Reclamation

They both knelt on the shelter's smooth polymer floor. The older of the pair said, "Know, good sir, that this despised one is Broken Trail dena Rift in the Clouds and with her is Empty Cups dena Reed in the Wind, and we beg to know how we may serve."

Lu suppressed a grimace and Jay shrugged. When they'd first started the search, Lu had tried to get the Notouch to stop groveling, but found it didn't work. The Notouch obeyed the rules of a lifetime and simply didn't trust anybody who told them that the rules were unnecessary. They were so stubborn about it that Jay found himself wondering if some kind of specific subservience hadn't been bred into them by the old masters of this place. Their caste system had probably evolved around whatever categories their makers had originally placed them in. But then there was Stone in the Wall…But she had been an exception and it was beginning to look like that wasn't the only thing she'd been an exception to.

"First you can serve by getting yourselves warm and dry," said Lu, putting his steady smile back into place. "Come here, if you will."

Trail and Cups followed Jay, walking so close together their shoulders almost touched. Jay had set up an empty metal crate near the back wall of the shelter. A coal fire burned in the middle of it. For the first couple of testees, he had tried to introduce them to heating elements, but none of them would come near the glowing coils.

When Jay stood back to make room for them, Trail and Cups approached the fire without hesitation and held out their scarred hands over the flames, rubbing and blowing on their knuckles. They stripped off their headcloths and ponchos, wringing out the extra water onto the floor. Fortunately, Lu would be spared from having to mop up the mess. The porous polymer absorbed it and let it drain into the ground underneath.

"Now then, Trail and Cups, hear this," said Lu as the women dried themselves off. "I am going to show you a strange place and ask you some questions you may not see the reason for. To serve, you must stay calm and use the wits the Nameless bestowed upon you when they gave you your lives. You'll be home before night touches your rooftops again. Can you do this?"

"Good sir, we can," said Trail, bowing her head humbly.

Lu rolled his eyes. "Then you have my thanks." He glanced at Jay and switched to Standard. "You coming down?"

"No." Jay dropped into the chair in front of the encampment stove and yanked off his boots. "I've got to make it back before the Seablades show up. King Silver wants her Skyman beside her so she can show how badly she's breaking all the rules."

"Well, you know the real rule."

"If it works, don't argue," Jay chorused with him. He stuffed his boots and socks into the stove and set the controls for clothes drying.

"Good luck," he said as he leaned back.

"Thanks," answered Lu. "I still wish we didn't have to do it this way."

Jay made himself shrug casually again. "Those are the orders. No more volunteers go offworld until we find out what the Vitae have done with or to Stone in the Wall." He frowned toward the stove. Should have had word about that by now, even if it isn 't ever going to come from where Lu thinks it will.

"Whatever you say. You're the boss of this little expedition." Lu shrugged.

"It's not my idea," Jay reminded him. Believe me, I'd just as soon be shoveling everyone we can get our hands on into the shuttle hold. "It's the committee's. It's not so bad, though. We do need to be careful. The Vitae are awfully close to making their move on this place."

"You'd know, wouldn't you."

Yes, I would. "Let me alone, Lu. I exiled myself years ago."

"Sorry," said Lu sheepishly. "It's an old habit."

"I know." The stove chimed and Jay opened the door to retrieve his footgear. '"Take care."

"Keep your back to the wall."

Jay refrained from mentioning that here it was impossible to do anything else.

Lu waited for Trail and Cups to rewrap their ponchos and turbans before he led them to the trapdoor he had jury-rigged in the floor. Underneath it lay a second hatchway, flush to a smooth patch of some silicate-like substance that had been exposed by years of wind and water rushing across it.

Lu dug his fingers into the crack between the hatch and the silicate and, with a grant of effort, raised the lid. Cups and Trail exchanged apprehensive glances when they saw the smooth-sided, dark well in front of them. Lu pressed the key that turned on the lights he had strung on adhesive pads down the side. The illumination did little more than show the fact that the tunnel's walls were grey and unmarked, broken only by the string of lights and the jointed ladder Lu had hung from the edge of the drop.