|Series:||Oxford Time Travel: Book 4|
|Sub-Genre Tags:||Time Travel|
Alternate History (SF)
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Oxford in 2060 is a chaotic place, with scores of time-traveling historians being sent into the past. Michael Davies is prepping to go to Pearl Harbor. Merope Ward is coping with a bunch of bratty 1940 evacuees and trying to talk her thesis adviser into letting her go to VE-Day. Polly Churchill’s next assignment will be as a shopgirl in the middle of London’s Blitz.
But now the time-travel lab is suddenly canceling assignments and switching around everyone’s schedules. And when Michael, Merope, and Polly finally get to World War II, things just get worse. For there they face air raids, blackouts, and dive-bombing Stukas-to say nothing of a growing feeling that not only their assignments but the war and history itself are spiraling out of control. Because suddenly the once-reliable mechanisms of time travel are showing significant glitches, and our heroes are beginning to question their most firmly held belief: that no historian can possibly change the past.
Come then: Let us to the task, to the battle, to the toil--each to our part, each to our station, there is not a week, nor a day, nor an hour to lose.
-- Winston Churchill
Colin tried the door, but it was locked. The porter, Mr. Purdy, obviously hadn't known what he was talking about when he'd said Mr. Dunworthy had gone to Research. Blast it. I should have known he wasn't here, Colin thought. Only historians prepping for assignments came to Research. Perhaps Mr. Dunworthy'd told Mr. Purdy he was going to do research, in which case he'd be in the Bodleian Library.
Colin went over to the Bodleian, but Mr. Dunworthy wasn't there either. I'll have to go ask his secretary, Colin thought, loping back to Balliol. He wished Finch was still Mr. Dunworthy's secretary instead of this new person Eddritch, who would probably ask a lot of questions. Finch wouldn't have asked any, and he'd have not only told him where Mr. Dunworthy was, but what sort of mood he was in.
Colin ran up to Mr. Dunworthy's rooms first, on the off chance Mr. Purdy hadn't seen Mr. Dunworthy come back in, but he wasn't there either. Then he ran across to Beard, up the stairs, and into the outer office. "I need to see Mr. Dunworthy," he said. "It's important. Can you tell me where--?"
Eddritch looked at him coldly. "Did you have an appointment, Mr.--?"
"Templer," Colin said. "No, I--"
"Are you an undergraduate here at Balliol?"
Colin debated saying yes, but Eddritch was the sort who would check to see if he was. "No, I will be next year."
"If you're applying to be a student at Oxford, you need the Provost's Office in Longwall Street."
"I'm not applying to be a student. I'm a friend of Mr. Dunworthy's--"
"Oh, Mr. Dunworthy has told me about you." He frowned. "I thought you were at Eton."
"We're on holiday," Colin lied. "It's vital that I see Mr. Dunworthy. If you could tell me where he--"
"What did you wish to see him about?"
My future, Colin thought. And it's none of your business, but that obviously wouldn't get him anywhere. "It's in regard to an historical assignment. It's urgent. If you could just tell me where he is, I--" he began, but Eddritch had already opened the appointment book. "Mr. Dunworthy can't see you until the end of next week."
Which will be too late. Blast, I need to see him now, before Polly comes back.
"I can give you an appointment at one o'clock on the nineteenth," Eddritch was saying. "Or at half past nine on the twenty-eighth."
What part of the word "urgent" do you not understand? Colin thought. "Never mind," he said and went back downstairs and out to the gate to see if he could get any more information out of Mr. Purdy. "Are you certain Research was where he said he was going?" he asked the porter, and when he said yes, "Did he say where he was going after that?"
"No. You might try the lab. He's been spending a good deal of time there these past few days. Or if he's not there, Mr. Chaudhuri may know where he is."
And if he's not there I can ask Badri when Polly's scheduled to come back. "I'll try the lab," Colin said, debating whether to ask him to tell Mr. Dunworthy he was looking for him if he returned. No, better not. Forewarned was forearmed. He'd have a better chance if he sprang it on him suddenly. "Thanks," he said and ran down to the High and over to the lab.
Mr. Dunworthy wasn't there. The only two people who were were Badri and a pretty tech who didn't look any older than the girls at school. They were both bent over the console. "I need the coordinates for October fourth, 1950," Badri said. "And--what are you doing here, Colin? Aren't you supposed to be at school?"
Why was everyone acting like a truant officer?
"You haven't been sent down, have you?"
"No." Not if they don't catch me. "School holiday."
"If you're here to talk me into letting you go to the Crusades, the answer is no."
"The Crusades?" Colin said. "That was years ago--"
"Does Mr. Dunworthy know you're here?" Badri asked.
"Actually, I'm looking for him. The porter at Balliol told me he might be here."
"He was," the tech said. "You only just missed him."
"Do you know where he was going?"
"No. You might try Wardrobe."
"Wardrobe?" First Research and now Wardrobe. Mr. Dunworthy was obviously going somewhere. "Where is he going? St. Paul's?"
"Yes," the tech said. "He's researching--"
"Linna, I need those coordinates," Badri said, glaring at her. The tech nodded and went over to the other side of the lab.
"He's going to St. Paul's to rescue the treasures, isn't he?" Colin asked Badri.
"Mr. Dunworthy's secretary should know where he is," Badri said and walked back to the console. "Why don't you go over to Balliol and ask him?"
"I did. He wouldn't tell me anything."
And Badri clearly didn't want to either. "Colin," he said, "we're very busy here."
The tech, Linna, who'd come back with the coordinates, nodded. "We have three retrievals and two drops to do this afternoon."
"Is that what you're doing now?" Colin asked, walking over to look at the draped folds of the net. "A drop?"
Badri immediately came over and blocked his way. "Colin, if you're here to attempt to--"
"Attempt to what? You act as if I'm planning to sneak into the net or something."
"It wouldn't be the first time."
"And if I hadn't, Mr. Dunworthy would have died, and so would Kivrin Engle."
"That may be the case, but it doesn't mean you can make a habit of it."
"I wasn't. All I wanted--"
"Was to know if Mr. Dunworthy was here. He's not, and Linna and I are extremely busy," Badri said. "So if there's nothing else--"
"There is. I need to know when Polly Churchill's retrieval is scheduled for."
"Polly Churchill?" Badri said, immediately suspicious. "Why are you interested in Polly Churchill?"
"I've been helping her with her prep research. For the Blitz. I need to be here when she comes through to--" He began to say, "to give it to her," but Badri was likely to tell him to leave it instead and they'd give it to her. "--to tell her what I've found," he amended.
"We haven't scheduled her retrieval yet," Badri said.
"Oh. Is she going straight to her Blitz assignment when she gets back?"
Linna shook her head. "We still haven't found her a drop site--" she began, but Badri cut her off with another glare.
"It isn't going to be flash-time, too, is it?"
"No, real-time," Badri said. "Colin, we're extremely busy."
"I know, I know. I'm going. If you see Mr. Dunworthy, tell him I'm looking for him."
"Linna, see Colin out," Badri said, "and then bring me the spatial-temporal coordinates for Pearl Harbor on December sixth, 1941."
Linna nodded and escorted Colin to the door. "Sorry. Badri's been in a foul mood this past fortnight," she whispered. "Polly Churchill's retrieval is scheduled for two o'clock Wednesday next."
"Thanks," Colin whispered back, grinned crookedly at her, and ducked out the door. Wednesday. He'd hoped it would be on the weekend so he wouldn't have to sneak away from school again, but at least it wasn't this Wednesday. He had over a week to talk Mr. Dunworthy into letting him go somewhere. If Mr. Dunworthy was going to rescue the treasures, Colin might be able to talk him into doing research in the past for him. If he was still at Wardrobe. He loped over to the Broad, down to Holywell, along the narrow street to Wardrobe, and up the stairs, hoping he hadn't missed him again.
He hadn't. Mr. Dunworthy was standing in front of the mirror in a tweed blazer at least four sizes too large for him, and glaring at the cowering tech. "But the only tweed jacket we had in your size has already been taken in to fit Gerald Phipps," she was saying. "He had to have a tweed jacket because he's going to--"
"I know where he's going," Mr. Dunworthy bellowed. He suddenly noticed Colin. "What are you doing here?"
"Wearing clothes that fit a good deal better than that," Colin said, grinning. "Is that how you're planning to smuggle the treasures out of St. Paul's--under your coat?"
Mr. Dunworthy shrugged out of the jacket, said, "Find me something in my size," and half threw it at the tech, who scurried off with it.
"I think you should have kept it," Colin said. "You'd...
Copyright © 2010 by Connie Willis
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