Descending by rope over the edge of a small cliff, to harvest from hives hidden in the mid-air caves. This stony country is riddled with the air-shafts that ventilate Shambhala; you can't get in past the security grills, but crawling down close, you can catch cooking smells, and find small numbers of beesouls trying trying trying to get back in. Those bees sure make a goodtasting honey.     Hive-Maker followed lines of Mesopotamian bees away from the farm, and found wild colonies in the trees and caves of the surrounding countryside.