Thursday, October 11, 2012

125 - What Programs Do We Have?




Elemfias whispered a single word, that might have been own’crap. Then she ‘raised the lumes’ and brightened the light inside as much as she could.  “We’ll manage.  We don’t know if the storm will last a dozen days, or two, or three.  We’ll cut back as if it will last twelve days and won’t we be surprised when it stops after five or so.  Who knows?”

“So we need to start getting these birds into sleeping it away if we can.  Who has the programs for that?” Ilax asked.  As the adults compared notes about who had what kind of program that might save their lives, Werfas shrugged and fished Tizrav out of his collar and set her on the sand where she immediately began sniffing around as if she’d just found a mouse nest, off to one side.

“I can cline us a pit... for a latrine.  We’ll need it.”  He moved over to where Tizzy was snuffling and digging.

Hara folded up her tattered veil and looked over at Ky.  “My father knows what programs I have, mostly.  Not the little ones I’ve written myself but the big ones.  I don’t need to go and shove my beak into that talk yet.”

“Hara... how can you be so... so... calm?”  Ky was shaking with anger.  “Your da has just gone trotting off into Lainz without a back-up... on my father’s and the Rasheem’s word... it’s not that smart!  He’s supposed to be so good, so smart!  It’s just been one stupid decision after another.  I’m supposed to be like him?” He flung a glare across the hide at his father’s back.

Hara put a finger across his lips.  “Shh.  Now is not the time to go there.  Yell at him later, if you must.  Right now we need to know what programs you have absolute control of, that might save us.”

“Zon Elemfias and my da know better.  I grew up hating mandery or clinery.  Some kids in the Basin got accused of them and got beaten up.  Beaten up and thrown into the zardukar gates... or off the edge if the sex school’s guards didn’t stop them – right off the edge before they got to the bridge.  It wasn’t safe.”

Her eyes were fixed on him.  “You never said it was that bad, before.”

“NO,” he coughed and managed to choke down his shout.  This was no place to start ranting and raving, and there was no room to pace or even wave his arms around, however much he wanted to. “Why bother?  Why tell you how bad something used to be?”

“Because it would let me know what you grew up with?”

“Oh.  That.  As if that’s important.”

Werfas had a pit marked out, though he had to keep hauling the ferret out of the area every few moments.  If it hadn’t been so serious it would have been funny.  “Here, wing-brother, take this rat, will you?” He thrust Tizrav over toward Kyrus.

He took her and then spent the next few minutes trying to keep her.  “This isn’t going to work, Werfas.  Even with Hara helping me, and with a harness on her.  She still wants to help you, something awful.”

“Just a few more moments and I’ll have this clined out...Hara... could you take this sand and add it to the roof please?  A little more out from under us and between us and the razor sand?”

“Certainly.”  She moved over to the other side of the crouching bird and as Werfas clined down, she took the spiralling dust and dirt and spread it evenly over her head, careful not to interfere with the air-holes.

“Almost done here,” Werfas said with satisfaction.  “If we don’t have birds crapping in here it should be fine.  When I’m deep enough I’ll make it leach water so—“ he broke off as a grinding, scraping noise began, added to the howl of the storm.

Everyone’s talk broke off and Ky grabbed at Tizzy’s harness, even as she stopped trying to get away from him and burrowed into his shirt instead. They all stared at Werfas, who sat with his neatly clined hole, at the edge of the dome of sand that was keeping them all safe.

“I think... there’s a...” his whisper broke into a wild, deafening yell, as the ground all around him crumbled and he vanished into a hole that took up all of the space under him, as if something had reached up and dragged him in.

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