Blackout. Part 9

"Thank you, Colin," Polly said, looking at the pages. "You must have put in hours and hours of work on this."

"I did," he said proudly. "It wasn't easy to find out what had been hit. The newspapers weren't allowed to publish the dates or addresses of specific buildings that were bombed-"

Polly nodded, still looking at the list. "They couldn't print anything which might aid the enemy."

"And a lot of the government's records were destroyed in the war and afterward, with the pinpoint and then the Pandemic. And there were lots of stray bombs. It's not like the V-1 and V-2 attacks, where they have the exact times and coordinates. I've listed the major targets and areas of concentration," he said, showing her on the list, "but there were lots of other things. .h.i.t. The research said over a million buildings were destroyed, and this only lists a fraction of those. So just because the list says Bloomsbury, it doesn't mean you're safe wandering about some other part of London. Particularly the East End-Stepney and Whitechapel and places like that. They were the hardest hit. And the buildings on the list are only ones that were completely destroyed, not those that suffered partial damage or had their windows blown out. Hundreds of people were killed by flying gla.s.s or shrapnel from anti-aircraft sh.e.l.ls. You need to keep as close to buildings as you can for protection if you're out during a raid. Shrapnel-"

"Can kill me. I know. You've been spending too much time with Mr. Dunworthy. You're beginning to sound just like him."

"I am not not. It's just that I don't want anything to happen to you. And Mr. Dunworthy's right about its being dangerous. Thirty thousand civilians were killed during the Blitz."

"I know know. I'll be careful, I promise."

"And if you do get hit by shrapnel or something, don't worry. I promise I'll come rescue you if you get in trouble."

Oh, dear, Merope was right. "I promise I'll stay close to buildings," she said lightly. "Speaking of Mr. Dunworthy, you haven't told him I'm back, have you?"

"No. I haven't even told him I'm I'm here. He thinks I'm at school." here. He thinks I'm at school."

Good, then she needn't worry about him giving her away. "Thank you for the list. It's enormously helpful." She smiled at him, then remembered that wasn't a good idea under the circ.u.mstances. "I'd best get on with my prep," she said and started across the road.

"Wait," he said, running to catch up with her. "Is there any other research you need me to do? Besides the siren times, I mean? Do you need a list of the other shelters in case you can't get to an Underground station?" he asked eagerly. "Or a list of the types of bombs?"

"No. You've spent too much time helping me already, Colin, and you've your own schoolwork to do-"

"We're out on holiday all this week," he said, "and I don't mind. Truly. It's good practice for when I'm an historian. I'll go do them straightaway," and he loped off down the street.

Polly went over to Research and had Colin's list of raids implanted so she wouldn't have to waste time memorizing them, picked up her papers and letters from Props, and then went over to the Bodleian to study. She'd already memorized all this material once before, when she'd thought she was going to the Blitz first, but she'd forgotten most of it in the interim. She went over rationing, the blackout, the events a contemp in the autumn of 1940 would know about-the Battle of Britain, Operation Sealion, the Battle of the North Atlantic-and then committed the map of Oxford Street to memory. She debated doing the same with the Underground map, but those were posted in every tube station. Instead, she'd better memorize the numbers of the buses and- "I've been looking all over for you," Colin said, flopping down in a chair across the table from her. "I forgot to ask you, where will you be living while you're there? There are thousands of shelters in London."

"Somewhere in Marylebone, Kensington, or Notting Hill. It depends on where I can find a room to let." She told him about Mr. Dunworthy's mile-and-a-half-from-Oxford-Street restriction.

"I'll begin with the shelters inside that radius, then," he said, "and if there's time, I'll map the rest of the West End. Oh, and when are you coming back? So I can mark the shelters you should stay out of."

"October twenty-second," she said.

"Six weeks," he repeated thoughtfully. "And then you're doing the zeppelin attacks. How long will you be in 1914?"

"I don't know. It hasn't been scheduled yet. I can't afford to think about it just now. I've got to concentrate on making it through this one. Look, Colin, I've got a lot of studying to do. Were the dates all you needed?"

"Yes. No. I need to ask a favor of you."

"Colin, I'd be glad to put in a good word for you with Mr. Dunworthy, but I doubt very much if he'll listen. He's adamant about not letting anyone go to the past until they're twenty. And I know you've already been to the past and probably one of the most dangerous places you could ever go, but-"

"No, it's nothing like that."

"It's not?"

"No. I want you to go real-time when you go to the Blitz, not flash-time."

"I am," she said, surprised. That certainly wasn't what she'd been expecting him to say. "Mr. Dunworthy insisted on a half hour on-and-off in case I'm injured, so it has to be real-time."

"Oh, good."

What was he up to? "Why do you want me to go real-time on this a.s.signment?"

"Not on this a.s.signment. On all your a.s.signments."

"All my-?"

"Yes. So I can catch up. In age. The thing is..." he paused and swallowed hard. "The thing is, I think you're simply smas.h.i.+ng-"

Oh, dear. "Colin, you're-" She stopped herself from saying "a child" just in time. "-seventeen. I'm twenty-five-"

"I know, but it's not as though we were ordinary people. If we were, I agree, it would be rather off-putting-"

"And illegal."

"And illegal," he conceded, "but we're not, we're historians. Or, at least you're an historian, and I will be, and we've got time travel, so I needn't always be younger than you. Or illegal." He grinned. "Listen, if I do four two-year a.s.signments or six eighteen-month a.s.signments, and I do them all flash-time, I can be twenty-five by the time you come back from the Blitz."

"You can't-"

"I know, Mr. Dunworthy's a problem, but I'll think of some way to convince him. And even if he prevents me from going to the past till I'm third year, I can still manage it so long as you don't do any more a.s.signments flash-time."

"Colin-"

"It's not like I'm asking you to wait years and years. Well, it would would be years and years, but mine, not yours, and I don't mind. And it wouldn't have to be all that many years if you took me with you to the Blitz." be years and years, but mine, not yours, and I don't mind. And it wouldn't have to be all that many years if you took me with you to the Blitz."

"Absolutely not."

"I don't mean to do do the Blitz. If I get killed, I'll never catch up to you. I'd go north to where the evacuees went." the Blitz. If I get killed, I'll never catch up to you. I'd go north to where the evacuees went."

"No," Polly said. "And I thought you wanted to catch up to me. If you go with me, our comparative ages will stay the same."

"Not if I don't come back with you. I could stay till the end of the war-that would be five years-and then come back flash-time. That would make me twenty-two, and I'd only have two or three a.s.signments to go. I could do those flash-time as well, so you wouldn't have to wait any time at all."

She must must put a stop to this. "Colin, you need to find someone your own age." put a stop to this. "Colin, you need to find someone your own age."

"Exactly. And you'll be my own age as soon as-"

"This is ridiculous. You'll change your mind a thousand times about what you want between now and when you're twenty-five. You changed your mind about wanting to go to the Crusades-"

"No, I didn't."

"But you said-"

"I only tell people that so they won't try to talk me out of it. I fully intend to go there and and the World Trade Center. And I won't change my mind about this either. How old were you when you knew you wanted to be an historian?" the World Trade Center. And I won't change my mind about this either. How old were you when you knew you wanted to be an historian?"

"Fourteen, but-"

"And you still want to be one, don't you?"

"Colin, that's different."

"How? You knew what you wanted, and I know what I want. And I'm three years older than you were. I know you think this is some sort of childish calf love, that seventeen's too young to be in love with someone-"

No, she thought, I know it's not I know it's not, and felt suddenly sorry for him.

Mistake. He clearly took her silence for encouragement. "It's not as though I were asking for any sort of commitment," commitment," he said. "All I want is for you to give me a chance to catch up to you, and then, when we're both the same age-or, wait, do you like older men? I can shoot for any age you like. I mean, not seventy or something: I don't want to have to wait my entire life, but I'd be willing to do thirty, if you like older men-" he said. "All I want is for you to give me a chance to catch up to you, and then, when we're both the same age-or, wait, do you like older men? I can shoot for any age you like. I mean, not seventy or something: I don't want to have to wait my entire life, but I'd be willing to do thirty, if you like older men-"

"Colin!" she said, laughing in spite of herself. "I have no business letting you talk to me like this. You're seventeen-"

"No, listen, when I'm the right age, whatever it is, if you don't like me or you've fallen in love with someone else in the meantime-you haven't, have you? Fallen in love with someone?"

"Colin-"

"You have have. I knew knew it. Who is it? That American chap?" it. Who is it? That American chap?"

"What American chap?"

"Over at Balliol. The tall, good-looking one, Mike something."

"Michael Davies," she said. "He's not an American. He had an American L-and-A implant. And he's just a friend."

"Then which historian is it? Not Gerald Phipps, I hope. He's a complete stick-"

"I am not in love with Gerald Phipps or any other historian."

"Good, because we're absolutely made made for each other. I mean, a contemp won't work, because either they've died before you were born, or they're for each other. I mean, a contemp won't work, because either they've died before you were born, or they're ancient ancient. And there's no point in falling in love with someone in this time because even if you start off at the same age, after a few flash-time a.s.signments you'll be too old for him him. And they they can't come rescue you if you get in trouble. So the only thing left's another historian, and as it happens, can't come rescue you if you get in trouble. So the only thing left's another historian, and as it happens, I'm I'm going to be an historian." going to be an historian."

"Colin, you are seventeen-"

"But I won't be soon. You'll feel differently about this when I'm twenty-fi-"

"You are seventeen now now, and I have work to do. This conversation is over. Now go away."

"Not until you at least promise me you'll do your zeppelin a.s.signment real-time."

"I'm not promising anything."

"Well, then at least promise me you'll think about it. I plan to be devastatingly handsome and charming when I'm twenty-five." He grinned his crooked grin at her. "Or thirty. You can let me know which you'd prefer when I bring you the sirens list." And he raced off, leaving Polly shaking her head and smiling.

She had a feeling he was right-with that reddish-blond hair and disarming grin, he was going to be fairly irresistible in a few years. And she wouldn't be surprised if ten minutes from now, he showed up with another question and more arguments as to why they were made for each other, so she took the maps back to Lark's rooms to memorize, stopping on the way to ask Wardrobe when her black skirt would be ready.

"Three weeks," the tech said.

"Three weeks? I told you to put in a rush order." I told you to put in a rush order."

"That is is a rush order." a rush order."

Which meant she'd better settle for the navy blue. She didn't want the lack of a skirt to keep her from going. For want of a nail, the shoe was lost... For want of a nail, the shoe was lost... she thought, quoting one of Mr. Dunworthy's favorite adages. she thought, quoting one of Mr. Dunworthy's favorite adages.

She told the tech she'd decided the navy blue would work after all. "Oh, excellent," the tech said, relieved. "Will you need shoes?"

"No, the ones I have will work, but I'll need a pair of stockings."

The tech found her a pair, and Polly took the clothes over to Magdalen, memorized the map, and reread her notes on department stores. She was only halfway through them when the phone rang.

Colin, I do not have time for this, she thought. But it was Linna. "We've found a site, believe it or not, but the problem is, I can't fit you in till a fortnight from now unless you can get here in the next half hour. If you're not ready yet-"

"I'm ready. I'll be there," Polly said and scrambled into her costume, nearly running her stockings in her haste. She grabbed her ration book, ident.i.ty card, departure letter, and letters of recommendation, and crammed them into her shoulder bag. Oh, and her money. And Mr. Dunworthy's twenty extra pounds. And her wrist.w.a.tch.

And now all I need is to run into Mr. Dunworthy, she thought, putting it on as she dashed out of Magdalen and hurried along the High, but her luck held, and she arrived at the lab with five minutes to spare. "Thank goodness," Linna said. "I was wrong about that slot a fortnight from now. The next open time I have is the sixth of June."

"D-Day," she said.

"Yes, well, your D-Day's exactly five minutes from now," Badri said, coming over. He positioned her in the net, taking measurements and then adjusting her shoulder bag so it was farther inside the net. "You're going through to 6 A.M. A.M. on the tenth of September." on the tenth of September."

Good, Polly thought. That will give me the entire day to find a flat and then go apply for jobs That will give me the entire day to find a flat and then go apply for jobs.

Badri adjusted the folds of the net. "Ascertain your temporal-spatial location as soon as you go through, and note any slippage." He went back to the console and began typing. "And make certain you use more than one landmark to fix the location of your drop, not just a single street or building. Bombing can change the landscape, and it's notoriously difficult to judge distances and directions in a bombed-out area."

"I know," she said. "Why do you want me to note the slippage? Are you antic.i.p.ating more than usual?"

"No, the estimated slippage is one to two hours. Linna, ring up Mr. Dunworthy. He wanted to be notified when we found a drop site."

No, Polly thought, not when I'm this close not when I'm this close.

"He's in London," Linna called back. "He went to see Dr. Is.h.i.+waka again. When I phoned his secretary with the slippage data, he said he won't be back till tonight."

Thank goodness.

"All right, never mind," Badri said. "Polly, you're to report back to us as soon as you've located a place to live and been hired on." The draperies began to lower around her. "And note exactly how much slippage you encounter when you go through. Ready?"

"Yes. No, wait. I forgot something. Colin was doing some research for me."

"Is it something necessary for your a.s.signment?" Badri asked. "Do you need to postpone?"

"No." She couldn't risk Mr. Dunworthy canceling her drop, and she had the times of the raids. Colin had said the sirens had generally gone twenty minutes before the raids began, and she could get the list from him when she came back through to tell them her address. "I'm ready."

The net immediately began to s.h.i.+mmer. "Tell Colin-" she said, but it was too late. The net had already opened.

Every owner of a motor vehicle should be ready, in the event of invasion, to immobilize his car, cycle, or lorry the moment the order is given.-BRITISH MINISTRY OF TRANSPORT POSTER, 1940 1940

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