“Not a bad idea,” Arhu muttered, putting his whiskers forward in the slightest smile, and reached more deeply into the weft of the gate matrix.
He fell over backwards as Urruah clouted him upside the head. “No gatings into vacuum,” he said. “Or under water, or below ground level, or into any other environment which would be bad if mixed freely with this one.”
Arhu got to his feet, shook himself and glared at Urruah. “Aw, I was just thinking …”
“Yes, and I heard you. No off-planet work for you until you’re better with handling the structural spells for these gates.”
“But other wizards can just get the spell from their manuals, or the Whispering, or whatever way they access wizardry, and go—”
“You’re not ‘other wizards’,” Rhiow said, pacing over to sit down beside Urruah as a more obvious gesture of support. “You are part of a gating team. You have to understand the theory and nature of these structures from the bottom up. And as regards the established gates like this one, you’ve got to be able to fix them when they break—take them apart and put them back together again—not just use them for rapid transit like “other wizards”. Yes, it’s specialized work, and the details are a nuisance to learn. And yes, the structure is incredibly complex: Aaurh Herself made the gates, Iau only knows how long ago -what do you expect? But you’ve got to know this information from the inside, without having to consult the Whisperer every thirty seconds for advice. What if She’s busy?”
“How busy can gods get?” Arhu muttered, turning his attention back to the gate.
“You’d be surprised,” Urruah said. “Queen Iau’s daughters have their own lives to lead. You think the Silent One has all day to sit around waiting to see if you need help? Get off those little thaith of yours and do something.”
“They’re not little,” Arhu said, and then fell silent for a moment. ” … All right, should I just collapse this and start over?”
“Sure, go ahead,” Rhiow said.
Arhu reached out a paw and hooked one claw into one of the glowing control strings of the gate. The visible gate-locus vanished, leaving nothing behind it but the intricate, faint traces of hyperstring structure in the air.
And he’s right about them not being little, Rhiow said privately, from her mind to Urruah’s.
When even you notice that, oh spayed one, Urruah said, it suggests that we may shortly have a problem on our hands.
Rhiow stifled a laugh, keeping her eye on Arhu as he studied the gate matrix, then sat up again and started slowly hooking strings out of the air to “reweave’ the visible matrix. It surprises me that you would describe the concept of approaching sexual maturity as a problem.
Oh, it’s not, not as his affects me anyway, Urruah said. We’re in-pride now: he’s safe with me—it helps that the relationship between you and me isn’t physical. Though I do feel sorry for you, Urruah said, magnanimously.
Rhiow simply put her whiskers forward and accepted the implied compliment without comment. But for him, Urruah said, there’s likely to be trouble coming. Hormonal surges don’t sort well with the normal flow of wizardly practice.
I’m not sure there’s going to be anything normal about his practice for a while, Rhiow said, dry, as they watched the structure of the gate reassert itself in the air, rippling and flowing, wrinkling as if someone was pulling it out of shape from the edges. Arhu had not actually started his task on the gate yet, but he was thinking about it, and the gates were susceptible to the thoughts of the technicians who worked with them.
“Uh,” Arhu said.
“Don’t just pull it in all directions like a dead rat, for Iau’s sake,” Rhiow said, trying not to sound as impatient as she felt. “Take time to get your visualization sorted out first.”
“Remember what I told you about visualizing the entire interweave of the gate’s string structure as organized into five-stranded structures and groups of five,” Urruah said. “Simplest that way: there are five major groupings of forces involved in worldgates, and besides, we have five claws on each paw, and these things are never accidental—”
“Wait a minute,” Arhu said, sitting back again, but with a slightly suspicious look this time. “Are you trying to tell me that the whole species of People was built the way we are just so that we could be gate technicians—?”
“Maybe not just for that purpose, no. But don’t you find it a little strange that we’re perfectly set up to handle strings physically, and that we can see them naturally, when no other species can?”
“The saurians can.”
“That’s a recent development,” Rhiow said wearily. It was one of many “recent developments” which they were all slowly digesting. “Never mind that for now. No other species could. Meantime, do something before the thing defaults again …”
“All right,” Arhu said. “Group one is for phase relationships.” He plucked that control string out as he named it, held it hooked behind one claw, and a series of strings in the matrix ran bright golden as he activated them. Two is for the main hyperstring “junction weave” to four-dimensional space, and the “emphatic” forces: three is for the fifth-dimensional interweave, four is for dimensions six through ten and the lower electromagnetic spectrum, five is for the upper electromagnetic and the strong- and weak-force plena. And then—” He paused, licked his nose.
“Then comes motion,” Urruah said, “—field nutation, sideslip, tesseral, cistemporal, cishyperspatial.” He paused as Arhu leaned in to bite the strings that he was having trouble managing with his paws, “—and then the five strictly physical fields of motion. The planet rotates, it’s inclined on its axis and precesses, it’s also describing a large ellipse around the Sun, and the Sun is moving on the inward leg of a hyperbola with the galactic core at one focus, and the Galaxy—”
“—is rotating, yes, I think we would have heard if it had stopped—”
Urruah made a face. “Just be glad that’s all the kinetics you have to worry about at the moment. Once we get up into second-order stuff, your head will hurt a lot worse than if I’d hit you for your rude mouth, which may come later. And don’t think I can’t hear you thinking, with your teeth and claws full of hyperstrings: you think the laws of science are broken, or I’m deaf? Thought runs down those things like water: that’s partly what they’re built for … All you have to worry about now is the path this piece of Earth is describing through space at the moment, and the path that the piece you’re trying to gate to is describing. You keep them in synch while the gate’s open, and that’ll be more than a lot of wizards can do. It’s a complex helical locus in motion, but no more complex than a trained Person can handle. Let’s see how you do.”
Rhiow sat and wondered how Urruah could sound so casual about the management of forces which, if Arhu let them slip, could peel the whole mass of Grand Central Terminal off its track-tunneled lower layers and toss it up into the stratosphere the way you would toss a new-killed rat. That was Urruah’s teaching style, though, and it seemed to work with Arhu. Tom stuff, Rhiow thought, and kept her whiskers stilclass="underline" unwise to let the amusement show. For toms, it all comes down to blows and ragged ears in the end. Never mind: whatever works for them…