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ack to days when urrish settlers had to fight and prove themselves more than mere galloping savages； roaming the grassy plains； beholden to high…caste qheuens for everything they owned。
Ur…ronn used to recite the legend during our adventure trips。 Even allowing for exaggeration； those must've been brave urs who climbed fuming volcano heights to build the first crude forges near fiery lava springs； toiling through cinders and constant danger to learn the secret of reworking Buyur metal and break the Gray Queens' tool…monopoly forever。
It kind of makes you glad humans didn't e any sooner； 'cause the answers would've been right there in some book…how to make knives and lenses and windows and such。 Sure； it would've made it easier for the other exile races to free themselves from dominion by qheuenish woodcarvers。 On the other hand； all you have to do is hear Ur…ronn's lisping tale to know what pride her folk won from all that work and sacrifice。
They did it themselves； you see； earning liberty and self…respect。 Ask any hoon how we'd feel without our swaying ships。 Earthling lore has made improvements； but no one gave us the sea！ Not our far…off Guthatsa patrons； or the Great Galactic Library； or our selfish ancestors who dumped us on Jijo； naive and unready。 It's a proud thing to have done it for ourselves。
Pride can be important； when you don't have much else。
Before entering the forge…inferno； Pincer…Tip draped a water…soaked mantle over his soft red carapace。 I gathered my cloak around me while Huck checked her goggles and axle…guards。 Then Ur…ronn led us past overlapping leather curtains into the Works。
We hurried along a walkway of treated boo； hung between bubbling pools that glowed white with Jijo's blood heat。 Cleverly diverted updrafts guided smoldering vapors into stone baffles； venting them outside to look no different than any other smoker on Mount Guenn's flank。
Huge buckets dangled overhead…one filled with reclaimed Buyur scrap and the other with a sandy mix…each waiting to be dipped in that blazing heat； then poured into clay molds。 Urrish workers hauled pulleys and ladles。 Another twirled a big glob of liquid glass at the end of a tube； spinning it round and round to form a flat whirling disk that turned solid as it thinned and cooled； a window destined for homes far away from here。
They were assisted by several gray qheuens who； in one of Jijo's ironies； turned out to be the other sept well suited to these conditions。 The grays may even be happier than when their queens used to dominate the mons。 But I never could read much expression on their stony cupolas。 I often wonder how our wild； emotional Pincer could be related to them。
Farther from the heat； half a dozen g'Keks skittered across the smooth floor； handling account ledgers； while a traeki specialist with throbbing synthi rings tasted each mix to certify the mill's products would rust or decay in less than two hundred years； as required by the sages。 Some orthodox scroll…pounders say we shouldn't have smithies at all…that they're vanities； distracting us from salvation through forgetfulness。 But I think the place is gloss； even if the smoke frets my throat sac and sets my spine…scales itching。
Ur…ronn led us through more curtains into the Laboratory Grotto； where Uriel studies the secrets of her art…both those hard…won by her ancestors and others delved from human texts。 Clever breezes freshened the air； allowing us to loosen our protections。 Pincer gratefully doffed his heavy mantle and doused his red carapace at a shower…alcove。 Huphu splashed eagerly while I sponged my sac。 Ur…ronn kept her distance from the water； preferring a brief roll in some clean dry sand。
Huck skittered down a hallway lined with many doors； peering into various laboratory chambers。 〃Hsst！ Alvin！〃 she whispered urgently； waving me over with one arm and two eyestalks。 〃e look。 Care to guess who's here again？〃
〃Who is it？〃 Pincer whistled； leaving five wet trails of prints behind him。 Ur…ronn daintily avoided the moist tracks with her rattling hooves。
I already had a pretty good idea who Huck was talking about； since no ship passenger enters Wuphon without being known to the harbor master…my mother。 She hadn't announced anything； but I knew from overheard snatches that the latest dross ship had brought an important human visitor； one who debarked at night； heading straight to the Mount Guenn tram。
〃Hrrrm。 I'll bet you a sweetboo cane it's that sage again；〃 I ventured before arriving at the door。 〃The one from Biblos。〃
Huck's rear…facing eye looked disappointed； and she groused…〃Lucky guess〃…while making space for the rest of us。
I knew this room。 Many's the previous visit I used to stand at the doorway and stare at the goings…on within。 The huge chamber held Uriel's mystery machine…a gimcrackery of gears； cables； and revolving glass that seemed to fill the vaulted cavern with grinding motion like one of those Victorian factories you read about in books by Dickens。 Only this device didn't make a single blessed thing； as far as any of us could ever tell。 Only countless glitters of light as whirling crystal disks spun like hundreds of ghostly little g'Keks； rolling against each other madly； futilely； going noplace the faster they spun。
I glimpsed the human visitor； bent over a trestle table with a precious…looking folio spread open before him； pointing at a diagram； while Uriel rocked in a circle； lifting one leg at a time； shaking her pelted head in disagreement。 The smith's gray…fringed nostril blew exasperation。
〃With all due resfect； Sage Furofsky； you night have gone to Gathering instead of coning all this way。 I cannot see how this vook is relevant to our frovlen…to our quandary。〃
The human wore the black cloak of a lesser sage； the kind who dwell in the sacred halls of Biblos with half a million printed tomes for pany； tending wisdom handed down for three hundred years。 He was hoonish…handsome； which happens when one of their males gets gray head fleece and lets his facial fur grow long； an effect enhanced by a noble long nose。 This worthy jabbed again at the ancient page； so hard I feared he'd hurt the priceless text。
〃But I tell you this algorithm is exactly what you need！ It can be executed in a tenth the space； with far fewer parts； if you'd just consider…〃
I can't write what followed； because it was in that dialect of Anglic called Engineering； and even my hoonish memory won't help me write words I can't understand or spell。 The sage must have e to help Uriel in her project。 Anyone who knew her could predict Uriel's resistance。
Beyond those two we saw Urdonnol； a younger urrish techie； who the Master trusted with general upkeep of this whatever…it…is machine； stretching beyond the farthest reach of the single overhead skylight。 Urdonnol peered through the shuddering； squeaking assembly； reaching in to tighten an elastic belt or lubricate a bearing。 As senior apprentice； she was two hooves toward being Uriel's heir。
The sole other candidate was Ur…ronn； partly because of our pal's school scores； and also because she's the nearest of Uriel's scent…cousins to survive from steppe…grub to adult。 No doubt Urdonnol worked here…tending the Master's personal project…to improve her chances； though she clearly hated the big machine。
Miniature centaur figures moved amid the whirling disks； making delicate adjustments。 Urrish males； normally rare to see outside their wives' pouches； tightened belts and gears under Urdonnol's terse direction。 Striking a blow for equality； I guess。
I bent and whispered to Huck； 〃So much for all that talk about…hr…hrrm…starships！ If they really saw one； they wouldn't be fooling with toy gadgets right now！〃
Ur…ronn must've overheard me。 She swung her long muzzle； wearing a wounded look。 Two out of three eyes narrowed。 〃I heard Uriel and Gyfz；〃 she hissed。 〃Anyhow； what does a snarty…fants like you know？〃
〃Enough to know all these whirling glass yo…yos don't have hair on a qheuen's backside to do with visiting spaceships！〃
Even if we hadn't been snapping at each other； it wasn't easy for a gang like ours to peer discreetly into a