Arakasi considered. 'Probably not, though with the young warriors as nervous to be moving to a new hive as they are, I can't say for certain. Still, I've never heard of the cho-ja harming a guest. For the moment I expect we are safe.'
Mara spoke from inside the litter. 'I don't care about the risk, Keyoke. If we don't gain an alliance with the new queen . . .'
Keyoke glanced at his mistress. Like Nacoya, he knew Mara plotted and planned and took counsel from no one. But unlike the nurse, he simply accepted the fact. The Force Commander nodded his plumed head and resumed the approach to the hive. When the soldiers reached the entrance, an honour guard stepped from the arched entrance to meet them, a pair of cho-ja warriors wearing plumed and crested helms styled after those of Tsurani officers. Although no order was spoken, instantly the stream of cho-ja bearing burdens and messages rerouted their comings and goings through smaller openings on either side of the main entrance. The Acoma retinue halted before the honour guard. As the dust swirled and settled, the cho-ja in the lead bowed from the joint of his two thoraxes. 'I am Lax'l, Force Commander of hive Kait'lk.'
Keyoke bowed also. 'I am Keyoke, Force Commander of the Acoma. Honours to your hive.'
'Honours to your house, Keyoke of the Acoma.'
Keyoke motioned towards the litter. 'Within rests Mara, Ruling Lady of the Acoma.'
At once attentive, Lax'l said, 'One of our warriors announced a human queen has come to call. Is she the one?'
Before Keyoke could answer, Arakasi said, 'She is young but will be mother to Acoma Lords.'
All the cho-ja in the honour guard made a sudden keening cry. All activity around the entrance halted. For a moment no one moved, human or cho-ja. Then the cho-ja Force Commander bowed low, like a needra kneeling; moments later, all the other cho-ja in sight, even the ones bearing burdens, did likewise. Over the shuffling sound as they rose and continued with their errands, Lax'l said, 'We welcome the human queen to hive Kait'lk. Our Queen shall be informed of your arrival without delay. We would also tell her the reason for your coming, if you will permit.'
'I permit,' said Mara promptly. Since delay seemed inevitable she allowed the bearers to lower her litter to the ground, though she remained hidden behind the gauze curtains. 'Inform your queen that we come requesting the honour of bargaining for the new queen's hive to be built upon Acoma land.'
At this the cho-ja cocked his head; one forelimb lifted in astonishment. 'News travels swiftly through the Empire. The young Queen is barely more than a hatch-ling, not ready as yet to venture above ground.'
Mara bit her lip; time now was critical, with the wedding date set and her estate left vulnerable by her absence. Nacoya and Jican were competent, but they could not prevent the inevitable reports by enemy spies that she was off on a secret errand. Each day she was absent increased the risk of attack against a garrison still dangerously undermanned. Prompted by impulse and a driving, intuitive ambition, Mara whipped aside the curtains. 'Force Commander of the cho-ja,' she said, before Arakasi or Keyoke could counsel otherwise. 'If the new queen cannot meet with me outside, I will come to her, should your ruler permit.'
Arakasi stiffened, startled, and Keyoke froze with his hand half-raised to rub his chin. The request was presumptuous; neither man guessed how the cho-ja might react. For a moment each warrior held his breath, while the cho-ja stood trembling in the same manner as the young warrior who had been poised to attack them only a short while before.
But Lax'l proved uncertain rather than angry. 'Lady Queen, no human has asked such a thing in our memory. Wait here, and I shall enquire.' He whirled and scuttled into the hive.
Slowly Keyoke lowered his arm. 'That was a dangerous move, mistress. If the queen should receive your request with displeasure, your warriors are outnumbered two hundred to one.'
'And yet the cho-ja officer did not act affronted,' Arakasi pointed out, 'merely astonished.' He shook his head with what might have been admiration.
Nevertheless, Keyoke kept his soldiers on guard. With weapons near to hand, all waited for the cho-ja commander's return.
Lax'l scuttled abruptly from the dark beyond the entrance. He bowed low, the polished dome of his head segment almost brushing the dust. 'Our queen is honoured that you are willing to visit the heart of the hive to see her daughter. She will allow you to enter with one officer, five soldiers, and as many workers as you need. Lady of the Acoma, come at once, for my Queen waits to greet you within the great chamber.'
Mara signalled through the hangings and a somewhat bemused Keyoke chose Arakasi and four others to follow Lax'l. Then the Force Commander ordered the remaining guards to take their ease while their mistress was absent. In short order, Mara, her picked attendants, and her guards entered the hillside, immediately engulfed by the gloom of the tunnel.
Mara's first impression was of moist, earth odours, and of another scent intermingled, a nutty, spicy smell that could only be the cho-ja. The large arch they passed under was faced with carvings of surpassing delicacy, decorated with precious inlays of metal and gems. Mara imagined Jican's exclamations of delight should the Acoma estate gain craftsmen capable of such work. Then the shadows deepened as the tunnel sloped downwards, out of the direct light of the entrance. Behind gauzy curtains, Mara was virtually blind until her eyes adjusted to the darkness. The cho-ja Force Commander scuttled ahead with the quickness characteristic of his race. The humans walked briskly to keep up, the panting of the slaves strangely amplified as they bore the litter down a maze-like array of ramps. The tunnels had been hewed out of the ground, then braced with some strange compound that set into the hardness of stone. Sounds echoed easily off this substance, lending an eerie quality to the creak of armour and weaponry. Deeper the party marched, through curves that undulated apparently without pattern. Odd globes of light had been placed at junctions, causing intersections to be islands of illumination between long stretches of gloom. Mara studied the globes, amazed to find they contained neither oil nor flame. She wondered how such a glow might be fashioned, even as her litter was jostled by a constant press of cho-ja intent upon hive business. Most turned to regard the humans a moment before continuing on.
As the third intersection disappeared behind, Mara pondered the different cho-ja in her view. Warriors seemed uniformly powerful, with huge lower thorax, broad shoulders on the upper body, and a height half again as tall as the tallest Tsurani. The workers were noticeably shorter and stockier, more placid in their demeanour. But she had seen others, more agile than the workers, yet less formidable than the warriors. When she asked Arakasi about these, he answered, 'Artisans, mistress.'
The way steepened as they descended into the hive. Intersections became more frequent and the cho-ja scent thickened in the air. In time the passage widened, opening out into a large cavern hung with many light globes. Mara pushed the curtains of her litter wide and stared in surprise and wonder. Clinging to the ceiling of each tunnel into the chamber were small cho-ja, about the size of a human child of five. Transparent wings upon their backs beat furiously, the movement a blur in the dim light. Each creature seemed to rest for a minute or two, then resume the beating for an equal amount of time. The constant changing caused the air to hum with almost musical shifts in rhythm. Arakasi noticed Mara's amazement and explained. 'These must be worker females.'
'I thought you said you knew only of the males,' commented Mara.
'I've never seen these before,' he acknowledged. 'But only the females have wings.'
Lax'l revealed unexpectedly keen hearing as he glanced back at Mara and her escort. 'Your adviser is correct, Lady Queen. These you see above are sterile females; they are nearly mindless and live only to move through the air through the deep tunnels and chambers. It would grow difficult to breathe down here if not for their labour.' He guided the Acoma party swiftly across the cavern, turned a bend, and entered a low passage, which quickly became a ramp heading downward. The slaves carrying Mara's litter struggled for breath. Mara considered call
ing an early shift change; but the tunnel suddenly opened out into what could only be the Queen's chamber.
The cho-ja Queen was immense, at least thirty feet long from her head to the end of her second thorax. Dark, almost polished black, she lay upon a raised mound of earth, and from the withered appearance of her legs Mara realized she never moved from that location. Fine hangings draped portions of her anatomy, and between them her workers darted, preening her enormous body, attending diligently to her every comfort and need. High above her, and mounted back upon her thorax, a stocky male perched, his soldier-like body surmounted by the small head of a worker. He rocked over the Queen with a rhythmic motion. Arakasi inclined his head and said, 'A breeding male, my Lady. One is always with the Queen.' A dozen cho-ja males were arrayed before her, some with crested helms and others without visible ornament; all awaited the arrival of the Acoma party in polite silence. On either side of the chamber, smaller versions of the Queen lay upon their stomachs, and attendants bustled about each of them. Arakasi pointed these out to Mara and murmured, 'Rirari, I expect, the lesser queens who lay the eggs.'
Lax'l indicated that they should wait, then scuttled forward with a loud series of clicks. A hush fell over the chamber, though the workers still attended to their tasks. The bearers placed Mara's litter upon the earth, and with Keyoke's assistance she stepped forth. No longer hidden by gauze hangings, she felt small, almost lost, in a chamber at least four times the size of the grand hall of the Anasati; up close, the size of the Queen was overpowering. Maintaining her poise with an effort of will, Mara stood while a slave from her retinue slipped a jewelled overrobe over her shoulders. She strove not to quail as the alien Queen stared intently at her. The dark, faceted eyes reflected no expression. Mara endured with an outward show of calm, though her knees began to tremble as her attendant stepped back. Then the cho-ja Queen spoke in a voice surprisingly slight and delicate to be issuing from so enormous a form. 'You are the human Queen?'
Mara bowed slightly, the jewels on her sleeves flashing in the dim light. 'I am Mara, Ruling Lady of the Acoma. We have no queens as you do, but I rule my house in the same manner as you would your hive.'
The Queen made a sound. Her chitin features remained immobile, but her manner suggested amusement, and her outburst seemed akin to human laughter.
'I didn't expect your kind to breed like us, Mara of the Acoma. I have been told of your odd matings. I am very old. But among humans I have heard only of Ruling Lords. How is it that you hold command, and the men who accompany you do not?'
Mara explained that only when no male heirs remained within a noble family did a female come to power. The Queen listened, and when Mara finished, said, 'You humans are so alien. We often wonder what makes you strive so. But I distract myself. The new Queen, my daughter, is anxious to meet a human queen, particularly one who ventures below ground in deference to the customs of our kind.'
Now the old Queen sang out in a loud, piping whistle, and a pair of cho-ja workers came forward. Between them they ushered a cho-ja smaller than any the human party had encountered so far. Mara looked a long moment before she understood. 'This is the new Queen?'
'Such was I once, long ago. She will grow and within a matter of weeks she will be big enough to rule; a few months after, she will start reproduction.'
The young Queen regarded Mara, circling her to get a better look. She seemed to move with a grace not seen in any cho-ja before, her steps fluid, even lithe; she showed none of the rapid movement Mara had observed in the workers and soldiers. But even as she spoke in the clicking tongue of her kind, her bright, faceted eyes never left Mara. The cho-ja matriarch said, 'Our young are born knowing our language, as they are taught while they grow within the egg sac. Your tongue they must learn after they hatch. My daughter will be unable to speak with you for some time yet to come.'
The young Queen's scrutiny made Mara's skin prickle self-consciously; yet she held still and waited. Presently the young Queen finished her inspection and fell silent. The old Queen answered rapidly and then translated in Tsurani. 'She said you are all alien-looking - frightening.' To Mara she added, 'Though you are less frightening that the males.'
Mara bowed slightly to the new Queen. 'Please tell her I think she is lovely.' The remark was not empty flattery; although the young Queen would someday grow to be the monstrous equal of her mother, at present she was delicately formed and pleasing to observe. Unlike the blue-tinged males, she was a deep maroon in colour and possessed a quality that Mara could only call feminine.
The old Queen interpreted and the new Queen trilled, seemingly in pleasure. Mara went on, 'We come seeking a treaty. We would welcome this new Queen and her followers to build a hive on our land. We would like to begin negotiations as soon as possible.'
The old Queen answered, 'I do not understand. The negotiations have begun.'
Mara felt a stab of concern. The finality of the event came too suddenly for her to cope, for she had banked upon the counsel of Arakasi. She strove politely to buy time. 'I am weary from days of travel. Might I have leave to rest a day before we speak of these matters?'
The old Queen repeated the request and followed with the young Queen's answer. 'My daughter Queen says she will hear what you bid, now.'
Mara looked at Arakasi, who whispered, 'If you leave, you may offend her and lose any chance to speak to her again.'
Suddenly Mara felt worn. The excitement of reaching the hive had buoyed her for the last hour, but now she felt ready to collapse. The stress of dealing with the young Queen combined with the killing pace of the last week made her mind seem fog-clouded. Still, there seemed no choice but to go on. Mara signalled for a cushion from her litter to be placed upon the floor. She seated herself as formally as she could manage and opened negotiations. 'What would your daughter wish to come live upon Acoma lands?'
The young Queen crouched cho-ja fashion, by lowering her four legs in a squat while maintaining an erect upper torso, arms crossed in very human fashion. She fixed large eyes upon Mara and spoke. The old Queen translated. 'My daughter wishes to know if the earth of your estates is wet or dry.'
Mara answered without hesitation. 'Both. The Acoma lands are wide and rich, from water-flooded thyza paddies to high forests. We have meadowlands which rise up into hills not unlike those that surround this hive.'
The young Queen listened to her mother's interpretation, then responded. 'My daughter Queen would settle her following near clean water, but not where the ground is too wet. She asks also that the place be away from the forest, as the old root systems make digging the upper tunnels difficult. The first chamber must be dug quickly, for she would not risk staying above ground any longer than necessary.'
Mara conferred with Keyoke. 'We could give her the lower needra meadow to the west of the river. Slaves can then clear new land for the herd to the east.' When the Force Commander nodded agreement, Mara said, 'Tell your daughter that we offer a low hill of land, surrounded by open meadow, within a short march to fresh, clear water. But the land is located above the higher of the two banks of the river and stays dry, even during the heavy rains.'
The old Queen and the young engaged in discussion. The cho-ja language of clicks and whistles seemed more efficient than human words; or else the aliens exchanged information in ways that supplemented language. Mara waited, inwardly nervous.
Suddenly a strident whistle echoed through the hive's great chamber. Mara's retinue stiffened in alarm, and the old Queen's conversation with her daughter ceased abruptly. Fearful the disturbance might herald alarm, Keyoke gripped his sword hilt.
But Arakasi seized the Force Commander's upper arm and whispered urgently, 'Pull steel this close to two queens and we all die instantly.' The older Queen showed no sign of alarm, but the males near her had all risen to a half crouch, a battle posture that readied them to explode into a charge. Half-raised forearms quivered slightly as razor-sharp chitin ridges were angled towards Keyoke. The old Force Commander had seen cho-j
a at war; these were a hairsbreadth away from attack. He released his sword and at once the warriors before the old Queen subsided into their squatting position. The old Queen made no comment. Arakasi released a pent-up breath and offered slight reassurance. 'Should danger arise, those warriors will protect us as well as their Queen.' Keyoke nodded at the logic of this, but he still stepped closer to his Lady.
On the dais, the old Queen clicked and twitched a forelimb; and in response to her command, Lax'l rose from his place at her feet and scuttled off.
Watching him, Mara wondered whether she could ever adjust to the speed at which the cho-ja moved at need. As messengers, they would be unparalleled, and that prompted remembrance of a childhood rhyme recited by Nacoya that ended '. . . the cho-ja are the first with news and early-season fruit.' Phrased as nonsense, and treated by humans as entertainment for youngsters, Mara pondered now whether the jingle held some element of truth.
Lax'l returned before she could pursue the idea with inquiry. He exchanged rapid whistles and clicks with his matriarch; and the old Queen's next words banished all musings upon nursery tales from Mara's thoughts.
'Lady Queen of the Acoma,' the ruling cho-ja said, 'word arrives that a Lord of your kind has travelled to the hive to bargain against you for the new Queen's favour.'
6
Ceremony
Mara stiffened.
Dismay, disappointment, and anger welled up within her all at once; then fear prevailed over all else. Somehow, someone had relayed word of the cho-ja Queen's hatching.
If the news had spread indiscriminately across the countryside, more than one family might be travelling to the hive in the hill. The one waiting above would be only the first of many. Yet this boded ill even if the news had not been widely dispersed, for then the Lord of the Inrodaka might have invited some special friend to be first to seek the new Queen's hive. He would most certainly not be pleased to discover trespassers upon his land to steal a march upon his ally. With or without the young Queen's approval, Mara now faced returning across the lands of a hostile Lord aware of her presence. Even more frightening, some agent of the Minwanabi might have learned of Mara's errand and sent an informant back to his master. Perhaps Jingu himself waited above to communicate with the young Queen.
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