Urruah was purring, and trying not to do it too loudly. Rhiow and Auhlae exchanged a look of amusement of their own.
“This is the point at which Urruah makes noises of shy agreement,” Rhiow said, “and the safest thing to do under the circumstances is to make him get to work. Huff, we’re entirely at your disposal. Tell us where you want us to start.”
“The diagnostics sound like a good idea,” Huff said, and then yawned, a prodigious yawn that showed every one of his teeth and made Rhiow reassess her idea that Urruah had the biggest ones she’d ever seen. “I’m sorry … it’s late for me. Fhrio, if you want to stay with them and keep them from duplicating routines you’ve already run—”
Fhrio straightened up from his washing again. “Absolutely. Maybe the gate’ll surprise us by failing in the middle of something. At this point, I wouldn’t care if it did it in mid-transit.”
“Oh yes you would,” Siffha’h said. “You should try it and see. You want me to stay and put the claw in it for you?”
“Sure. She’s our power source,” Fhrio said to Rhiow and the others. “The best in the business.”
“This I want to see,” Urruah said mildly. Rhiow shot him a sidewise glance, trying to keep it from being too obviously a warning look. True, queens rarely worked as power sources in team spelling, but there was nothing sex-linked about it—it seemed to be a preference grounded in the basic nature of the work, which (Urruah had occasionally admitted to Rhiow) was boring by comparison with building the spells themselves. There was a general tendency among People for the females to show more initiative than the males, and to go out of their way to get their paws on the most interesting work.
“You’ll excuse me for a moment, then,” Huff said, and headed up the stairs.
Urruah padded over and started examining the gate matrix in detail, with Fhrio looking over his shoulder and making mostly monosyllabic comments. Rhiow watched them, and watched Arhu watching them: being, for the moment, excessively well behaved. It was hard to believe the same youngster had been busy falling down the stairs not twenty minutes ago.
Auhlae came over to sit down beside Rhiow. “When it comes to diagnostics,” Auhlae said, sounding weary, “there’s no point in me watching what’s happening. I spent all yesterday morning at them, with my teeth clenched so full of strings that they buzzed for the rest of the day …” She shook her head.
Rhiow waved her tail in agreement. “I feel a bit like a sixth claw myself, at the moment,” she said, and strolled over to the edge of the platform, looking down the tracks into the darkness. From here she could still keep a general eye on what was going on, as Huff headed up the stairs again, and Fhrio turned his attentions back to the gate—Urruah and Arhu looking over his shoulder, and Siffha’h slipping one foreleg shoulder-deep into the gate matrix to hook her claws into the strings and the spell, supplying the power it would need. “Are most of you denned near here?” Rhiow said, noticing the interested looks that Arhu was throwing in Siffha’h’s direction, which Siffha’h was ignoring.
“Not all of us,” Auhlae said, following Rhiow’s glance. She put her whiskers forward in a smile. “But when you’re a gating team, there are certain prerequisites … the Whisperer is hardly going to cavil if we need to use the gates to get to work. Anyway, it keeps us alert to their condition: it’s hard to miss something wrong with them, when you use them every day.”
Rhiow did not say out loud that someone seemed to have missed something about the “number-four’ gate, repeatedly, no matter how often it was used. But then, if the failure was happening a fraction of a second here, another fraction there, and nothing was actually passing through the gate, how was anyone going to notice? It would have taken an obsessively thorough review of the logs to find the occurrences—
Which there should have been. That was something else Rhiow was not going to say out loud. Saash had routinely reviewed the complete logs for each of the Grand Central gates once every week, and Rhiow had gotten used to that kind of thoroughness from her teammates. Still, she thought, different teams, different management techniques … And Huff seemed to run his team more casually than Rhiow did hers. She was in no position to complain: if the Powers that Be didn’t care for the way his team was working, Huff would have been relieved long ago.
“I see your point,” Rhiow said after a moment, and lifted one paw to lick at it reflectively. “Do you have a long way to come?”
“Not I, thank the Dam,” Auhlae said. “Fhrio commutes in from Haling, some miles away—he’s with a family pride there, one that lives on gardening land that some ehhif keep, what’s called an “allotment”. Siffha’h, on the other hand, is local, very local in fact—she was born just across the river, in an outdoor den not far from HMS Belfast, that big ship anchored there. She’s nonaligned, and undenned so far. Huff and I aren’t so close, but we’re nowhere near as far as Fhrio is. Huff has a den with an ehhif who owns a pub in the City and lives in a flat above it: I’m denned just around the corner with a futures trader who works at the Securities Exchange. Huff’s ehhif is used to him coming and going as he pleases, and that kind of thing isn’t a problem for me either, fortunately. My Rrhalf keeps such weird hours that he hardly notices that I’m there.”
Then why on Earth do you stay with him! Rhiow was tempted to ask, and didn’t. She couldn’t imagine a Person who was also a wizard going through the inconvenience of denning with an ehhif if it wasn’t because you liked him or her. “Did you two meet locally, then?” Rhiow said.
“Oh, yes, the usual thing. A friend of his is one of the big hauissh players in the area: we ran into each other during a tournament, got friendly. Then I went into heat, and …” She waved her tail, a graceful and amused gesture.
“Kittens?”
“Oh, plenty. My ehhif is very good about finding them good places to live: otherwise I wouldn’t let the heat happen.”
That brought Rhiow’s ears forward. “I used to wonder how a wizard managed when she was in heat,” she said. “I never had the chance, myself: my ehhif took me and had me unqueened before I started.”
“Oh, how terrible for you!’ Auhlae said.
“Oh, no, it wasn’t that bad … Afterwards I tended to see it as an advantage. No interruptions … no toms fighting over me. It looked like a release.”
Auhlae was silent for a moment, and started to wash one ear. “Well,” she said, “I suppose I can see your point of view. But truly, I haven’t found it to be all that much of a problem. You can always use wizardry to adjust your own hormones a little, and delay the onset. But of course it’s not too good to do much of that kind of thing … Fortunately, it doesn’t seem to be necessary very often. Only very rarely have I had to be on call while I was in heat … and never while I was kittening. The Whisperer seems to keep track of such things.” Auhlae put her whiskers forward, a demure smile with a slightly wicked edge to it. “I suppose we should be grateful that it’s the Queen running the Universe, and not the Tom: who knows if we’d ever get any rest?”
Rhiow chuckled. “I think you’re right there … in all possible senses of the word.”
“But anyway,” Auhlae said, “Huff and I usually come down in the early evenings and troubleshoot the gates. There’s always trouble,” she said, sounding very resigned. “You know how even inanimate objects can start betraying evidence of personalities, over time—”