Nation

that we be admitted,” said Pilu, glancing at the ghost girl. “We will welcome all men of science as, er, brothers.”
    “Say yes, Papa, say yes!” said Daphne. “Science is international!”
    “I can’t speak for the society—” the king began, but Daphne was ready for this. There was no point in being a princess if you couldn’t interrupt a king.
    “Of course you can, Papa. It says Royal Society outside their building, doesn’t it?”
    “ Your society, Your Majesty,” Mr. Black purred. “And based, of course, in London .”
    “And we will give them the golden door,” said Mau.
    “What?” said Daphne. She hadn’t expected this bit.
    “It’s not going to be shut again,” said Mau emphatically. “It will be a gift to our brothers who sailed so far that they came back.”
    “That’s tons of gold!” said the king. “About eight tons at least, I’d say.”
    “Very well done, sire,” said Mr. Black. “To the victor the spoils.”
    “Except there hasn’t been a war,” said the king. “It’s too much. We can’t take it! They have been kind.”
    “I was merely suggesting that the people like it when kings bring valuable things home, sire,” said the Gentleman of Last Resort.
    “Like whole countries,” said Daphne, giving him a sharp look.
    “But this is meant as a gift , Mr. Black. It is not the spoils of conquest,” said the king.
    “Well, that is indeed a happy, if unusual, outcome,” said Mr. Black smoothly.
    “And you will give a gift to us, too,” said Mau. “When much is taken, something is returned. Pilu?”
    “A big telescope,” said Pilu, “and a boat in sizeness to the Sweet Judy , and ten barrels of salt-pickled beef, and tools of every sizeness. Timber, metals of all kindness, books with pictures and writing inside that is about the pictures….”
    It went on for quite some time, and when he had finished, Daphne said, “That’s still pretty cheap, Papa, even with the boat. And remember, the first thing they asked for was a telescope. How can you argue with that?”
    The king smiled. “I won’t. Nor will I wonder out loud if anyone helped them with the list. Anyway I rather like ‘metals of all kindness.’ And you are right, of course. Scientists will flock here. And you can keep your door, Mau.”
    “No,” said Mau firmly. “It was closed for too long, Your King. I will not let it be shut again. But there is one more request, which is very simple. Every man of science who comes here to see what we once knew must tell us all he knows.”
    “Lectures!” Daphne burst out. “Oh, yes!”
    “And someone, please, to teach us doctrine,” Mau added.
    The bishop, who had been feeling a bit left out by now, brightened up at this point and stepped forward smartly. “If I can help in any way—” he began, his voice full of hope.
    “Doctrine to make us better,” said Mau, giving Daphne an imploring look.
    “Yes indeed,” said the bishop. “I feel that—”
    Daphne sighed. “I’m sorry, Your Grace, but he means doctoring,” she said.
    “Ah, yes,” said the bishop sadly. “Silly me.”
    “Mind you, if you’re good at debating, Mau might be interested.” She looked at Mau, who looked at her, and then at the Gentlemen of Last Resort, and then at the king, and then at the Cutty Wren , and then back at her.
    And he knows I’m going, she thought. And very soon. I’ll have to. A king’s only child can’t live on an island that’s lost at sea. He could read me like a book, if he read books. He knows . I can see it in his face.
     
    At dawn on the seventh day after the arrival of the Cutty Wren , Captain Samson was ready to set sail again. The ship had already picked up most of the provisions for the return leg in Port Mercia, but eight tons of gold takes a lot of sawing up when you’re determined not to leave behind a single bit of gold dust.
    Now the ship waited outside the reef, just visible behind the mists. It looked like a toy, but from the Women’s Place, everything was a matter of perspective.
    His Majesty’s schooner had left yesterday, with cheering and waving and a lot less gear, lamp oil, sailcloth, and cutlery than it had when it arrived. The fastest sailing ship in the world was waiting, impatient to fly.
    The clearing was more or less deserted at this time of day, but there were a few snores coming from the huts and the occasional gurgle coming from the hut of the lady of the same name. The gardens were silent, listening. And the