Crystal Singer #01 - Crystal Singer by Anne McCaffrey

Author:Anne McCaffrey [McCaffrey, Anne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy, Adventure, Science Fiction, Fiction, General, Fantasy Fiction, Space Opera, Science Fiction; American, Crystals, Planets, Ree; Killashandra (Fictitious Character)
ISBN: 9780345327864
Publisher: Ballantine Books
Published: 1976-01-02T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 7

Killashandra leaned back from the terminal in her room, noted that the time display marked an early-morning hour. She was tired, her eyes hot with fatigue, and she was ravenous. But she had every bit of data she could extract from the Guild’s banks that might be useful in narrowing her search for Keborgen’s black-crystal claim. She keyed the program into the privacy of her personal record, then stood and walked stiffly, arching against the ache in her back, to the catering unit where she dialed for a hot soup. Though she had stored the data, she couldn’t stop thinking about her plan. And all the obstacles to its implementation.

Keborgen was dead. His claims, wherever they had been, were now open according to the vast paragraphs on “Claims, the making and marking thereof, penalties for misappropriation, fines and restrictions,” and all subparagraphs. However, the claim first had to be found. As Enthor had said, that was the first problem. Killashandra might have theories about its location, but she had neither sled to get there and look nor cutter to take crystal from the “open” face. Her research revealed that Keborgen had worked the claim for at least four decades and analysis proved that twelve black-crystal cuttings had come from the same face, the next to last one some nine years previously. The second problem, as Enthor had so pithily stated, was remembering.

To relieve the tedium of drill, Killashandra had asked Concera how Singers found their way back to claims after an absence, especially if memory was so unreliable.

“Oh,” Concera had replied airily, “I always remember to tell my sled what landmarks to look for. Sleds have voice print recorders so they’re dead safe.” She hesitated, looking in an unfocused way that was habitual with her. “Of course, storms do sometimes alter landmarks, so it’s wiser to record contour levels and valleys or gorges, things that aren’t as apt to be rearranged by a bad blow. Then, too,” she continued in a brighter voice, “when you’ve cut at a particular face a few times, it resonates. So if you can recall even the general direction and get there, finding the exact spot is much easier.”

“It isn’t so much singing crystal then, as being sung to by crystal,” Killashandra had noted.

“Oh, yes, very well put,” Concera said with the false cheerfulness of someone who hadn’t understood.

Killashandra finished the soup and wearily shuffled to the bedroom, shedding her coverall. She wasn’t unsatisfied with the information she’d accumulated. She could narrow the search to older claim markings in the geographical area dictated by the top speed of Keborgen’s elderly sled, the time the storm warning was issued, and the registered storm wind speed.

She fretted about one point. Keborgen’s sled recorder. She had seen the sled being dismantled, but would the Guild technicians have rescued the record for the data that might be retrieved? She wasn’t certain if anyone had ever broken a voice code. It hadn’t been so much as whispered that it was possible.

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