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A Guide for the Modern DBA
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Pro SQL Server 2019
Administration
A Guide for the Modern DBA
Second Edition
Peter A. Carter
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Pro SQL Server 2019 Administration: A Guide for the Modern DBA
Peter A. Carter
SOUTHAMPTON, UK
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Once or twice during the night Terence awoke and sat up, listening to the
extraordinary clamour of wind and rain, in which, it seemed to him, a
multitude of tongues spoke softly, and the faint pad-pad of naked feet made
itself manifest. But the noise of the elements confused him, and it was not
until breakfast-time next morning that he mentioned his fancies to George,
who looked uncommonly grave as he listened.
'Let us go and find out if anything did happen,' he suggested as they rose
from their meal; for he was oppressed by an uncomfortable feeling that
trouble was in store for them. His presentiment presently grew stronger, for,
as they walked towards the marae, or open courtyard of the pah, the unusual
quiet of the long lanes surprised them, for the inhabitants were early astir as
a rule.
The court itself was deserted, save for two old men, who sat upon a seat
opposite to the open gates. George looked down upon the plain, where a
company of women and children could be seen returning from the bush
across the river. In anxious haste he turned to one of the old men.
The old Maori shook his head and showed his toothless gums. 'Nay; he is
not here, Hortoni. He is gone to fight the Pakeha.'
The old fellow blinked drowsily in the warm sun. 'Nay; Te Karearea is
gone to drive the Pakeha into Moana. Who knows when he will return? Let
me slumber, Hortoni.'
'Oh, we will keep our word, if only to shame him, if that were possible.
But let the subtle Hawk look out for himself when we do take back our
parole.'
'And may I be there to see,' finished Terence, taking his friend's arm. 'Let
us go to meet those people and learn the news.'
CHAPTER XVIII
PAEROA AT LAST
As the comrades encountered the returning warriors, who had been left as
a garrison, their leader, a young chief named Rolling Thunder, called out:
'Salutations, Hortoni! The Pakeha Eagle takes an early flight; but he is too
late to catch the Hawk, who has gone to flesh his beak and talons.'
'He will meet with a few more eagles who will make small account of his
beak and talons,' answered George grimly. 'When does he wing his way back
to his eyrie? I mean, if he ever gets the chance.'
'Not until he has scattered the fragments of the last Pakeha to the four
winds,' replied Rolling Thunder proudly, and marched off in high dudgeon at
their shouts of derisive laughter.
Just then Terence caught sight of a solitary figure disappearing into the
bush. He recognised the man as a tutua, or common fellow, named Sounding
Sea, one of the meanest and least considered Maoris in the pah, whose sly
face, destitute of scars, showed him either a coward, or singularly to have
lacked opportunity to gain the right to heraldic distinctions. Just then,
however, there was nothing out of the way in the fellow's behaviour, so
Terence thought no more about him.
'It is still very early, and I vote for exploration,' he said to George. Then
he drummed idly on the rail of the bridge, gazed down into the rushing
stream and sighed. Presently he looked up at his friend and smiled rather
wistfully. 'I was thinking. Bad habit; isn't it, old fellow? Come; make up
your mind what to do.'
'Exploration be it,' agreed George. 'Let us look for the hole into which
you so gallantly dived. Like Quintus Curtius, it may yet prove that you took
that plunge for the good of your country.'
They easily found the hill upon which the Hau-hau rites had been
celebrated, but though they over and over again made it their base of
operations, failure met them at each attempt to discover the entrance to the
underground world.
'We shall never find it,' said George; 'for even in this short time the
undergrowth has covered the mouth of the hole. We must try from the other
end; but if we lose ourselves——'
'Your petty larceny is condoned by the court,' laughed George. 'I wish you
could put your foot upon a couple of good revolvers.'
George looked and laughed again. Apparently there were half a dozen
Maoris, squatting upon the ground at irregular intervals, their long spears
held erect, their mats hanging down so as to conceal their bodies.
'You are looking at a row of grass-trees,' George explained. 'You are not
the first to mistake a grass-tree at a distance for a squatting native.'
'I did not say they were Maoris,' Terence replied coolly. 'There were six
grass-trees when I first noticed them, and now there appear to be seven. Aha!
Look, George. Number seven is crawling off. It is our friend Sounding Sea,
who has been spying on us. I saw him dodging into the bush this morning,
and now that I am sure of his game, I may tell you that I have suspected him
for a week past.'
'What keen eyes you have to pick the fellow out,' said George admiringly.
'In certain lights, and at a distance, the illusion of the grass-tree is perfect. It
is as well, perhaps, that we failed to find the hole, since that rascal is on our
track.'
'Well, we know where we stand now,' observed Terence, 'and the gay
Sounding Sea will find that two can play the game of spying. We will look
for Paeroa to-morrow in spite of him.'
Late next night the friends crept out of their whare, which stood near the
back of the stockade, and searched for four hours in the underground world;
but they found no trace of the missing trio.
'We must get back before dawn,' said George; 'for Sounding Sea may take
it into his head to pay us an earlier visit than usual. I don't think that Paeroa
is hidden down here. The existence of the place is known only to the
privileged few, so there would be no occasion to confine him far from the
entrance.'
'Besides, I fancy that both the chief and the wizard would fight shy of the
spot after their uncanny experience.' Terence chuckled at the recollection.
'Yes; come on. We can't afford to take risks.'
It was now three weeks since Te Karearea had set out for the front, and
sick or wounded Maoris were constantly filtering into the pah, one and all
with the same story to tell—the continued success of the chief, and the
impending annihilation of the detested Pakeha. The worst news they brought
was that of the death of old Kapua Mangu, who had been shot while
weaving a spell for the destruction of the Arawas. His head had been brought
back to the pah, and was now in the hands of the gentleman whose business
it was to preserve the grisly relic.
One night George entered their hut in a state of great agitation. His face
was pale and his eyes glittered; but for some time he sat silent, while Terence
watched him anxiously.
'Wrong! wrong! Ay; it is all wrong together,' burst out George. 'A devil is
loose upon the earth, and his name is Te Karearea. He—he——' His voice
faltered, and he stopped for a moment. Then, ominously calm all at once, he
resumed: 'News has come that Te Karearea and a company of his Hau-haus
stole upon the settlement at Poverty Bay at night and massacred—there's no
other word for it, for the poor people were quite unprepared—thirty-three
people. And, Terence'—he covered his eyes with his hand—'there were
women and little children among them. Your friend Major Biggs was killed,
and——' He could say no more.
For a time the two sat without further speech. They felt sick with horror;
for the picture of those helpless, anguished mothers and their babes would
obtrude itself. But at last George sprang up and shook his great shoulders, as
if throwing off some fearful oppression.
'I know,' Terence said in a low voice. 'It is—it is those babies.'
George's strong teeth seemed to snap together. 'Yes; and he shall answer
for them to me.' Then he went out into the night.
Next day, as they were sitting in the marae, a wounded Maori came up
and said, grinning: 'Pokeke fights at the side of Te Karearea, and he
constantly mutters "The great axe of Heora." He bade me tell you this,
Hortoni.'
'Yes; and it shows the value of any statement made by Te Karearea,' put
in Terence. 'Now I have a piece of news,' he went on. 'I have discovered
something very queer about Sounding Sea.'
'About the same time every night he sneaks past our hut—his own is
almost opposite—towards the back of the pah. I followed him last night, and
he climbed the fence and dropped down on the narrow ledge between the
palisades and the edge of the precipice.'
To throw him off his guard, George ordered him to bring a basket of food,
as they proposed to go for an early ramble in the bush on the morrow. When
the Maori returned with this, the friends were snoring on their mats; so he
placed it in a corner and withdrew, satisfied.
Five minutes later Terence stole across to Sounding Sea's whare, and
returned almost immediately. 'There,' he said, with a gleeful chuckle, and
thrust a revolver and a handful of cartridges upon his astonished friend.
'Kapua Mangu's mantle must have fallen on you, you magician,' cried
George, overjoyed. 'Where—how——?'
'It occurred to me that Sounding Sea, not being very courageous, would
have made provision for defending himself in case of a row with us,'
explained Terence; 'so I went to see. The fellow has a regular arsenal there. I
have brought away three revolvers and any number of cartridges.' He hid one
of them under his mat, along with a reserve of ammunition. Then, having
loaded their weapons, the friends stole out on the track of the spy.
In a few minutes they stood upon the three-foot ledge outside the pah,
where a pale, watery moon gave them light enough to see what they were
about. And this was as well; for movement, at the best, was dangerous, and a
slip might have been fatal.
'I thought as much,' exclaimed Terence, after poking about in the grass.
'This explains our gentleman's nocturnal trips, and I shouldn't wonder if we
were on the track of Paeroa.'
Lying on their faces, peering into the awful depths of the cañon, they
could see a strong flax ladder, securely fastened to a couple of stout pegs,
driven into the ground between them. By means of a gentle tug they
ascertained that the lower end of the ladder was free, and, before George
could anticipate him, Terence swung himself over.
'I'll jerk three times when I reach the bottom,' he said. 'Steady the thing
for me.'
Presently the signal came, and George joined his friend, who was
standing upon a narrow ledge about fifty feet below. 'Here we are,' said
Terence in greeting. 'This ledge runs in both directions. Ah, this is the way.
Look.'
From out of the waterfall itself, right through the veil of falling water,
came Sounding Sea, shaking himself like a dog after a plunge. He climbed
upon the ledge, took a step or two upon the back track, and then, with a
gesture of annoyance, turned again and walked out of sight through, or
under, the fall.
Careless of risk, they passed the falling curtain and hurried on the track of
Sounding Sea, who was moving slowly through a natural tunnel, the mouth
of which gaped blackly at his pursuers. Had the Maori not lit a torch the
comrades could have done nothing but await his return.
Suddenly Terence swung back an arm and barred George's advance, for
the tunnel took a turn, widening into a cave. Peering round the angle, they
saw Sounding Sea, his torch set down, searching for something he appeared
to have dropped.
The tunnel took a turn, widening into a cave (page 194).
But there was something else. Something which brought George's teeth
together with a click, and caused Terence to clench his fists.
Stretched upon a mat, his wrists and ankles bound, and further secured by
a rope round his middle, which was attached to an iron bar let into the floor
of the cave, lay Paeroa, while a few feet from him was Kawainga, much in
the same case, save that her feet were free.
Even in that light it could be seen that the unhappy pair looked miserably
weak and ill, though scraps of food and a bowl of water showed that
starvation had not been added to their other tortures.
Terence felt the arm he held quivering in his grip. Indeed, George
restrained himself with difficulty; for the sight of the poor sufferers set his
blood aflame, and another black mark was added to the long tally against Te
Karearea.
He raised his heavy, sharp-angled club, dwelling upon his aim for the
downstroke, which would have smashed the shoulder-girdle and left the arm
useless for all time, when with a low growl of rage George leaped across the
intervening space and flung himself upon the cowardly ruffian.
CHAPTER XIX
PAEROA'S VENGEANCE
So utterly unexpected was the attack, that Sounding Sea went down with
a yell of terror; but, quickly recognising his adversary, he began to wriggle
and twist, clawing and spitting like an angry cat. But he could do nothing
against such a stalwart as George, and Terence, confident of this, busied
himself in cutting the bonds of the captives and gently chafing their swollen
joints, while he smiled into their wan faces, and spoke hopefully in a
language they did not understand of the good time coming for them.
But hope is translatable into any tongue, and, as Terence chatted on, the
dull eyes brightened and a responsive grin overspread Paeroa's drawn face,
while Kawainga's lips quivered, and she burst into happy, soothing tears.
This was too much for Terence. His alluring smile vanished, and he rose
and solemnly punched the head of Sounding Sea. 'I don't often hit a man
when he is down,' he remarked, returning to his patients; 'but you deserve a
taste of your own sauce.'
'Quite right,' agreed George. 'Wait here, Terence, while I get my flask.
When I return, we can settle what to do.'
He was back in a very short time, and the flask, which he had not opened
since he left Sydney, came in usefully now; for the strong spirit, dashed with
water, soon restored Paeroa and Kawainga, who sat up and began to talk.
'I did what I could, Hortoni,' Paeroa said sadly. 'Had you met me by the
fork that day all would have been well. As it is, I have still one word of the
white-haired chief to you. Te Karearea took the other. Here it is.'
Like all the Hau-haus, he wore his hair long, and now he pulled from the
tangled locks a soiled piece of paper, which he held out to George, who took
it and read aloud:
'We ar~ on your t~ack. Try ~~~~~~scape ~nd meet us. Y~~rs—M.
Cra~sto~n.'
Here and there the pencilled letters were obliterated; but the meaning was
clear enough. The question was—had Te Karearea driven back, or
annihilated the relief force? And this, of course, Paeroa could not tell.
'I wonder what was in the note which Te Karearea took,' said George.
Briefly, Paeroa's story was that, on the march to rejoin the main body, he
had stolen away at the risk of his life, worked round to the rear of the Arawa
contingent, and presented himself at the British camp, where he found
Colonel Cranstoun and others, to whom he told the story of George's
adventures as far as he knew them. He was ignorant of the capture of
Terence, so he could not remove the impression which existed that the
Irishman had been killed while endeavouring to deliver Captain Westrupp's
note. Promising to do all he could for George, Paeroa departed with two
short letters in his care. He failed, as we know, to communicate with George
on the day of the fight with the Arawas; but, just before the skirmish, while
plotting with Kawainga to deliver the letters unobserved, the two were
suddenly overpowered by a strong guard of Hau-haus, and conveyed to the
pah. There they were kept in close confinement, and eventually transferred
to the cave under the waterfall, Sounding Sea being appointed their gaoler.
The mean and vicious Hau-hau had amplified the chief's instructions, and
gratified his own malevolent nature by inflicting upon the prisoners as many
hardships as he dared, short of actually murdering them, so that their
existence since the departure of Te Karearea had been wretched indeed.
'What is to be done now?' queried George, when Paeroa's story had come
to an end.
Terence drew his revolver and turned to face Sounding Sea. 'Let him
know, George,' he said grimly, 'that, unless he tells the whole truth, there will
be a new arrival in Reinga within a minute.'
'Stop!' shrieked Sounding Sea in English. 'I will tell all. I was to keep
these two here until Te Karearea's return. I have cared for them and fed
them. Mercy, great lords!'
'We shall soon find out whether he has told the truth,' said George
gravely. 'We must leave him here, of course—and you two must also be
content to wait here a little longer.'
Unperceived by the men, the villain had wormed his way close to
Kawainga, intending to finish her with one stroke of his club; but the girl's
scream spoiled the murderous ruffian's scheme.
Sounding Sea, never a strong man, had grown weak and flabby in
consequence of his idle, dissolute life; but, nevertheless, Paeroa had his work
cut out for him, and the Englishmen, though anxious to let him have the
credit of saving his sweetheart's life, were prepared to interfere should the
contest go against him. They thought, of course, that Paeroa meant simply to
secure the fellow, and hold him while they adjusted the slipped ropes.
'Ha!' Paeroa gasped, floundering to his feet and shaking the bloodstained
club. 'Ha! I have slain a taipo. The strength of ATUA was in me.' Then he
lurched forward like a drunken man, and crashed down at Kawainga's feet.
Horrified, George and Terence gazed at the swift, awful scene. It is no
light matter to see a man slain before your eyes. Moved by a common
impulse, they reverently lifted the dead man and carried him to one side,
while Kawainga fussed and crooned over Paeroa.
'If any one is aware of his visits here, and knows that he was employed to
watch us——' began George; but Terence struck in:
'We are armed now, and with revolvers, not to speak of your greenstone
club. By the way, why didn't you bring it with you?'
'I did,' answered George, clapping his hand to his side. But the loop in his
belt was empty. The mere was gone.
Startled, George looked about the cave; but nowhere could he find the
club.
'I fear it has dropped into the river as I came down the ladder,' he said.
'Wait here, if you don't mind, Terence, and I will go and see if I have left it in
our hut. No; let me go, for if I meet any one, my knowledge of the language
will get me past him, whereas you might be stopped.'
'Bring back the basket of food with you,' Terence called after him as he
hurried away.
A glance all round told him that the club was not there, so, snatching up
the basket of food, he was about to set off again, when from the confusion of
sounds in the direction of the marae, one detached itself, clear and high:
Without an instant's pause George turned and ran, scaling the stockade,
and dashing down the flax-ladder at perilous speed.
'Come!' he shouted, when he had gained the entrance to the cave. 'Out of
this for your lives. Te Karearea has returned!'
CHAPTER XX
'Up with you!' said George, holding the swaying ladder. 'Wait on top till
we join you. What a good thing I had my flask.'
It was. The strong spirit nerved the invalids to the effort they were
obliged to make, and in a few minutes the four of them were standing on the
ledge outside the pah, and by means of the ladder easily scaled the palisades.
The clamour still continued, and George and Terence swiftly piloted their
exhausted friends to the fence behind their hut. Here the ladder came into
play again, and they made for the underground world, George explaining its
peculiarities to Paeroa as they sped along.
'You will be safe enough if you do not wander far from the entrance,' he
assured the Maori. 'We will manage to visit you before long.'
They left the basket of food and the flask with the refugees, and, still
hurrying, for every minute was precious now, reached the shelter of their
whare without encountering any of the Hau-haus.
'No,' George answered gloomily. 'I must have dropped it last night
between the fence and the underground world. The strange part of it is that I
should not have missed it till just now.'
'The thing is always generating mysteries,' grumbled Terence. 'I hope we
shall find it, though; for it may make all the difference between life and
death to us.'
'You are right,' said George, who seemed much upset. 'Of course I do not
agree with you that there is anything supernatural about the club; but still—
but still——'
Terence's eyes grew round. 'You don't agree with me! Why, you old
humbug, when did I say that the thing had any supernatural power?'
Terence laughed. 'The most wonderful thing about that blessed club is
that it has twice brought you and me to the brink of a dispute. I really believe
—— Hullo! Here he is.'
'Salutations, friends!' said Te Karearea coldly. 'You did not meet me at the
gate, so I have come to——' He interrupted himself, his furtive eyes
gleaming. 'Where is the mere of TUMATATJENGA, Hortoni? It hangs not at
your side.'
But Te Karearea had sense enough, and whatever black design he had in
his mind when he entered the hut, he put it away for the time, until he should
discover the truth about the mere. So, to the surprise of his hearers, instead
of flying into a rage, he grinned genially at them.
'You are right, Hortoni,' he said. 'It is only children who talk when they
are tired, and quarrel till they fall asleep. I, too, am weary and would rest.
Perhaps you will be in a better mind to-morrow, and will show me the mere
of TUMATAUENGA. I will go, since you have nothing to say to me.
Unless, indeed, you wish to renew your parole,' he finished with a sneer.
'Stay, O Hawk of the Mountain,' he said, and all appearance of anger left
him. 'For a moon past you have kept us here by means of a trick. You caught
us in a trap of our own making. Now shall there be no more tricks, and, lest
you go away again in the night, leaving us fast here, I tell you to your face—
you yourself and none other—we take back our word.'
For once in his life Te Karearea had received a setback. His usual
coolness deserted him, and his ready tongue tripped as he asked if he had
heard aright.
'Does this mean that you will try to escape, Hortoni?' he inquired, when
both George and Terence had repeated their decision. He moved backwards
towards the door as if he feared an immediate attack.
'Why not?' George answered coolly. 'We have told you that we do not
wish to stay here, yet you will not let us go. Now we will go whether you
will allow us or not.'
'When the gates of Reinga are shut, why seek to open them, Hortoni?
Take time to think,' suggested the chief.
'It is time to act,' retorted George, and Terence, informed of his friend's
sudden resolution, nodded assent.
'Have I said that it was lost?' George countered quickly. 'But, if it were,
did your young men find it when it dragged itself from your hand and flew
into the sea? Have you yet to learn, O Te Karearea, that my God has given
me the mere to stand between me and death?'
'If the mere had been in your belt, George, I believe that the chief would
have taken chances and attacked you to gain possession of it. He had a dozen
men outside. But its absence puzzled him. Am I far wrong in saying that,
either by its presence or its absence, the greenstone club is for ever coming
between you and death?'
'I hope we shall be out of it before dawn,' said George. 'When the chief
once realises that the mere is gone, things will happen quickly. You may be
sure it was not simply for the pleasure of greeting us that he came here to-
night. He was in a black mood, and I suspect, if the truth were known, he has
been well hammered by our people.'
'More power to them!' cried Terence. 'You are right, George; it is time to
quit. I am not sure whether the chief takes us seriously; but he has left a
guard at the door.'
'Only one?' asked George, and Terence nodded. 'I have a plan in the
rough,' he went on, looking at his watch. 'It is just eleven. The sentry will
probably be changed at two or three o'clock. We will divide that time
between watching and resting. If we are quiet, sentry number one will give a
good account of us. Then, an hour or so later——'
'I am afraid so,' said George regretfully. 'Our lives hang in the balance,
and the lives of many others as well. We will avoid extreme measures if
possible. I wish I had my club. The very sight of it would frighten the fellow
into submission.'
Terence looked up at the roof and grinned. 'I am waiting to see if your
genii, taipos, taniwhas, or whoever are the slaves of the greenstone club, will
bring it back to you the instant you express a wish,' he said. 'There is a
smack of Aladdin and his lamp about the thing. Well, what next?'
'We must scale the fence behind the whare,' answered George, smiling.
'The sentries are stationed at intervals along the platform, and we must
manage to dodge the nearest. We'll manage it—we must.'
'No; I will, in case there is any talking to be done. I wish that we had
another basket of food. It may go hard with us in the bush. Lie down and