Zulaya shrugged. “It’d serve him right to be caught out in the first Fall.”
“Yes, well,” and Paulin rattled papers. “I’ll accept reports of malfeasance and irregularities in his conduct of Bitra Hold. “
“We’ll do this properly, gathering evidence and making a full report on the problem. Now, let’s finish up today’s agenda. “
Kalvi, you wish to broach the subject of new mines?”
The lean hawk-nosed engineer sprang to his feet. “I sure do. We’ve got fifty years of Fall and we’re going to need more ore: ore that’s closer to the surface than the Telgar deposits. “
“Thought they would last us a millennium,” Bridgely of Benden said.
“Oh, there’s certainly more ore down the main shafts, but it’s not as accessible as these mountain deposits which could be worked more efficiently.” He unrolled an opaque plastic map of the Great Western range where he had circled an area beyond Ruatha’s borders. “Here! High-grade ore, and almost waiting to leap into carts. We’ll need that quality if we’re to replace flame-thrower equipment. And we’ll have to. He said that with a degree of resignation. I’ve the personnel trained and ready to move up there - which I’d like to do to get the mines going before Threadfall starts. All I need is your OK.”
“You’re asking to start a hold up there? Or just a mine?” asked Paulin.
Kalvi scratched the side of his nose and grinned. Well, it’d be a long way to travel after the shift is over, especially if the dragons are all busy fighting Thread.” He unrolled another diagram. One reason I’ve backed this site is that there’s a good cave system available for living quarters as well as coal nearby for processing the ore. The finished ingots could be shipped down river.
There were murmurs among the others as the project was discussed.
“Good thing Chalkin left,” Bridgely remarked. “He’s got those mines in Steng Valley he’s been trying to reactivate. “
“They’re unsafe,” Kalvi said scornfully. “I surveyed them myself, and we’d have to spend too much time shoring up shafts and replacing equipment. The ore’s second rate, too. There isn’t time to restore the mine, much less argue with Chalkin over a contract. You know how he can be, haggling over minor details for weeks before he’ll make a decision.” He contorted his long face into a grimace.
“If you,” and he turned to the others at the table, grant this permission, I’ll have a chance to noise it about the Gather this evening and see who’d be interested in going along in support capacity and necessary crafts.”
“I’ll second it,” said Tashvi magnanimously, raising his hand.
“Good. Moved and seconded. Now, all in favor of the formation of a mining hold?” Hands shot up and were dutifully counted by Paulin.
“Chalkin’s going to say this was rigged,” Bastom remarked caustically, and that we drove him out of the meeting before the subject came up.
“So?” Paulin said. “No-one asked him to leave and he has a copy of the agenda same as everyone else.” He brought his fist down on the table. “Motion carried. Tell your engineer he may start his project. “
“High Reaches Weyr,” and he turned to G’don. “Telgar,” and he included K’vin now, “can you supply transport?” Both Weyrleaders agreed. If a new hold was to be established, as many riders as possible from their Weyrs should become familiar with its landmarks.
“There won’t be that much extra to protect against Threadfall,” Kalvi said, with a grin for the dragon riders. “It’s all underground or within the cliff caverns. We’ll use hydroponics for fresh food from the start.”
“Any more new business?” Paulin enquired.
Clisser raised his hand, was acknowledged and stood, glancing at the assembled: falling into his lecture mode, K’vin thought.
“Lord Chalkin’s attitude may not be that unusual,” he began, startling them into attention to his words. “At least, not in times to come. We, here and now, are not too distanced from the events of the First Pass. We have actual visual records from that time with which to check on the approach of the rogue planet. We know it is a rogue because we know, from the excellent and exhaustive reports done by Captains Keroon and Tillek, that the planet was unlikely to have emerged from our sun. Its orbit alone substantiates that theory since it is not on the same ecliptic al plane as the rest of Rukbat’s satellites.
“I am assiduous in training at least six students in every class in the rudiments of astronomy and the use of the sextant, as well as being certain that they have the requisite mathematics to compute declination and right ascension and figure accurately the hour circle of any star. We still have three usable telescopes with which to observe the skies, but we once had more.” He paused.
“We are, as I’m sure we all must honestly admit, losing more and more of the technology bequeathed us by our ancestors. Not through mishandling,” and he raised a hand against objections, but from the attritions of age and an inability, however much we may strive to compensate, to reach back to the same technical level our ancestors enjoyed.” Kalvi grimaced in reluctant agreement to that fact.
“Therefore, I suggest that we somehow, in some fashion, with what technology we have left at our disposal, leave as permanent and indestructible a record as possible for future generations. I know that some of us,” and Clisser paused, glancing significantly to the door through which Chalkin had so recently passed, “entertain the notion that our ancestors were mistaken in thinking that Threadfall will occur whenever the Red Planet passes Pern. But we can scarcely ignore the perturbations already obvious on the surface of our planet the extreme weather, the volcanic eruptions, the other cosmic clues.
“Should it so happen in centuries to come that too many doubt - not wishing to destroy a flourishing economy and happy existence - that Thread will return, all that we have striven to achieve, all we have built with our bare hands,” and dramatically he lifted his, “all we have around us today,” and he gestured towards the music faintly heard outside the Hall, would perish.
The denials were loud.
“Ah,” and he held one hand over his head, “but it could happen.
“Lord Chalkin is proof of that. We’ve already lost so much of our technology. Valuable and skilled men and women we could ill-afford to lose because of their knowledge and skills have succumbed to disease or old age. We must have a fail-safe against Thread! Something that will last and remind our descendants to prepare, be ready, and to survive.”
“Is there any chance we could find that administration building then?” Paulin asked S’nan.
“Too close to Threadfall now,” M’shall answered. “And it’s going into the hot season down there which makes digging anything enervating.
“However, I most emphatically agree with Clisser. We need some sort of a safeguard. Something that would prove to doubters like Chalkin that Thread isn’t just a myth our ancestors thought up.”
“But we keep records… “ said Laura of Ista Weyr.
“How much plasfilm do you have left?” Paulin asked pointedly. “I know Fort’s stock is running low. And you know all that happened to our Repository.”
“True. But we’ve paper” and she looked over at the Telgar Holders, Tashvi and Salda.
“Look, how can we estimate how much of forestry acres will survive Threadfall?” Tashvi asked, raising his hands in doubt.
I’ve the timber jacks working non-stop, cutting, and the mill’s turning out as much lumber and pulp as it can.”
“You know we’ll do our best to protect the forests,” K’vin said, though privately he wondered how good their best could be since even one Thread burrow could devastate a wide swath of timbered land in minutes.