A Fire Upon the Deep

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!QU newRIP, what should be its name?
!PRB if the galaxy is so big how come Sjandra Kei (twice a coincidence)
! is close by? QU MG: This is also a problem with having flamer be at
! RIP. (Of course, this could be just one of many flamers, but even
! so....)
!ID could have the flamer be nebbish in person
!ID it makes sense that the OOB carry quite powerful ultrawave equipment
^

-=*=-

CHAPTER 30

Tyrathect was losing the battle within herself. Oh, it wasn't near ended; better perhaps to say that the tide had turned. In the beginning there had been little triumphs, as when she let Amdijefri play alone with the commset without even the children guessing she was responsible. But such were many tendays past, and now.... Some days she would be entirely in control of herself. Others -- and these often seemed the happiest -- would begin with her seeming in control.
It was not yet clear the sort of day today would be. !V CHK palisades meaning
!V This sort of conflicts with the tunnels used
!V in the denouement

Tyrathect paced along the hoardings that topped the new castle's walls. The place was certainly new, but hardly yet a castle. Steel had built in panicky haste. The south and west walls were very thick, with embedded tunnels. But there were spots on the north side that were simply palisades backed by stony rubble. Nothing more could be done in the time that Steel had been given. She stopped for a moment, smelling fresh-sawn timber. The view down Starship Hill was as beautiful as she had ever seen it. The days were getting longer. Now there was only twilight between the setting and the rising of the sun. The local snow had retreated to its summer patches, leaving heather to turn green in the warmth. From here she could see miles, to where bluish sea haze clamped down on the offshore islands.
By the conventional wisdom, it would be suicide to attack the new castle -- even in its present ramshackle state -- with less than a horde. Tyrathect smiled bitterly to herself. Of course, Woodcarver would ignore that wisdom. Old Woodcarver thought she had a secret weapon that would breach these walls from hundreds of feet away. Even now Steel's spies were reporting that the Woodcarvers had taken the bait, that their small army and their crude cannon had begun the overland trek up the coast.
She descended the wall stairs to the yard. She heard faint thunder. Somewhere north of Streamsdell, Steel's own cannoneers were beginning their morning practice. When the air was just right, you could hear it. There was to be no testing near the farmlands, and none but high Servants and isolated workers knew of the weapons. But by now Steel had thirty of the devices and gunpowder to match. The greatest lack was gunners. Up close the noise of firing was hellish. Sustained firing could deafen. Ah, but the weapons themselves: They had a range of almost eight miles, three times as great as Woodcarver's. They could deliver gunpowder "bombs" that exploded on impact. There were places beyond the northern hills where the forest was gouged bare and slumping landslides showed naked rock -- all from sustained barrages of gunfire.
And soon -- perhaps today -- the Flenserists would have radio, too. !V If you don't use "partitioned" elsewhere in connection with Tines,
! you
!V you should use "fragmented" in this paragraph

God damn you, Woodcarver! Of course Tyrathect had never met the Woodcarver, but Flenser had known that pack well: Flenser was mostly Woodcarver's offspring. The "Gentle Woodcarver" had borne him and raised him to power. It had been Woodcarver who taught him about freedom of thought and experiment. Woodcarver should have known the pride that lived in Flenser, should have known that he would go to extremes his parent never dared. And when the new one's monstrous nature became clear, when his first "experiments" were discovered, Woodcarver should have had him killed -- or at the very least, fragmented. Instead, Flenser had been allowed to take exile ... to create things like Steel, and they to create their own monsters, ultimately to build this hierarchy of madness. !V tojrf When to say "Woodcarver's" v "Woodcarvers"

And now, a century overdue, Woodcarver was coming to correct her mistake. She came with her toy guns, as overconfident and idealistic as ever. She came into a trap of steel and fire that none of her people would survive. If only there were some way to warn the Woodcarver. Tyrathect's only reason for being here was the oath she had sworn herself to bring Flenser's Movement down. If Woodcarver knew what awaited her here, if she even knew of the traitors in her own camp ... there might be a chance. Last fall, Tyrathect had come close to sending an anonymous message south. There were traders who visited through both kingdoms. Her Flenser memories told her which were likely independent. She almost passed one a note, a single piece of silkpaper, reporting the starship's landing and Jefri's survival. In that she had missed death by less than a day: Steel had shown her a report from the South, about the other human and Woodcarver's progress with the "dataset". There were things in the report that could only be known by someone at the top at Woodcarver's. Who? She didn't ask, but she guessed it was Vendacious; the Flenser in Tyrathect remembered that sibling pack well. They'd had ... dealings. Vendacious had none of the raw genius of their joint parent, but there was a broad streak of opportunism in him.
Steel had shown her the report only to puff himself up, to prove to Tyrathect that he had succeeded in something that Flenser had never attempted. And it was a coup. Tyrathect had complimented Steel with more than usual sincerity ... and quietly shelved her plans of warning. With a spy at the top at Woodcarver's, any message would be pointless suicide. !V should mention this dome later on (coppered) when they are landing
!V IMP technical INCON hld points out the copper dome will shield
!V again radio; -- changed to pink marble.

Now Tyrathect padded across the castle's outer yard. There was still plenty of construction going on, but the teams were smaller. Steel was building timber lodges all over the yard. Many were empty shells. Steel hoped to persuade Ravna to land at a special spot near the inner keep.
The inner keep. That was the only thing about this castle built to the standards of Hidden Island. It was a beautiful structure. It could really be what Steel told Amdijefri: a shrine to honor Jefri's ship and protect it from Woodcarver attack. The central dome was a smooth sweep of cantilevers and fitted stone as wide as the main meeting hall on Hidden Island. Tyrathect watched it with one pair of eyes as she trotted round it. Steel intended to face the dome with the finest pink marble. It would be visible for dozens of miles into the sky. The deadfalls built into its structure were the centerpiece of Steel's plan, even if the rescuers didn't land in his other trap.

Shreck and two other high Servants stood on the steps of the castle's meeting hall. They came to attention as she approached. The three backed quickly away, bellies scraping stone ... but not as quickly as last fall. They knew that the other Flenser Fragments had been destroyed. As Tyrathect swept past them, she almost smiled. For all her weakness and all her problems, she knew she could best these ones. !QU how about some other word besides djinni?
!V Note that you do have one other reference to demons (c13)

Steel was already inside, alone. The most important meetings were all like this, just Steel and herself. She understood the relationship. In the beginning, Steel had been simply terrified of her -- the one person he believed he could never kill. For tendays, he had teetered between grovelling before her and dismembering her. It was amusing to see the bonds Flenser had installed years before still having force. Then had come word of the death of the other Fragments. Tyrathect was no longer Flenser-in-Waiting. She had half expected death to come then. But in a way this made her safer. Now Steel was less afraid, and his need for intimate advice could be satisfied in ways he saw less threatening. She was his bottled demon: Flenser wisdom without the Flenser threat. !V June 4, 1991 Yecco. The end of this paragraph conflicts with the
!V final stuff you want to resolve in the reader's mind about Tyra
!V June 4, 1991 Okay, I've tried to fix it up some. The price is a
!V stumble in the course of realigning her thinking (the paragraph
!V is now showing high-rate personality oscillation). Ask jrf.

This afternoon he seemed almost relaxed, nodding casually to Tyrathect as she entered. She nodded back. In many ways Steel was her -- Flenser's -- finest creation. So much effort had been spent honing Steel. How many packs-worth of members had been sacrificed to get just the combination that was Steel. She -- Flenser -- had wanted brilliance, ruthlessness. As Tyrathect she could see the truth. With all the flensing, Flenser had created a poor, sad thing. It was strange, but ... sometimes Steel seemed like Flenser's most pitiable victim. ^ FRAG
^ As Tyrathect, she could see some of the
^ flaws now. With all the flensing, Flenser had created a pack that was
^ too dominated by fear. There was genius in Steel, potentially greater
^ than Flenser's, but it spent far too much of its time looking in all
^ directions for threats that were not there. If she had it to do over
^ again....
!ID SEQ Maybe Steel is Mr. Tines in "The Blabber"
!ID SEQ QU Freudian slip Amdi/Hamid? in "The Blabber"
! Certainly it's clear in "The Blabber" that somebody got it
! wrong about Jefri/Hamid being a math genius (ie, was fooled
! by Amdijefri's little deception).
!INCON Earlier you make the point that there is no word for "child"
! in Tines talk (c15, I think, and fixed there to mean "pack of puppies")
!V However, this does mean that you should avoid
!V other uses of children for Tinish offspring
!PRB QU Gotta get some consistent usage for the number of Amdijefri in
! the prose style you use -- I say, use plural.
!NÆH: PRB Should work on making the radio cloaks plausible to your XX-
! century
! readers, yet still consistent with the background of Pham and Rav
!hld Are these "radios" EM devices at all? Recharging by sunlight gives
!hld probably power limit for all night use of about 10-20W. Note tht
!hld solar cells must be dark colored -- silver/gold part here won't
! work.
!hld Maybe they have to be spread out in the sun with the inside showing.
!hld IMP V DONE (changed the color to mostly black).
!V The following is good, but I've decided not to do it:
!hld I'd use direct sequence spread spectrum pseudo-noise coding to have
! more
!hld than one set co-exist. Need a carrier >= 1GHz if it's an EM device.
!hld Range would be a few kilometers. Slightly better than line of sight
!hld - some diffraction around rocks. Metal will block/reflect, eg copper
!hld clad roofs
!QU Do you think the games I play here with he/she references to
! Tyra (as the pack drifts between Tyra and Flenser domination) are okay,
! or are they just too confusing to the reader?
!PRB INCON should try to make it clear how Flenser is different from
! villainous brood-kenners of the past
!NÆH: ID in presenting ambush-rape, might actually show Steel going after
! a singleton in his den
!
!V CHK decide on italicizing "radio"

"Ready for the big test?" Tyrathect said. At long last, the radios seemed complete.
"In a moment. I wanted to ask you about timing. My sources tell me Woodcarver's army is on its way. If they make reasonable progress, they should be here in five tendays."
"That's at least three tendays before Ravna's ship arrives."
"Quite. We will have your old enemy disposed of long before we go for the high stakes. But ... something is strange about the Two-Legs' recent messages. How much do you think they suspect? Is it possible that Amdijefri are telling them more than we know?" !V CHK INCON where does Tyrathect get permission to learn Samnorsk?

It was an uncertainty Steel would have masked back when she had been Flenser-in-Waiting. Tyrathect slid to a seated position before replying. "You might know the answer if you had bothered to learn more of the Two-Legs' language, dear Steel, or let me learn more." Through the winter, Tyrathect had been desperate to talk to the children alone, to get warning to the ship. She was of two minds about that now. Amdijefri were so transparent, so innocent. If they glimpsed anything of Steel's treachery, they couldn't hide it. And what might the rescuers do if they knew Steel's villainy? Tyrathect had seen one starship in flight. Just its landing could be a terrible weapon. Besides ... If Steel's plan succeeds, I won't need the aliens' goodwill.
Aloud, Tyrathect continued, "As long as you can continue your magnificent performance, you have nothing to fear from the child. Can't you see that he loves you?" !V CHK all the places where you say this

For an instant, Steel seemed pleased, and then the suspicion returned. "I don't know. Amdi seems always to taunt me, as though he sees through my act."
Poor Steel. Amdiranifani was his greatest success, and he would never understand it. In this one thing Steel had truly exceeded his Master, had discovered and honed a technique that had once been Woodcarver's. The Fragment eyed his former student almost hungrily. If only he could do him all over again; there must be a way to combine the fear and the flensing with love and affection. The resulting tool would truly merit the name Steel. Tyrathect shrugged, "Take my word for it. If you can continue your kindness act, both children will be faithful. As for the rest of your question: I have noticed some change in Ravna's messages. She seems much more confident of their arrival time, yet something has gone wrong for them. I don't think they're any more suspicious than before; they seemed to accept that Jefri was responsible for Amdi's idea about the radios. That lie was a good move, by the way. It played to their sense of superiority. On a fair battlefield, we are probably their betters -- and they must not guess that."
"But what are they suddenly so tense about?"
The Fragment shrugged. "Patience, dear Steel. Patience and observation. Perhaps Amdijefri have noticed this too. You might subtly inspire them to ask about it. My guess is the Two-Legs have their own politics to worry about." He stopped and turned all his heads on Steel. "Could you have your 'source' down at Woodcarver's ferret about with the question?"
"Perhaps I will. That Dataset is Woodcarver's one great advantage." Steel sat in silence for a moment, nervously chewing at his lips. Abruptly, he shook himself all over, as if to drive off the manifold threats he saw encroaching. "Shreck!"
There was the sound of paws. The hatch creaked open and Shreck stuck a head inside. "Sir?"
"Bring the radio outfits in here. Then ask Amdijefri if he can come down to talk to us."

!V Gold must be awfully rare if that's all? CHK

The radios were beautiful things. Ravna claimed that the basic device could be invented by civilizations scarcely more advanced than Flenser's. That was hard to believe. There were so many steps in the making, so many meaningless detours. The final results: eight one-yard squares of night-darkness. Glints of gold and silver showed in the strange material. That, at least, was no mystery: a part of Flenser's gold and silver had gone into the construction. !NO: QU how about having Jefri's speech really be in Samnorsk?
!QU INCON what became of the walkie-talkies from the refugee ship?
!V You've pretty much covered this by having him destroy the matching
!V commset, but maybe you should say more somewhere

Amdijefri arrived. They raced around the central floor, poked at the radios, shouted to Steel and the Flenser Fragment. Sometimes it was hard to believe they were not truly one pack, that the Two Legs was not another member: They clung to each other as a single pack might. As often as not, Amdi answered questions about Two-Legs before Jefri had a chance to speak, using the "I-pack" pronoun to identify both of them.
Today, however, there seemed to be a disagreement. "Oh, please my lord, let me be the one to try it!"
Jefri rattled off something in Samnorsk. When Amdi didn't translate, he repeated the words more slowly, speaking directly to Steel. "No. It is [something something] dangerous. Amdi is [something] small. And also, time [something] narrow."
The Fragment strained for the meaning. Damn. Sooner or later their ignorance of the Two Legs' language was going to cost them.
Steel listened to the human, then sighed the most marvelously patient sigh. "Please. Amdi. Jefri. What is problem?" He spoke in Samnorsk, making more sense to the Flenser Fragment than the human child had.
Amdi dithered for a moment. "Jefri thinks the radio jackets are too big for me. But look, it doesn't fit so badly!" Amdi jumped all around one of the night-dark squares, dragging it heedlessly off its velvet pallet onto the floor. He pulled the fabric over the back and shoulders of his largest member.
Now the radio was roughly the shape of a greatcloak; Steel's tailors had added clasps at the shoulders and gut. But the thing was vastly outsized for little Amdi. It stood like a tent around one of him. "See? See?" The tiny head poked out, looking first at Steel and then at Tyrathect, willing their belief.
Jefri said something. The Amdi pack squeaked back angrily. Then, "Jefri worries about everything, but somebody has to test the radios. There's this little problem with speed. Radio goes much faster than sound. Jefri's just afraid it's so fast, it might confuse the pack using it. That's foolish. How much faster could it be than heads-together thought?" He asked it as a question. Tyrathect smiled. The pack of puppies couldn't quite lie, but he guessed that Amdi knew the answer to his question -- and that it did not support his argument.
On the other side of the hall, Steel listened with heads cocked -- the picture of benign tolerance. "I'm sorry, Amdi. It's just too dangerous for you to be the first."
"But I am brave! And I want to help."
"I'm sorry. After we know it's safe --"
Amdi gave a shriek of outrage, much higher than normal interpack talk, almost in the range of thought. He swarmed around Jefri, whacking at the human's legs with his butt ends. "Hideous traitor!" he cried, and continued the insults in Samnorsk. !V June 4, 1991 CHK how many cloaks have they made here?
!V June 14, 1991 Must be at least 8 at this point, so three here
!V unused. Or maybe several of Amdi were going to go under one

It took about ten minutes to get him calmed down to a sulk. He and Jefri sat on the floor, grumbling at each other in Samnorsk. Tyrathect watched the two, and Steel on the other side of the room. If irony were something that made sound, they would all be deaf by now. All their lives, Flenser and Steel had experimented on others -- usually unto death. Now they had a victim who literally begged to be victimized ... and he must be rejected. There was no question about the rejection. Even if Jefri had not raised objections, the Amdi pack was too valuable to be risked. Furthermore, Amdi was an eightsome. It was a miracle that such a large pack could function at all. Whatever dangers there were with radio would be much greater for him. !V Decide on consistent use of term "soul" INCON
!V IMP to do some grep'ing for "soul"
!V June 14, 1991 Okay, I take "soul" to be as nearly as possible as
!V what an average USAn would mean: Heart of self-awareness, what
!V makes me me. Thus it is something that can survive the passing
!V of at least some members (how many is one of the central
!V philosophical questions). I believe I have made usage
!V consistent with that now June 14, 1991

So, a proper victim would be found. A proper wretch. Surely there were plenty of those in the dungeons beneath Hidden Island. Tyrathect thought back on all the packs she remembered killing. How she hated Flenser, his calculating cruelty. I am so much worse than Steel. I made Steel. She remembered where her thoughts had been the last hour. This was one of the bad days, one of the days when Flenser sneaked out from the recesses of her mind, when she rode the power of his reason higher and higher, till it became rationalization and she became him. Still, for a few more seconds she might be in control. What could she do with it? A soul that was strong enough might deny itself, might become a different person ... might at the very least end itself. !V June 4, 1991 Previous sentence is INCON with later
!V June 14, 1991 But at least now not attributed to Flenser

"I-I will try the radio." The words were spoken almost before he thought them. Weak, silly frill.
"What?" said Steel. !small PRB: The number to use, radio v radios

But the words had been clear, and Steel had heard. The Flenser Fragment smiled dryly. "I want to see what this radio can do. Let me try it, dear Steel."

!IDEA 15Mar89 thirdworlder who became educated from just
! watching educational television
!

They took the radios out into the yard, on the side of the starship that was hidden from general view. Here it would just be Amdijefri, Steel, and whoever I am at the moment. The Flenser Fragment laughed at the upwelling fear. Discipline, she had thought! Perhaps that was best. He stood in the middle of the yard and let the human help him with the radio gear. Strange to see another intelligent being so close, and towering over him. !V June 4, 1991 CHK precise meaning of "articulate"
!V June 14, 1991 "having many joints"

Jefri's incredibly articulate paws arranged the jackets loosely on his backs. The inside material was soft, deadening. And unlike normal clothing, the radios covered the wearer's tympana. The boy tried to explain what he was doing. "See? This thing," he pulled at the corner of the greatcloak, "goes over your head. The inside has [something] that makes sound into radio."
The Fragment shrugged away as the boy tried to pull the cover forward. "No. I can't think." Only by standing just so, all members facing inward, could the Fragment maintain full consciousness. Already the weaker parts of him were edging toward isolation panic. The conscience that was Tyrathect would learn something today.
"Oh. I'm sorry." Jefri turned and spoke to Amdi, something about using the old design.
Amdi was heads-together, just thirty feet away. He had been all frowns, sullen at being denied, nervous to be apart from the Two-Legs. But as the preparations continued, the frowns eased. The puppies' eyes grew wide with happy fascination. The Fragment felt a wave of affection for the puppies that came and went almost too fast to be noticed.
Now Amdi edged nearer, taking advantage of the fact that the cloaks muffled much of the Fragment's thought sounds. "Jefri says maybe we shouldn't have tried to make the mind-size radio," he said. "But this will be so much better. I know it! And," he said with transparent slyness, "you could still let me test it instead."
"No, Amdi. This is the way it must be." Steel's voice was all soft sympathy. Only the Flenser Fragment could see the broad grin on a couple of the lord's members. !V June 4, 1991 Note Amdi's use of the word "Lord". If you do this
!V carefully enough, I suppose it could be consistent
!V My goal is that Amdi use "Mr" when he is speaking Samnorsk or is
!V thinking. The word actually means "Lord" though, and that should
!V be what he uses as here, when is speaking in Tinish.
!V (as of June 14, 1991, I have casually checked that the usage
!V of "Mr." is consistent with this)

"Well, okay." The puppies crept a little nearer. "Don't be afraid, Lord Tyrathect. We've had the radios in sunlight for some time. They should have lots of power. To make them work you just pull all the belts tight, even the ones at your neck."
"All of them at once?"
Amdi fidgeted. "That's probably best. Otherwise, there will be such a mismatch of speeds that --" He said something to the Two Legs.
Jefri leaned close. "This belt goes here, and this here." He pointed to the braid-bone straps that drew the head covering close. "Then just pull this with your mouth."
"The harder you pull, the louder the radio," Amdi added.
"Okay." The Fragment drew himself together. He shrugged the jackets into place, tightening the shoulder and gut belts. Deadly muffling. The jackets almost seemed to mold themselves to his tympana. He looked at himself, and grasped desperately for what was left of consciousness. The jackets were beautiful, magic darkness yet with a hint of the golden-silver of a Flenserist Lord. Beautiful instruments of torture. Even Steel had not imagined such twisted revenge. Had he?
The Fragment grabbed the head straps and pulled.

!QU Note that there are other ways of playing this transition:
! It could be done from the viewpoint of one of the other observers
! You could actually cut to a wholly different scene, or even the
! Johanna plotline. Any recommendations?
!NÆH: PRB RETROwrite that the inside of the jackets are transducers.
!
!NÆH: PRB INCON IMP Seems unrealistic that there isn't more testing.
! Praps
! in your original suspicion discussion between Ravna and Pham,
! there could be comment that this jumpstart aid in a way has less
! long-term usefulness than conventional technical help. In fact,
! it ought to be possible to put boobytraps into these gifts.
! This could also come up in Woodcarver's analysis of Flenser, after
! Vendacious is unmasked, just before the final battle.
!V IMP following might help with pacing (Lost Time) aboard OOB CHRON :
!MG ID for realism, could have final production design for the wideband
! radios done on the OOB
!MG ID think about small things Ravna could do to help Flenser tech
! (cf Frankowski) June 14, 1991 NO TIME
!V For instance, telescopes! I can see Flenser and Farscout using
!V such; the main PRB is exactly where to comment on the plethora
!V of small inventions (and it might be plausible that there were
!V no such, that Ravna and Pham concentrated on hard biggies).
!V If this is a conscious choice, it might be remarked upon in
!V the jumpstart scenes on the OOB.
!MG ID there should be other items of conventional Tines military
! technology that are weird
!vwv How about steamed-powered
!V whistles [heh heh, "mind blowers"] ID IMP
!
!V BKG "grass" is allowed in this other region of Tines' World.
^ V paragraph is not quite parallel February 24, 1991

Twenty years ago, when Tyrathect was new, she had loved to hike with her fission parent on the grassy dunes along Lake Kitcherri. That was before their great falling out, before loneliness drove Tyrathect to the Republic's Capital and her search for "meaning". Not all of the shore of Lake Kitcherri was beaches and dunes. Farther south there was the Rockness, where streams cut through stone to the water. Sometimes, especially when she and her parent had fought, Tyrathect would walk up from the shore along streams bordered by sheer, smooth cliffs. It was a sort of punishment: there were places where the stone had a glassy haze and didn't absorb sound at all. Everything was echoed, right up to the top of thought. It was if she were surrounded by copies of herself, and copies beyond them, all thinking the same sounds but out of step.
Of course echoes are often a problem with unquilted stone walls, especially if the size and geometry are wrong. But these cliffs were perfect reflectors, a quarrier's nightmare. And there were places where the shape of the Rockness conspired with the sounds.... When Tyrathect walked there, she couldn't tell her own thoughts from the echoes. Everything was garbled with barely offset resonance. At first it had been a great pain that sent her running. But she forced herself back again and again, and finally learned to think even in the worst of the narrows.
Amdijefri's radio was just a little like the Kitcherri cliffs. Enough to save me, maybe. Tyrathect came to consciousness all piled in a heap. At most seconds had passed since she brought the radios to life; Amdi and Steel were simply staring at her. The human was rocking one of her bodies, talking to her. Tyrathect licked the boy's paw, then stood partly up. She heard only her own thoughts ... but they had some of the jarring difference of the stone echoes.
She was back on her bellies again. Part of her was vomiting in the dirt. The world shimmered, out of tune. Thought is there. Grab it! Grab it! All a matter of coordination, of timing. She remembered Amdijefri talking about how fast the radio was. In a way, this was the reverse of the problem of the screaming cliffs.
She shook her heads, mastering the weirdness. "Give me a moment," she said, and her voice was almost calm. She looked around. Slowly. If she concentrated and didn't move fast, she could think. Suddenly she was aware of the greatcloaks, pressing in on all her tympana. She should have been deafened, isolated. Yet her thoughts were no muzzier than after a bad sleep.
She got to her feet again and walked slowly around the open space between Amdi and Steel. "Can you hear me?" she asked.
"Yes," said Steel. He edged nervously away from her.
Of course. The cloaks muffled sound like any heavy quilt: anything in the range of thought would be totally absorbed. But interpack speech and Samnorsk were low-pitched sound -- they would scarcely be affected. She stopped, holding all her breath. She could hear birds and the sounds of timber being sawn somewhere on the far side of the inner yard. Yet Steel was only thirty feet from her. His thought noise should have been a loud intrusion, even confusing. She strained to hear.... There was nothing but her own thoughts and a stickety buzzing noise that seemed to come from all directions.
"And we thought this would just give us control in battle," she said, wonderingly. All of her turned and walked toward Amdi. He was twenty feet away, ten feet. Still no thought noise. Amdi's eyes were wide. The puppies held their ground; in fact all eight of him seemed to lean toward her. "You knew about this all along, didn't you?" Tyrathect said.
"I hoped. Oh, I hoped." He stepped closer. Five feet. The eight of him looked at the five of her from a distance of inches. He extended a nose, brushing muzzles with Tyrathect. His thought sounds came only faintly through the cloak, no louder than if he were fifty feet away. For a moment they looked at each other in stark astonishment. Nose to nose, and they both could still think! Amdi gave a whoop of glee and bounded in among Tyrathect, rubbing back and forth across her legs. "See, Jefri," he shouted in Samnorsk. "It works. It works!" !ID chapter TITLE: Flame Out
!SEQ QU PRB Solicit suggestions (and think about it yourself) how to pace
! this story with the sequels on Tines' World ... finally leading
! to the events behind "The Blabber".

Tyrathect wobbled under the assault, almost lost hold of her thoughts. What had just happened.... In all the history of the world there had never been such a thing. If thinking packs could work paw by jowl.... There were consequences and consequences, and she got dizzy all over again.
Steel moved a little closer and suffered a flying hug from Jefri Olsndot. Steel was trying his best to join the celebration, but he wasn't quite sure what had happened. He hadn't lived the consequences like Tyrathect. "Wonderful progress for the first try," he said. "But it must be painful even so." Two of him looked sharply at her. "We should get that gear off you, and give you a rest."
"No!" Tyrathect and Amdi said almost together. She smiled back at Steel. "We haven't really tested it yet, have we? The whole purpose was long-distance communications." We thought that was the purpose, anyway. In fact, even if it had no better range than talk sounds, it was already a towering success in Tyrathect's mind.
"Oh." Steel smiled weakly at Amdi and glared hidden faces at Tyrathect. Jefri was still hanging on two of his necks. Steel was a picture of barely concealed anguish. "Well, go slowly then. We don't know what might happen if you run out of range."
Tyrathect disentangled two of herself from Amdi and stepped a few feet away. Thought was as clear -- and as potentially confusing -- as before. By now she was beginning to get the feel of it though. She had very little trouble keeping her balance. She walked the two another thirty feet, about the maximum range a pack could coordinate in the quietest conditions. "It's like I'm still heads-together," she said wonderingly. Ordinarily at thirty feet, thoughts were faint and the time lag so bad that coordination was difficult. !PRB Several things must eventually be addressed:
! How many simultaneous radio packs are to be allowed?
! If more than 1, then multiplexing must be considered (FDM, I think)
! (See hld's suggestion above.)
! What are line of sight problems with the frequencies used
! Affected by highest FDM band -- affects at least the terminology
!V This comes up later when they talk about the difficulty of
!V making more cloaks.
!V SOL ... but see how I have Steel use these interference effects
!V as a means of killing a radio pack remotely.
! What are the power/range constraints? -- miles
!
!TINES PRB Have to be careful with "looked at" "glanced at" terminology
! when describing tines behavior
!

"How far can I go?" She murmured the question to Amdi. !V June 4, 1991 INCON with c37 in the castle with Tyra?

He made a human giggling sound and slid a head close to hers. "I'm not sure. It should be good at least to the outer walls."
"Well," she said in a normal voice, for Steel, "let's see if I can spread a little bit further." The two of her walked another ten yards. She was more than sixty feet across!
Steel was wide-eyed. "And now?"
Tyrathect laughed. "My thought's as crisp as before." She turned her two and walked away.
"Wait!" roared Steel, bounding to his feet. "That's far --" then he remembered his audience, and his fury became more a frightened concern for her welfare. "That's far too dangerous for the first experiment. Come back!"
From where she sat with Amdi, Tyrathect smiled brightly. "But Steel, I never left," she said in Samnorsk.
Amdijefri laughed and laughed.
She was one hundred fifty feet across. Her two broke into a careful trot -- and she watched Steel swallow back foam. Her thought still had the sharp, abrupt quality of closer than heads-together. How fast is this radio thing?
She passed close by Shreck and the guards posted at the edge of the field. "Hey, hey, Shreck! What do you say?" one of her said at his stupefied faces. Back with Amdi and the rest of her, Steel was shouting at Shreck, telling him to follow her. !ID They should have a generalization of parallax view
!Seems to me that this sort of radio is in many ways not as useful
! as walkie-talkies for this sort of conflict
! (unless it were available in great numbers)
! This fact might be noted by Steel at some later point.
!small INCON. Earlier you say there were hoardings. Somehow (perhaps with
! retrowrite) make it clear that where Tyra ends up is not covered
! by hoardings
!

Her trot became an easy run. She split, one going north of the inner yard, the other south. Shreck and company followed, clumsy with shock. The dome of the inner keep was between her, a sweeping hulk of stone. Her radio thoughts faded into the stickety buzzing.
"Can't think," she mumbled to Amdi.
"Pull on the mouth straps. Make your thoughts louder."
Tyrathect pulled, and the buzzing faded. She regained her balance and raced around the starship. One of her was in a construction area now. Artisans looked up in shock. A loose member usually meant a fatal accident or a pack run amok. In either case the singleton must be restrained. But Tyrathect's member was wearing a greatcloak that sparkled here and there of gold. And behind her, Shreck and his guards were shouting for everyone to stand back.
She turned a head to Steel, and her voice was joy. "I soar!" She ran through the cowering workers, ran toward the south and the west walls. She was everywhere, spreading and spreading. These seconds would make memories that would outlast her soul, that would be legends in the minds of her descendants a thousand years from now.
Steel hunkered down. Things were totally out of his control now; Shreck's people were all on the far side of inner keep. All that he and Amdijefri could know came from Tyrathect -- and the clamor of alarums.
Amdi bounced around her. "Where are you now? Where?"
"Almost to the outer wall."
"Don't go beyond that," Steel said quietly.
Tyrathect scarcely heard. For a few more seconds she would drink this glorious power. She charged up the inside stairs. Guards scuttled back, some members jumping back into the yard. Shreck still followed, shouting for her safety.
One of her reached the parapet, then the other.
She gasped.
"Are you all right?" said Amdi. ^ V You may presage this too much QU

"I --" Tyrathect looked about her. From her places on the south wall she could see herselves back in the castle yard: a tiny clump of gold and black that was her three and Amdi. Beyond the northeast walls stretched forest and valleys, the trails up into the Icefang mountains. To the west was Hidden Island and the misty inner waters. These were things she had seen a thousand times as Flenser. How he had loved them, his domain. But now ... she was seeing as if in a dream. Her eyes were so far apart. Her pack was almost as wide as the castle itself. The parallax view made Hidden Island seem just a few paces away. Newcastle was like a model spread out around her. Almighty Pack of packs -- this was God's view.
Shreck's troopers were edging closer. He had sent a couple of packs back to get directions. "A couple of minutes. I'll come down in a couple of minutes." She spoke the words to the troopers on the palisade and to Steel back in the yard. Then she turned to survey her domain. !?V CHK 0.3mi June 15, 1991 Note that you say the
!V castle yard is still less
!V than 12 acres. This is nearly in conflict with what you say
!V in the paragraph and the prediction (by Tyrathect in c13) that
!V ultimately the fortress on Starship Hill may be as big as the
!V fortification on Hidden Island

She had only extended two of herself across less than a quarter of a mile. But there was no perceptible time lag; coordination had the same abrupt feel it did when she was all together. And there was plenty more pull in the braid-bone straps. What if all five of her spread out, moved miles apart? All of the northland would be her private room. !V June 4, 1991 Probably should replace "Tyra" diminutive
! with "Tyrathect"

And Flenser? Ah, Flenser. Where was he? The memories were still there, but.... Tyrathect remembered the loss of consciousness right when the radios began working. It took a special skill of coordination to think in the face of such terrible speed. Perhaps Lord Flenser had never walked between close cliffs when he was new. Tyrathect smiled. Perhaps only her mindset could hold when using the radios. In that case.... Tyrathect looked again across the landscape. Flenser had made a great empire. If these new developments were managed properly, then the coming victories could make it infinitely grander. !V CHKd sp Shreck verify elsewhere INCON

He turned to Shreck's troopers. "Very well, I'm ready to return to Lord Steel." !QU Is this transition to Flenser too abrupt? NO 21Jan91
!QU small problem in the last sentence, since there is two of him on the
! parapets
!CHK the term parapet
^ and review other terminology for use here