uplift4.brightnessreef-第65部分
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dary for settler life on Jijo。
The towering bulk of Terminus Rock casts a long morning shadow； but Wuphon's Dream； our pride and joy； dangles just beyond； shimmering in a blaze of sunlight。 Instead of slithering up the ramp to the sealed cabin hatch； Ziz glides into a little cage mounted under the bulb window； in front of eighteen heavy ballast stones。 As it passes Tyug； Ziz and the full…size traeki exchange puffs of vapor in a language no other member of the Six is equipped to even try to understand。
The cage closes。 Urdonnol whistles a call； and gangs of hoon and qheuens set to work； first swinging the bathy gently away； then lowering it toward the sea； unreeling both the taut hawser and the double hose。 The drums turn to a slow steady beat； singing over and over…
rumble…dum…dumble…um…rumble…dum…dumble…um。。。
It draws us。 Hoon all over the mesa…even protestors…get caught up in the pulselike cadence of joyful labor。 A rhythm of teamwork； sweat； and a job under way。
Being the only noor present； Huphu seems to think it her duty to scamper like a wild thing； taking perches high on the derricks like they're ship masts； arching her back and stretching as if the umble is being sung just for her； a physical hand petting her back； stroking the bristles on her head。 Her eyes sparkle； watching our bathy dip lower and lower with Ziz visible as a single tentacle dangling from the wire cage。
It occurs to me that maybe Huphu thinks the little traeki is being used as bait at the end of a really big fishing line！ Maybe Huphu's curious what we're trying to catch。
That； in turn； brings to mind Pincer's wild tales of 〃monsters〃 in the deep。 Neither he nor Huck has mentioned a word about it since we arrived； each for his or her own reasons； I guess。 Or am I the only one who hasn't forgotten； amid all the recent excitement？
Wuphon's Dream descends below the cliff face； and we rush near the edge to keep her in sight。 Qheuens don't like heights and react by hunkering down； scraping their abdomens； clutching the ground。 That's where I go too； lying prone and screwing up my courage to slide forward。 Huck； on the other hand； just rolls up to the stony rim； teeters with her pusher legs jutting back for balance； then sticks two of her eyestalks over as far as they'll go。
What a girl。 So much for g'Keks being cautious； High…K beings。 Watching her； I realize I can't do any less； so I creep my head over the rim and force my eyelids apart。
Looking west； the ocean is a vast carpet stretching to a far horizon。 Pale colors dominate where the sea covers only a few cables' depth of continental shelf。 But a band of dark blue…gray tells of a canyon； stabbing our way from the giant planetary scar called the Midden。 That deep…deep gorge passes almost directly under our aerie； then drives on farther east； splitting the land like a crack in the clinker boards of a doomed ship。 The far shore is just a hundred or so arrowflights away； but rows of razor…sharp crags and near…bottomless ravines parallel the Rift； making it a daunting barrier for anyone wishing to defy the Law。
I'm no scientist； regrettably； I don't have the mind for it。 But even I can tell the jagged spires must be new； or else wind and surf and rain would've worn them down by now。 Like Mount Guenn； this is a place where Jijo is actively renewing itself。 （We felt two small quakes since setting up camp here。） No wonder some think Terminus Rock a sacred spot。
The surf is a crashing； spuming show elsewhere； but here the sea settles down mysteriously…glassy smooth。 A slight out…tow draws gently away from the cliff。 Ideal conditions for our experiment…if they're reliable。 No one ever thought to make soundings in the Rift before； since no dross ships ever e this way。
Wuphon's Dream drops lower； like a spiderfly trailing twin filaments behind her。 It gets hard to tell exactly how far she is from the surface。 Huck's eyestalks are spread as far apart as possible； trying to maximize depth perception。 She murmurs。
〃Okay； here we go； into the drink。。。 now！〃
I hold my breath； but nothing happens。 The big drums keep feeding out cable and hose。 The bathy gets smaller。
〃Now！〃 Huck repeats。
Another dura passes； and Wuphon's Dream is still dry。
〃Sure is a long way down…own…own；〃 Pincer stutters。
〃You can say that again；〃 adds Ur…ronn； stamping nervously。
〃But please don't；〃 Huck snaps； showing pique。 Then in GalSix…〃Reality merges with expectation when…〃
It serves her right…a splash cuts off whatever deep insight she was about to share。 The big drums' song slows and deepens as I stare across the vast； wet stillness where the Dream vanished。
roomble…doom…doomble…oom…roomble…doom…doom…ble。。。
It sounds like the world's biggest hoon。 One who never has to take a break or a breath。 Based on that umble； the big derrick would've won the title of Honorary Captain of the South if it came to a vote then and there。
Huphu is all the way out at the end of the deployer crane； back arched with pleasure。 Meanwhile； someone counts off。
〃One cable； forty。。。
〃One cable； sixty。。。
〃One cable； eighty。。。
〃Two cables！
〃Two cables； twenty。。。〃
The chant reminds me of Mark Twain's tales of river pilots on the romantic Mississippi； especially one scene with a big black man…human up at the bow of the Delta Princess； swinging a weight on a line； calling out shoals in a treacherous fog； saving the lives of everyone aboard。
I'm an ocean hoon。 My people sail ships； not sissy boats。 Still； those were among my father's favorite tales。 And Huck's too； back when she was a little orphan； toddling around on her pusher legs； four eyes staring in lost wonder as Dad recited tales set on a wolfling world that never knew the stifling wisdom of Galactic ways。 A world where ignorance wasn't exactly noble； but had one virtue…it gave you a chance to see and learn and do things no one else had ever seen or learned or done before。
Humans got to do that back on Earth。
And now we're doing it here！
Before I even know I'm doing it； I sit up on my double…fold haunches； rock my head back； and belt out an umble of joy。 A mighty； rolling hoot。 It resounds across the mesa； strokes the grumbling equipment； and floats over the serrated stones of the Great Rift。
For all I know； it's floating out there still。
Sunshine spills across calm waters at least twenty cables deep。 We imagine Wuphon's Dream； drifting ever downward； first through a cloud of bubbles； then a swollen wake of silence as the light from above grows dimmer and finally fails pletely。
〃Six cables； sixty。。。
〃Six cables； eighty。。。
〃Seven cables！〃
When we go down； this is where we'll turn on the eik lights and use the acid battery to send sparks up the hawser； telling those above that all is well。 But Ziz has no lights； or any way to signal。 The little stack is all alone down there…though I guess no traeki ever feels entirely lonely。 Not when its rings can argue endlessly among themselves。
〃Eight cables！〃
Someone brings a jar of wine for me and some warm simla blood for Ur…ronn。 Huck sips pungent galook…ade from a long curvy straw； while Pincer sprays his back with salt water。
〃Nine cables！〃
This experiment's only supposed to go to ten； so they begin gently increasing pressure on the brake。 Soon they'll reverse the drums to bring Wuphon's Dream back to the world of air and light。
Then it happens…a sudden twang； like a plucked violus string； loud as thunder。
The deployer chief cries…〃Release the brake！〃
An operator leaps for a lever。。。 too late as bucking convulsions hit the derrick； like backlash on a fishing pole when a big one gets away。 Only this recoil is massive； unstoppable。
We all gasp or vurt at the sight of Huphu； a small black figure clinging to the farthest spar as the crane whips back and forth。
One paw； then another； loses its grip。 She screams。
The tiny noor goes spinning across space； barely missing the hawser's cyclone whirl amid a frothing patch of sea。 Staring in helpless dismay； we see our mascot plunge into the abyss that already swallowed Ziz； Wuphon's Dream； and all t
