by leaving," Otah said.
"The island girl?"
"Did I mention her last night?"
"At length," Amiit said, chuckling. "That particular quotation came up
twice, as I recall. There might have been a third time too. I couldn't
really say."
"I'm sorry to hear that. I hope I didn't tell you all my secrets," Otah
said, making a joke of his sudden unease. He didn't recall saying
anything about Maj, and it occurred to him exactly how dangerous that
night had been.
"If you had, I'd make it a point to forget them," Amiit said. "Nothing a
drunk man says on the day his woman leaves him should be held against
him. It's poor form. And this is, after all, a gentleman's trade, ne?"
Otah took a pose of agreement.
"I'll report what I find when I get back," he said, unnecessarily.
"Assuming I haven't frozen to death on the roads."
"Be careful up there, Itani. Things are uncertain when there's the scent
of a new Khai in the wind. It's interesting, and it's important, but
it's not always safe."
Otah shifted to a pose of thanks, to which his supervisor replied in
kind, his face so pleasantly unreadable that Otah genuinely didn't know
how deep the warning ran.
When Maati considered the mines-something he had rarely had occasion to
do-he had pictured great holes going deep into the earth. He had not
imagined the branchings and contortions of passages where miners
struggled to follow veins of ore, the stench of dust and damp, the yelps
and howls of the dogs that pulled the flatbottomed sledges filled with
gravel, or the darkness. He held his lantern low, as did the others
around him. 't'here was no call to raise it. Nothing more would be seen,
and the prospect of breaking it against the stone overhead was unpleasant.
""There can be places where the air goes bad, too," Cehmai said as they
turned another twisting corner. "They take birds with them because they
die first."
"What happens then?" Maati asked. "If the birds die?"
"It depends on how valuable the ore is," the young poet said. "Abandon
the mine, or try to blow out the had air. Or use slaves. There are men
whose indentures allow that."
Two servants followed at a distance, their own torches glowing. Maati
had the sense that they would all, himself included, have been better
pleased to spend the day in the palaces. All but the andat.
StoneMade-Soft alone among them seemed untroubled by the weight over
them and the gloom that pressed in when the lanterns flickered. The
wide, calm face seemed almost stupid to Maati, the andat's occasional
pronouncements simplistic compared with the thousand-layered comments of
Seedless, the only andat he'd known intimately. He knew better than to
be taken in. 'The form of the andat might be different, the mental
bindings that held it might place different strictures upon it, but the
hunger at its center was as desperate. It was an andat, and it would
long to return to its natural state. They might seem as different as a
marble from a thorn, but at heart they were all the same.
And Maati knew he was walking through a tunnel not so tall he could
stand to his full height with a thousand tons of stone above him. This
placid-faced ghost could bring it down on him as if they'd been crawling
through a hole in the ocean.
"So, you see," Cehmai was saying, "the Daikani engineers find where they
want to extend the mine out. Or down, or up. We have to leave that to
them. Then I will come through and walk through the survey with them, so
that we all understand what they're asking."
"And how much do you soften it?"
"It varies," Cehmai said. "It depends on the kind of rock. Some of them
you can almost reduce to putty if you're truly clear where you want it
to be. Then other times, you only want it to be easier to dig through.
Most often, that's when they're concerned about collapses."
"I see," Maati said. "And the pumps? How do those figure in?"
"That was actually an entirely different agreement. The Khai's eldest
son was interested in the problem. The mines here are some of the lowest
that are still in use. The northern mines are almost all in the
mountains, and so they aren't as likely to strike water."
"So the Daikani pay more for being here?"
"No, not really. The pumps he designed usually work quite well."
"But the payment for them?"
Cehmai grinned. His teeth and skin were yellowed by the lantern light.
"It was a different agreement," Cehmai said again. "The Daikani let him
experiment with his designs and he let them use them."
"But if they worked well ..."
"Other mines would pay the Khai for the use of the pumps if they wished
for help building them. Usually, though, the mines will help each other
on things like that. There's a certain . . . what to call it ...
brotherhood? The miners take care of each other, whatever house they
work for."
"Might we see the pumps?"
"If you'd like," he said. "They're back in the deeper parts of the mine.
If you don't mind walking down farther...."
Maati forced a grin and did not look at the wide face of the andat
turning toward him.
"Not at all," he said. "Let's go down."
The pumps, when he found them at last, were ingenious. A series of
treadmills turned huge corkscrews that lifted the water up to pools
where another corkscrew waited to lift it higher again. They did not
keep the deepest tunnels dry-the walls there seemed to weep as Maati
waded through warm, knee-high water-but they kept it clear enough to
work. Machi had, Cehmai assured him, the deepest tunnels in the world.
NIaati did not ask if they were the safest.
They found the mine's overseer here in the depths. Voices seemed to
carry better in the watery tunnels than up above, but Maati could not
make out the words clearly until they were almost upon him. A small,
thick-set man with a darkness to him that made Maati think of grime
worked so deeply into skin that it would never come clean, he took a
pose of welcome as they approached.
"We've an honored guest come to the city," Cehmai said.
"We've had many honored guests in the city," the overseer said, with a
grin. "Damn few in the bottom of the hole, though. There's no palaces
down here."
"But Machi's fortunes rest on its mines," Maati said. "So in a sense