The Farris Channel (15 page)

“We don’t have any scouts out to the east. All our own are accounted for, unless Tanhara had sent someone on ahead of them, or after missing livestock?”

Rimon decided. “Outfit a rescue party, but arm them well.” He fended off suspicion he was zlinning the advance scouts of another failed Fort wandering in search of the mythical Fort Rimon. Or worse, the totality of the survivors. “I’ll check with Solamar and Benart to see if any Tanhara are missing. In any event, even if they are Raiders or town juncts, we have to help.”

“Six renSimes, ice climbing gear, food, bandages, dry socks. What else?”

“A channel. They’re likely in Need. If they’re injured, maybe a channel can heal them enough to get them down off that mountain. Send a sledge. Horses can wait at the foot of the trail. Get everyone back here before dark.”

“You’d hardly know it was daytime out here now. I’ll see if Val can spare someone who could work without a Companion, or should we take a Gen?”

Rimon pondered. “Volunteer Gen. Tell Val to consult Solamar if she requires a channel’s judgment.”

Jhiti took off around the catwalk calling to his guards, sending someone to break out a sledge. They hadn’t been used yet this year, so it would take some preparation.

Rimon made his way down the stairs. They had guide ropes rigged all the way to the bottom now. He only slipped twice. He collected Bruce, talked to Benart, found Solamar in the Collectorium taking donations from Gens. There were no Tanhara unaccounted for. Rimon sent a messenger to Jhiti then let Bruce order him to sleep.

He would have taken that opportunity to tell Bruce about his ghosts, but Bruce fell asleep, fully dressed, sprawled across Rimon’s bed. So he covered the Gen with two thick quilts and stretched out on the settee with a wool blanket and fell asleep zlinning his Companion. He didn’t have a single Need nightmare, and was too exhausted for any other kind.

Around noon, feeling much refreshed, he left Bruce snoring and went back to his office.

He didn’t know the Tanhara renSime he found sitting at his desk juggling assignments with Val’s efficiency. Bekka, a cobbler’s apprentice, and BanSha who couldn’t get enough of hanging around channels, were cleaning up the litter from a meal. Channels and Companions were streaming in and out checking Val’s assignment board and ironing out details with the man replacing Val.

On the board, he saw that Solamar was working Dispensary and Lexy was off shift. They would have to prepare some infirmary rooms for the rescue party. He studied the board and listened until he had a sense of what was going on then told Val’s stand-in, “I’ll work Collectorium for two hours, then check Sian and Tuzhel.”

The man looked up, blinked and recognized, “Rimon Farris? Ah....” He scrambled through the slates on his desk looking for a note.

A familiar voice roared, “He just said what?”

A smaller voice answered, “He just told the scheduler what he would do, never asked, just told.”

The room filled with Xanon’s thinly feigned astonishment. The channel plowed into Rimon’s already full office. “You should be ashamed,” he proclaimed.

Rimon turned from the scheduler. The room full of channels, Companions, children, and messengers froze into nageric ice.

“For knowing my job?” asked Rimon.

The man at Rimon’s desk thrust a slate at Rimon.

Xanon scolded, “For sending your own daughter into terrible danger for no good reason and without any authorization.”

“My daughter?”

The man at Rimon’s desk pushed the slate into Rimon’s hand. “Lexy went with the rescue party. Read it.”

Rimon suppressed his astonishment keeping the ambient level. He read the slate. It was a note from Lexy. “Dad. Sian’s almost fully recovered. Tuzhel’s spirits are high. All the other cases are under control, and I just did an hour in Collectorium. Besides, we don’t have another channel on duty who could do three transfers in rapid succession and heal frostbite and who knows what else at the same time without hours in recovery. So I’m going with Jhiti to fetch those renSimes. Val isn’t upset. Lexy.”

Without letting his alarm show, Rimon asked Val’s stand-in, “Did Garen go with her?”

“Yes. Jhiti wanted Garen and Lexy wouldn’t let him go alone.”

That makes sense!
thought Rimon as he breathed a gentle sigh of relief. To Xanon he said, “What danger? Garen’s with her, and he’s the best mountaineer we have, Sime or Gen.” Rimon couldn’t count the number of times Garen and Jhiti had saved Lexy’s adventurous butt when they were growing up.

Very coldly, Xanon enunciated, “A responsible leader does not send his best people out into a blizzard for no good reason! A responsible leader most certainly does not do such a thing without consulting those he’s responsible to. You had no right to make that decision alone.”

The sentiment in the room was equally divided. Those who agreed with Xanon were horrified at Rimon. Those who had confidence in Rimon’s judgment were equally horrified at Xanon.

Xanon whirled and directed his outrage at those who disagreed with him. Rimon worked to keep the ambient level. Half the channels in the room pitched in to help him. The other half were too upset to think of helping.

The Tanhara renSime behind Rimon’s desk stood and said, “Xanon, how can you possibly think Rimon would send any of us out in this blizzard for
no good reason?
Farrises really can zlin that accurately, and they don’t lie to us about what they zlin. Sian’s healed because of Rimon’s ability, and Tuzhel will disjunct. If Rimon says there are three renSimes stranded out there, then there are, so Jhiti and Lexy will bring them in.”

“And maybe they’re juncts!” retorted Xanon, aware he was losing his audience.

“So maybe they are!” said the renSime. “But that doesn’t mean they aren’t people!”

“That’s not the point,” grated Xanon. He turned to the room at large. “The point is who has the authority to risk our lives? If we are at risk, we should be represented in the decision. We can’t have just one person making all our decisions. Sending out a rescue party, attracting possibly hostile attention! That’s a Council decision.”

Val’s stand-in said, “By then the poor people would freeze to death. You want that on your conscience? I certainly don’t. When it comes to acting on what a Farris can zlin that nobody else can, the Farris must have full authority. Rimon wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize Fort Rimon! Everyone he sent was a volunteer, including Lexy.”

Someone near the door turned and left. Someone else followed. Next to Val’s schedule board, one of the Fort Veritt men said, “Xanon, give it up. The Farrises really can do things you can’t. Let them get on with their jobs, and me with mine!” He led an exodus.

More people arrived to check the board. Rimon turned to the renSime behind his desk. “Thank you for the eloquent defense! What is your name?”

“Dakin. I’ve always worked in scheduling for Tanhara, but I don’t know most of these people. If you have a minute, I could use some advice.”

“There are a people here that I don’t know either.”

They spent the next half hour sorting out Rimon, Unity and Veritt transfer schedules. Rimon was surprised how much he did know about the Unity and Veritt channels, and somewhat distressed by how his mind pigeon-holed all the people here by which Fort they had come from. When Val came on shift, everything was in order and she was delighted with her new assistant.

She glanced at the board and told Rimon, “Well, you’d better get to work if you’re going to get all that done before Lexy gets back with three more patients. Maybe tomorrow you can have your office back.”

“We’ll be ready,” promised Rimon. He just wasn’t sure he wanted his office back. The way Xanon was talking, every decision would be challenged until they got this new Fort Council elected.

He put in an afternoon’s work, in the Collectorium taking selyn donations from the Gens, in the Dispensary giving transfers to the renSimes. When Bruce turned up, the work went faster and easier. Rimon double checked the last of the patients and sent them home, though where they’d sleep nobody knew. After that he only had a few people coming in to have infections treated.

Rimon spent an hour with Sian. The weaver seemed to have recovered use of his left arm, and was only a little unsteady on his feet and effusively grateful.

Rimon sent Sian home to his family leaving Tuzhel the only resident at this end of the hall. Two partially disabled patients who couldn’t rejoin the labor crews were teaching the Raider proper Simelan vocabulary and showing him how a renSime could adjust to the normal Need cycle.

Outside, the storm abated and the cramped bustle of the overcrowded Fort picked up. Inside, the channels’ workload subsided to normal, and below normal. It was one of the few times in his memory when Fort Rimon had both enough selyn and enough channels to handle the work. It was disconcertingly abnormal.

At sundown, he left Bruce eating with his Gen friends and a group of Tanhara Gens and went to the east wall to zlin for Lexy. He climbed to the catwalk.

Oberin, Jhiti’s second in command of security, welcomed Rimon and pointed at Fremir peak. She said, “I can’t zlin that far, but we haven’t seen anything coming back over the snow all day. With all that white, they should be visible.”

A shaft of sunlight pierced the heavy black clouds casting a rosette path along the snow, but there was no sign of the rescue party. Rimon paced a ways apart and zlinned the distant pass.

He distinguished the horses, a renSime waiting with them, and beyond halfway up the mountainside, at a camping spot he knew well, Lexy and Garen were clear.

Around them the renSimes who had to be Jhiti’s guards were almost unzlinnable in contrast to Garen.

As he watched, a group of renSimes separated from Garen, moving down the trail so slowly they had to be carrying survivors.

Rimon told Oberin, “I think they’re just now starting back. It’ll be midnight or later by the time they get here. Keep your shift changes rapid as it gets colder, and now that the snow’s stopped, expect another Freebander Raid. You can tell Val I said to adjust the transfer schedules around your guard schedule. The Watch is going to be critical for a while yet. Keep a squad ready to go out and protect them as they come in, or just go help if necessary.”

“With enough people, I can do that. Only problem is, my guards have been assigned to digging. That will be starting again tonight. We have to clear this snow, build fires to soften the ground, and start on those post holes again. The Raiders won’t attack a group of just renSimes, so we only have to worry about Lexy and Garen.”

“I zlinned a lot of hatred in that band that attacked us. They weren’t just looking for Kills. They wanted to destroy us, maybe take this Fort as their winter quarters since they destroyed Shifron so thoroughly.” Arrows, particularly fire-arrows were not Raider weapons for good reason.

Oberin nodded. “That’s what Jhiti said, too.”

“The guards on duty have to be ready to fight efficiently at a moment’s notice. I treated more than fourteen cases of frostbite today. I don’t want to see any more. Send them in to change their socks and gloves as frequently as you can. Be sure they get some hot food between stints digging and sentry duty on the walls.”

“Fourteen cases? Jhiti will be livid.”

“Yes, he will.”

Oberin zlinned her guards, already thinking hard. “I’ll send a runner for you when they get close.”

Satisfied he’d gotten his message across, worried about Lexy and their late night return, Rimon went back inside to socialize with the new channels, surprised at how disappointed he was when Solamar wasn’t there. Even more grimly disappointing though was the way the dining hall was peopled by small groups separated by Fort of origin.

At last, he spotted a group of channels from Unity and Veritt huddled over hot trin tea and biscuits with a group born in Fort Rimon. They were near one of the blazing hearths that barely took the chill off the large room. That chill was emanating nagerically from the cold Gens.

That made Oberin’s problem with stoic guards clearer to Rimon. The chill felt by the Gens, even inside the thick log walls and with hearths blazing, prevented most renSime guards on the walls from distinguishing the sensation of their own distress from nageric echo in the Fort’s ambient.

He brought his trin tea to the channels’ table and tossed the topic of ignored frostbite out to the group. Then he watched as they spun plans for dealing with the more severe winter to come. He learned more about the new individuals in an hour than he had since they’d arrived.

By the time he left the dining hall he was filled with renewed optimism about their chances of surviving. They had a superlative channeling team here. All they had to do was pull the renSimes and Gens together and the Fort would hum. Planning to discuss that with Lexy the moment she got back, he pushed to get their office space reorganized.

About midnight, Bruce came into Rimon’s office where a crew was moving Val’s scheduling operation back to her room, which Rimon had cleared of injured Gens.

“Benart told me to tell you they might have the school operating at least part time using the dining hall. If we can get the children onto a normal schedule, everyone will be more productive. Oh, and Oberin wants you on the wall.”