“But I only said—” Arhu suddenly fell silent again at the sight of that upraised paw.
Dumb drills, Rhiow thought, and breathed out, resigned. This is not a drill, life is not a drill, when will he get the message? Lives … She sighed again. Sometimes I think the One made a mistake telling our people that we’re going to get nine of them. Some of us get complacent…
“Let’s be clear about this,” Urruah said. “Our job is to keep the worldgates down here functioning. Human wizards can’t do this kind of work, or not nearly as well as we can, anyway, since we can see hyperstrings, and ehhif can’t without really working at it. That being the case, the Powers That Be asked us very politely if we would do this job, and we said yes. You said yes, too, when They offered you wizardry and you took it, and you said “yes” again when we took you in-pride and you agreed to stay with us. That means you’re stuck with the job. So you may as well learn how to do it right, and part of that involves working smoothly with your teammates. Another part of it is practicing managing these gates until you can do it quickly, in crisis situations, without having to stop to think and worry and “figure out” what you’re doing. And this is what we are teaching you to do, and will continue teaching you to do, until you can exhibit at least a modicum of effectiveness, which may be several lives on, not that it matters to me. You got that?”
“Uh huh.”
“Uh huh what?”
“Uh huh, I got it.”
“Right. So let’s start in again from the top.”
Rhiow sighed and licked her nose as the small black-and-white cat sat up on his haunches again and thrust his forepaws into the faintly glowing warp and woof of the worldgate’s control matrix, and muttered under his breath, very softly, “It still licks butt.”
WHAM!
Rhiow closed her eyes and wondered where she and Urruah would ever find enough patience for this job. Inside her, some annoyed part of her mind was mocking the Meditation. I will meet the terminally clueless today, it said piously: idiots, and those with hairballs for brains, and those whose ears need a good shredding before you can even get their attention. I do not have to be like them, even though I would dearly love to hit them hard enough to make the empty places in their heads echo…
She turned away from that line of thought in mild annoyance at herself as Arhu picked himself up off the platform one more time. This late on in this life, Rhiow had not anticipated being thrust into the role of nursing-dam for a youngster barely finished losing his milk teeth … and certainly not into the role of the trainer of a new-made wizard. She had gained her own wizardry in a different paradigm—acquiring it solo, and not becoming part of a team until she had proven herself expert enough to survive past the first flush of power. Arhu, though, had broken the rules, coming to them halfway through his Ordeal and dragging them all through it with him. He was still breaking every rule he could find, having apparently decided that since the tactic worked once, it would probably keep on working.
Urruah, however, was slowly breaking him of this idea … though getting anything through that resilient young skull was plainly going to take a while. Urruah, too, was playing out of role. Here he was, the very emblem of hardy individuality and independence, a big muscular broad-striped torn, all balls and swagger, wearing the cachet of his few well-placed scars with an insouciant, good-natured air—but now he leaned over the kitten-becoming-cat which the Powers had wished upon them, and acted very much the hard-pawed pride-father. It was a job to which Urruah had taken with entirely too much relish, Rhiow thought privately, and she was at pains never to mention to him how much he seemed to be enjoying the responsibility. Does he see himself in this youngster, Rhiow thought, … does he see the wizard he might have been if he’d had this kind of supervision? But then, who among us wouldn’t see ourselves in him? The way you feel your way along among the uncertainties—and the way you try to push your paw just a little further through the hole, trying to get at what’s squeaking on the other side. Even if it bites you…
Arhu had picked himself up one more time, with no further mutters, and was putting his paws into the glowing weave again. You have to give him that, Rhiow thought: he always gets back up. “I’ve given the gate some parameters to work with already, though I’m not going to tell you what they are,” Urruah said. “I want you to find locations that match the parameters, and open the gate for visual patency, not physical.”
“Why not? If I can—”
“Visual-only is harder,” Rhiow said. “Physical patency is easy, when you’re using a pre-established gate: anyway, in a lot of them, the physical opening mechanism has become automated over time. Restricting the patency, refining control … that’s what we’re after, here.”
Arhu started hooking the control strings with his claws, slowly pulling each one out with care—which was as welclass="underline" the gates were nearly alive, in some ways, and if misused or maltreated, they could bite. “I wish Saash was here,” Arhu muttered. “She was better at explaining this …”
“Than we are? Almost certainly,” Rhiow said. “And I wish she was here too, but she’s not.” Their friend and fellow team-member Saash had passed through and beyond her ninth life within the past couple of months, under unusual circumstances: though none of our circumstances have actually been terribly usual lately, Rhiow thought with some resignation. They all missed Saash in her role as gating technician, where her expertise at handling the matrices had come shining through her various mild neuroses with unusual brilliance. But Rhiow found herself just as lonely for her old partner’s rather acerbic tongue, and even for her endless scratching, the often-misread symptom of a soul long grown too large for the body that held it.
“Saash,” Urruah said to Arhu, “knowing her, is probably explaining to Queen Iau that she thinks the entire structure of physical reality needs a serious reweave: so you’d better get on with this before she talks the One into it, and the Universe dissolves out from under us. Quit your complaining and pick up where you left off.”
“I can’t figure out where that is! It’s not the way I left it, now.”
“That’s because it’s returned to its default configuration,” Urruah said, “while you were recovering from sassing me.”
“Start from the beginning,” Rhiow said. “And just thank the Queen that gate structures are as robust as they are, and as forgiving: because those qualities are likely to save your pelt more than once, in this business.”
Arhu sat there, narrow-eyed, with his ears back. “Two choices,” Urruah said, after a moment. “You can sulk and I can hit you, or you can get on with your work with your ears unshredded. Look at you, sitting here wasting all this perfectly good gating time.”
Arhu glanced back down the station at the other platforms, which were boiling with ehhif commuters rushing up and down and in some cases nearly pushing one another onto the tracks. “Doesn’t look perfect to me. I know we’re sidled, but what if one of them sees what we’re doing?”
There won’t be much for them to see at the rate you’re going,” Urruah said.
“Ehhif don’t see wizardry half the time, even when it’s hanging right in front of their weak little noses,” Rhiow said. “The odds against having anyone notice anything, down here in the dark and the noise, are well in your favor—if you ever get on with it. If you’re really all that concerned, rotate the gate matrix a hundred and eighty degrees and specify one-side-only visual patency. But I don’t think you need to bother. These are New Yorkers, and no trains of interest to them are due on these side tracks, so for all that it matters, we and the gate and this whole side of the station might as well be on the Moon.”