Part 17 (1/2)

'Oh?'

'If we could discover where Tiaan came by her special crystal there might be others there like it.'

'I doubt that.'

'Or at least another vein we can use.'

'Does anyone know where she found it?'

'Only she, and old Joeyn, but he died in a roof fall before she fled.'

'So presumably he had only just discovered the crystal.'

'Possibly.'

'Where was his body found?'

'On the sixth level.' Irisis gripped the sides of her stool.

'What's the matter?' said Flydd.

'I was thinking about being trapped down there.'

'You're not afraid of the underground, surely?'

'No,' she said softly.

'Well, get miners in and find the place.'

'The roof collapsed. Joeyn's body is still there. Two miners died trying to bring it out.'

'Did anyone survive the collapse?'

'I believe so.'

'Find them; locate the spot as precisely as you can and drive another tunnel into it.'

'That level is forbidden, surr,' said Irisis.

'Do you think I don't know that? I take full responsibility. Get it done!'

Mining was slow work and all the pep talks and offers of double pay could not measurably speed it up, especially on the unstable sixth level. Moreover, skilled miners were in short supply and even in this desperate situation the scrutator did not want to risk them in unnecessary haste. He had set two teams of miners to the problem, tunnelling in from either side, offering a quile of silver to the team that got there first, but nearly a fortnight had gone by before the slow creep of the tunnel face brought the first team around the collapsed area towards the vein of crystal on the other side.

'We've just about done it, surr,' said Peate, the senior miner on the team. 'Next s.h.i.+ft, according to my survey, we should break though. And win the prize.'

'Glad I am to hear it,' said the scrutator. 'The Council has not been pleased so far. I hope this will restore their faith in me. And And in this manufactory ...' in this manufactory ...'

Irisis s.h.i.+vered, as did everyone. Bad enough that they had a scrutator breathing down their necks every day. Far worse to know that, even if he was happy with their efforts, his superiors were not.

She went back with Peate, for it had been a week since Irisis had had the time to go down the mine. She had no fear of confined s.p.a.ces. It was the thought of being trapped down there and slowly starving to death that terrified her.

'Here we are,' said Peate, squeezing under a hard layer glistening with golden mica. Two miners, naked to the waist, were using hammer and chisel to break the rock while another shovelled it into a hand cart.

'The rock's different here, is it not?' Higher up in the mine it was pink granite, all sheared and vein-impregnated, but here the granite was blue-grey and the veins were the width of tree trunks.

'It's different everywhere everywhere.' Peate levered a shattered piece of rock out of the face with his pick. Seeping water had stained the granite in brain patterns.

'How far, do you think?'

'Two spans; at most, three.'

'And you can dig that far in a day?'

'We can do two spans in this kind of rock, since we're digging on such a narrow face. Probably not three. Definitely not if we have to prop up the roof, though I don't think we will.' He turned away.

Irisis watched them for some time; but as she was about to leave, a m.u.f.fled crack sounded off to the side, where no one was working. 'What was that?' she yelled. 'Is it the roof?'

'It's the team working on the other side,' said Peate. 'Won't do 'em any good, poor sods.' He laughed, a strangled gasp. 'They'll never catch us. The silver is as good as ours.'

'Would we hear them through all this rock?'

'Sound travels strangely through stone. Sometimes miners can be working five spans away and you won't know they're there, while in another place you'll hear them from half a league. Who can fathom it? I'm going home. Come back tomorrow afternoon if you want to see the breakthrough.'

Irisis returned at midday to find the team hammering and shovelling like fury, stripped down to loincloths and covered in sweat. 'I've never seen anyone work so hard,' she marvelled.

The scrutator, perched on a rock like an emaciated vulture, snorted. 'The other team kept going all night. When Peate's mob got in this morning, their opposition had only a span and a half to go. Peate hasn't taken a break in five hours.'

'He'll kill himself,' said Irisis. The miners were staggering about like zombies.

'No one ever worked themselves to death!' Flydd said carelessly.

'Won't be long now,' she said a while later, then realised that she was talking to herself. The scrutator had gone to check on the progress of the second team. She followed the tunnel around the other side. Here the roof rock, which was greatly sheared, was held up with a forest of props and beams. She edged between them, afraid that if she b.u.mped one the whole roof would come down. Four miners crouched, their faces yellow in the lamplight.

'We're through,' grinned Dandri, the leader of the team. She poked her stubby finger into a cup-sized hole. 'Careful now. And remember, no yelling and cheering when we're in the cavity. We'll just sit there, drinking our tea and waiting for them to break through. That'll teach the b.u.g.g.e.rs to gloat.'

'I would give you the same advice,' said the scrutator.

'But we've we've done it.' done it.'

Flydd and Irisis stood back while they dug out a hole large enough to step through. Frantic hammering echoed from the other side. Someone laughed.

'Going to tear down the old hut and build a new one with my share,' said a panting miner.

'This way, if you please, surr,' said Dandri.

Flydd took the offered lantern and eased sideways into the cavity, which ran vertically here and was as wide as his shoulders. Holding the lantern out, he turned around, then his lipless mouth curved down at the corners.

'What's the matter, surr?' cried Irisis.

'No crystal,' he said in a dead voice.