A Deepness in the Sky

One by one, the issues were resolved. They had gone from genocide to commerce in less than one million seconds. From L1, Pham Nuwen's voice was filled with pleasure at the progress. "These guys negotiate like Traders, not governments."

"We're giving up plenty, Pham. Since when have Customers had a site presence like we'll be giving the Spiders?"

The usual long pause. But Pham's tone was still bright: "Even that may work out, son. I'll wager some of these Spiders may eventually want to be partners." Qeng Ho.

"...One other thing," Pham continued. "Get through the POW negotiations"—the single remaining agenda item—"and we'll be able to take Trixia off the case. Lighthill got that as a promise from the Underville faction."

The last day of negotiation started like the others. Zinmin and Ezr were guided down a—"spiral staircase" was what Zinmin called it. In human terms, it was a vertical shaft cut straight downward through the rock. An endless draft of warm air swept up past them. The shaft was almost two meters across, the walls set with five-centimeter ledges. Their guards had no trouble; they could reach from one side of the shaft to the other, supporting themselves on all sides. As they descended, the Spiders slowly turned round and round with the spiral. Every ten meters or so, there was an offset, a "landing" for them to catch their breath. Ezr was both grateful for and uneasy about the harness/leash outfit the guards insisted he wear.

"These stairs are really just to intimidate us, aren't they, Zinmin?" He'd asked the question on earlier climbs, but Zinmin Broute had not deigned to answer.

The Focused translator was even more unsteady than Ezr on the narrow ledges, especially since he tried to imitate the splayed stance that made sense only for Spiders. Today he responded to the question. "Yes....No. This is the main staircase down to the Royal Deepness. Very old. Traditional. An honor—" He slipped, swung out over the chasm, for a moment suspended by his rope and harness from the guard above them. Ezr hugged the damp wall, was almost knocked loose himself as Broute regained his footing.

They reached the final landing. The ceiling was low even by Spider standards, just over a meter high. Surrounded by their guards, they stooped and hobbled toward wide, wide doors. Beyond, the lighting was faint and blue. The Spiders could see across such a wide range. You'd think their preferred lighting would be sun-spectrum broad. But as often as not they went in for faint glimmers—or lights beyond where a human could see.

There was a familiar hiss from the dimness ahead of them.

"Come in. Sit down," Zinmin Broute said, but the thought was from the Spider within the room. Ezr and Zinmin crossed the stone flags to their "perches." He could see the other now, a large female on a slightly higher perch. Her smell was strong in the closed air. "General Underville," Ezr said politely.

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The POW issue should have been simple compared with the problems already solved. But he noticed that this time they were alone with Underville. There were no comm links to the outside here; at least none were offered. They were alone, almost in the dark, and Zinmin Broute's phrasing drifted into threatening turns of phrase. Frightening...yet somewhere out of the depths of Ezr Vinh's Trader childhood, insights drifted up. This was deliberately intimidating. Underville had promised Lighthill that the translators would be freeafter the POW negotiations were complete. She had been beaten down on so many things; this was her last stab at saving face.

He opened his pack and put on a pair of huds. According to the Spiders, all the humans aboard theHand had survived its forced landing. The starship's wreckage was strewn across twenty thousand meters of ocean ice, the occupied crew decks virtually the only intact pieces of the vehicle. That anyone had survived was a miracle of Pham's advice to the ziphead pilots. Once on the ground, however, there had been numerous fatalities. Against all sanity, Brughel and his goons started a firefight with the arriving Spider troops. The goons had all died. With the agility of a true Podmaster, Brughel had abandoned them at the last moment, and attempted to hide among the surviving crew. The Spiders claimed there had been no fatalities after that initial shootout.

"The zipheads you can have back," said Underville via Zinmin. "We know that they are not responsible, and some of them made our victory possible." Zinmin's tone was irritable. "The rest are criminals. They killed hundreds. They attempted to kill millions."

"No, only a small minority were in on that. The rest resisted—or were simply lied to about the operation."