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barriers and security positions protecting the damaged organ, she began to appreciate the distinction Thyrol had made. He had taken her to the rocky basements of the Complex, and then to the impressive and unexpectedly grand Competition Amphitheater which utilized the natural stony bowl on the nether side of the Complex promontory. Some massive early earthfault and a lot of weathering had molded the mounts flank into a perfect semicircle. The Optherians had improved the amphitheater with tiered ranks of individual seating units, facing the shelf on which the organ console stood. This was accessible only from the one entrance through which Thyrol now guided Killashandra. With a sincere and suitable awe, Killashandra looked about her, annoyed that she was gratifying Thyrols desire to impress a Guildmember even as she was unable to suppress that wonder. She cleared her throat, and the sound, small though it was, echoed faithfully back at her. The acoustics are incredible, she murmured and, as Thyrol smiled tolerantly, heard her words whispered back. She rolled her eyes and looked about her for an exit from the phenomenal stage. Thyrol gestured to a portal carved in the solid rock on the far side of the organ console. From his belt pouch he extracted three small rods. With these and his thumb print, he opened the door, the sound reverberating across the empty space. Killashandra slipped in first. As familiar as she was with auditoria of all descriptions, something about this one unnerved her. Something about the seats reminded her of primitive diagnostic chairs which used physical restraints on their occupants, yet she knew that people would cross the Galaxy to attend the Festival. Lights had come up at their entry and illuminated a large, low-ceilinged chamber. Taking up the floor space in front of the innocuous interlinked cabinets that made up the electronic guts of the Optherian organ were the prominent sealed crates containing the white crystal. Overhead harnesses of color-coded cables formed a ceiling design before they disappeared through conduits to unknown destinations. Thyrol led the way to the large rectangle containing the shattered remains of the crystal manual. How, in the name of all thats holy, did he manage that? Killashandra demanded after surveying the damage. Some of the smaller crystals had been reduced to thin splinters. In idle wonder she picked up a handful of the shards, letting them trickle through her fingers, ignoring Thyrols cry of alarm as he about digital camera memory cards grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands back. The tiny cuts inflicted by the scalpel-sharp crystal briefly oozed droplets of blood then closed over while Thyrol watched in fascinated horror. As you can see, the merest caress of crystal. She twisted her hands free of Thyrols unexpectedly strong grasp. Now, and she spoke more briskly, looking down at the mess in the bottom of the cabinet, Ill need some tools, some stout fellows, and stouter baskets to remove the debris. An extractor? Thyrol suggested. There isnt an extractor built on Ballybran or anywhere else that wouldnt be sliced to ribbons by crystal shards in suction. No, this has to be cleaned in a time honored fashion by hand. But you Killashandra drew herself up. As a Guildmember, I am not averse to performing necessary manual tasks. She paused to let Thyrol appreciate the difference. She had done more than enough shard-scrapping on Ballybran to undertake it here on Optheria. It is only that security measures I would, of course, accept your assistance in the interests of security. Thyrol hastily adjourned to a communication console. What exactly do you require, Guildmember? She gauged the volume of broken crystal in the cabinet. Three strong men with impervometallic bins of approximately ten-kilo volume, triple-strength face masks, durogloves, fine-wire brushes, and the sort of small, disposable extractor used by archeologists. We have to be sure to glean every particle of crystal dust. Thyrols eyes bugged out a bit over the more bizarre items, but he repeated her requirements, and then turned up very stiff indeed when he was subjected to questions by the staff. Of course, they have to be cleared by Security, but they are to be here immediately, properly geared to assist the Guildmember! He broke off the connection and, his face blotched with displeasure, turned to Killashandra. With so much at stake, Guildmember, you can appreciate our wish to protect you and the organ from further depredations. If something should happen to the replacement crystal Killashandra shrugged. From what she had seen of Optherians, once bitten, twice shy described their philosophy. She ran her hand across the instrument nearest her, glancing around at the rest of the anonymous equipment. This is a