Gokna noticed, too. "Poor babies. They're the only ones she can scare. Watch! I'm gonna Give Ten to the Honored Pedure." She turned away from the window and ran to the side wall—and then up the rack of audio tapes. The girls were seven years old, much too big for acrobatics.Oops. The rack was freestanding. It swayed out from the wall, tapes and assorted junk sliding to the edge of each shelf. Gokna reached the top before anyone but Viki realized what was happening. And from there she leaped out, grabbing the top molding of the soundstage window. The rest of her body swung down against the glass with a solidsplat sound. For an instant, she was a perfect Ten splayed out across the window. On the far side of the glass, Pedure stared in stupefied shock. The two girls shrieked with laughter. It wasn't often you could give such a perfect Ten, flaring your underwear in the target's face.
"Quit it!"Didi's voice was a flat hiss. Her hands flickered across the controls. "This is the last time you little crappers get into my control room! Jirlib, get over there! Shut your sisters down or drag them out, but no more crapping nonsense."
"Yes, yes! I'm so sorry." Jirlib really did sound sorry. He rushed over and plucked Gokna from the glass wall. A second later Brent followed him, grabbing Victory.
Jirlib didn't seem angry, just upset. He held Gokna very close to his head. "You must be quiet. For once you must be serious." It occurred to Viki that maybe he was just upset because Didi was so angry with him. But it really didn't matter. All the laughter had leaked out of Gokna. She touched an eating hand to her brother's maw, and said softly, "Yes. I'll be good for the rest of the show. I promise."
Behind them, Viki could see Didi talking—probably to the phone in Digby's ear. Viki couldn't hear the words, but the guy was nodding agreement. He had eased Pedure back to her seat, and now segued into his introduction of Daddy. All the action on this side of the glass had accounted for virtually nothing out there. Someday she and Gokna were going to get themselves into real trouble, but it looked like that adventure was still somewhere in the future.
Xopi sat down amid general confusion. Usually the zipheads tried to keep these shows in approximate real time. Silipan claimed that was only partly his specification—the ziphead translators really liked to stay in synch with the word stream. In some sense, they really did like to act. Today they just weren't very successful at it.
Finally, Broute got himself together and gave a relatively smooth introduction to Sherkaner Underhill.
Sherkaner Underhill. Trixia Bonsol translated him. Who else could it have been? Trixia had been the first to crack the spoken language of the Spiders. Jau had told Ezr that in the early days of the live show, she had handled all the parts, children's voices, old people, phone-in questions. After other zipheads acquired fluency and there was a consensus of style, still Trixia had taken the hard parts.
Sherkaner Underhill: That might be the first Spider they ever had a name for. Underhill showed up in an incredible range of radio broadcasts. At first, it seemed that he had invented two-thirds of the industrial revolution. That misconception had faded: "Underhill" was a common name, and where this "Sherkaner Underhill" was referenced, it was always one of his students who actually did the work. So the guy must be a bureaucrat, the founder of the Princeton Institute, where most of his students seemed to be. But ever since the Spiders invented microwave relays, the snoopersats had been sucking on an increasing stream of easily decrypted national secrets. The "Sherkaner Underhill" ID showed up on almost twenty percent of all the high-security traffic that flowed across the Goknan Accord. Clearly, they were dealing with some kind of institutional name. Clearly... until they learned that "Sherkaner Underhill" had children, and they were on this radio show. Even though they hadn't figured it all out, there was some real political significance to "The Children's Hour." No doubt, Tomas Nau was watching this show over on Hammerfest.I wonder if Qiwiis with him.
Trixia spoke: "Thank you, Master Digby. I am very happy to be here this afternoon. It's time there be an open discussion of these issues. In fact, I hope that young people—both in-phase and out-of-phase—are listening. I know my children are."
The look Trixia sent Xopi's way was relaxed and confident. Yet there was a faint tremor in her voice. Ezr stared at her face. How old was Trixia now? The full ziphead Watch schedules were classified—probably because so many were being run at one hundred percent. It should take a lifetime to learn all Trixia had learned. At least after the early years, every Watch he stood, there she was. She looked ten years older than the Trixia before Focus. And when she played Underhill, she seemed even older.
