Finally, once the sated hatchlings were asleep on their pallets in the barracks, the Weyrlingmaster permitted the new dragonriders to join their families. With the honored guests present, the festivities went into full swing.
"A most positive young queen, hmmm?" Robinton said, sliding into an empty s.p.a.ce beside Lessa. He raised his cup in a toast to F"lar, opposite her. "Made rather an entrance, didn"t she?"
Lessa smiled and offered to fill Robinton"s gla.s.s from the skin of Benden white that hung on her chair.
"Is Amaranth why F"lessan"s been so interested in the vacant stakeholds in the South?" Robinton delivered his query in the guileless fashion that told Lessa and F"lar that he guessed a new Weyr was required.
F"lar gave a knowing snort. "He offered."
"He"s more in Landing than he is here," Lessa added wryly. With three sons by as many weyrgirls, F"lessan had need to be absent from their entreaties. He had provided well for each of his children, but he was no more ready to settle down with one than any young, handsome, and popular bronze rider. Manora had even suggested that the absence of that young charmer for a while might result in one or more of the girls settling for an older rider in a more stable, lasting attachment.
Robinton c.o.c.ked an eyebrow, suggesting to Lessa that he already knew about the demands on F"lessan. "He"s an excellent choice of explorer. Is a Weyr situation the only thing he"s to investigate? "
F"lar picked up on that. "Why? Is Toric restless again?"
Robinton took a judicious sip from his cup. "Not really. Now that Denol"s tenure of the Big Island has been settled, Toric"s making up for lost time with Aivas."
"And?" F"lar prompted.
"He hid his chagrin rather well when he discovered just how mmm... less than vast the Southern Continent actually is. Fortunately he"s decided that Southern must have Halls of both new Crafts. I believe that he and Hamian had rather a vociferous confrontation over the filler plant Hamian"s been developing as an insulating material."
"The fibrous stuff that Bendarek"s been going on about?" Lessa asked. "You know that he"s genuinely concerned about the amount of trees that are needed to supply the demand for paper."
"Indeed." Robinton nodded vigorously. "I do see his point that a weed that grows rampant in Southern should be utilized instead of chopping down those magnificent forests of his."
"I thought that Sharra discovered the plant and recognized its usefulness," Lessa added.
"I believe that"s Toric"s contention," Robinton replied, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "That she found it on his holding while on a sweep for him."
"Will the man never be satisfied?" Lessa demanded with some heat.
"I doubt it," Robinton replied equably.
"Will we end up having to fight him for holdings in the South?" Lessa went on, shooting him a fierce glance for his casual manner.
"My dear Lessa, no one, absolutely no one, is going to challenge a man, or a woman, mounted a-dragon! And let us devoutly hope that there never is a point at which that is even remotely possible."
"Southern Weyr?" Mar reminded the Harper severely.
"Well, yes, now, but that was not aggression-it was abduction." Robinton had good cause to remember the time Ramoth"s egg had disappeared from the Hatching Ground and how very near Benden dragons had come to fighting the Oldtimer Southern dragons. Not wishing to remind the Weyrleaders that they had ostracized him at that point in time, Robinton held up his gla.s.s, looking plaintively at the wineskin hanging on Lessa"s chair. She filled it for him. "Mind you, I think you"re wise to send F"lessan to explore the tantalizing potential of Southern. When is he going?"
Lessa grinned, lifting her eyebrows expressively. "He should be there even as we speak."
The great plains rolled on below F"lessan and Golanth as the big bronze glided on a south-southwest path, aided by high thermals. A slight twinge of guilt marred F"lessan"s happy contemplation of the scenery. He really should have been working up those equations for Aivas, who was under the impression that the young bronze rider"s presence was required at the Benden Hatching. As F"lessan had no wish to have to explain to Nera, Faselly, and Brinna why he couldn"t choose among them, he was glad enough to spend a free day obeying the injunction of Mar and Lessa.
Golanth was so thoroughly enjoying himself that F"lessan decided it was unsuitable to belabor himself with unnecessary remorse. He had been unusually diligent in his studies-even enjoyed them. In truth, as F"lessan looked back over the past two Turns, he realized that he had devoted more time to Aivas than to the Weyr-save for Threadfall. He often flew as Wingsecond with T"gellan and the Eastern Weyr and with K"van in Southern. He liked fighting Thread, and he and Golanth were exceedingly deft at escaping injury.
One thing he hadn"t dared to ask Lessa and F"lar: If he found a suitable site for another Weyr, was he in line to be Weyrleader? He dismissed that notion almost instantly. F"lessan had few illusions about himself. He was a good Wingleader, he understood draconic abilities, he knew which were the best riders in every Weyr and who were the most likely weyrlings in Benden, but he didn"t think he was anyone"s immediate choice for the next Weyrleader. And he was well aware of how such matters were decided: open mating flight for all unattached bronzes.
I"m big and strong, Golanth informed him with just a hint of boasting in his tone. Golanth informed him with just a hint of boasting in his tone. I"d"ve caught Lamanth that time, if Litorth had not done that clip-and-run dive maneuver. He d been practicing with the greens! I"d"ve caught Lamanth that time, if Litorth had not done that clip-and-run dive maneuver. He d been practicing with the greens! he added petulantly. he added petulantly.
F"lessan soothed his dragon with hand and voice. He had been a bit provoked about that himself. Of course, Celina was nearly as old as Lessa, but it was becoming a matter of honor for Golanth to fly a queen, and Celina was a nice sort. Anyone could get along with her.
A dust cloud caught F"lessan"s attention, and he asked Golanth to veer toward it.
I"m not hungry just now, Golanth replied as they got near enough to distinguish the rumps of fleeing herdbeasts. Golanth replied as they got near enough to distinguish the rumps of fleeing herdbeasts.
Get in a little closer, would you, Golanth? I"ve never seen any like these. Brown and white, and black and white. Big beasts. Nice and juicy, F"lessan added coaxingly. F"lessan added coaxingly.
If they are big now, they will be bigger when I am ready to eat.
F"lessan chuckled. There were times when Golanth couldn"t be diverted. He glanced at the dial strapped to his arm, checking the time it registered against his reading of the sun. Accurate enough. Aivas called it a watch-and the first time F"lessan had worn it he had indeed watched, mesmerized, as the long second hand made its way around the dial. Jancis had presented it to him on his birthing day. She had designed and executed the device for him personally. F"lessan had felt both honored and elated to be the proud possessor of one of the few wrist.w.a.tches on Pern. Jancis had only made six: Piemur, of course, wore one; so did Lord Larad and Lady Jissamy; Master Robinton and Master Fandarel were the other lucky recipients.
He and Golanth had been a-wing for the past five hours. If they didn"t sight their objective soon, he was going to ask Golanth to land so that he could eat his lunch and stretch his legs. A six-hour stint during a Fall was one thing-then he was actively involved, too busy to become uncomfortable. Flying straight to a new location was a different matter altogether, always tedious. But it was necessary when one"s destination was unfamiliar, unless one had been given a detailed description or could grab an image of the site from another dragon or rider"s mind-which was not the case today. Golanth was making good time, catching the thermals and air currents to increase his speed, but it was a weary way to go.
Still and all Still and all, F"lessan enjoyed being first at something. He was not by nature an envious sort, but it did seem that Piemur and Jaxom had the larger portion of luck with their discoveries. He was very pleased that Lessa and F"lar had entrusted this search to him. They could have sent one of the older bronze riders, or F"nor. Nevertheless, it was F"lessan and Golanth who were winging over the great plains, toward the huge inland sea that the settlers had named Caspian, to a Hold called Xanadu. F"lessan enjoyed being first at something. He was not by nature an envious sort, but it did seem that Piemur and Jaxom had the larger portion of luck with their discoveries. He was very pleased that Lessa and F"lar had entrusted this search to him. They could have sent one of the older bronze riders, or F"nor. Nevertheless, it was F"lessan and Golanth who were winging over the great plains, toward the huge inland sea that the settlers had named Caspian, to a Hold called Xanadu.
Suddenly, off to his right, the sun dazzled him, reflecting off water.
To our right, Golly, F"lessan said excitedly. F"lessan said excitedly.
A very big water, Golanth added. Golanth added.
As he often had, F"lessan wondered if he would see clearer, better, farther if he had faceted dragon eyes.
I can see anything you wish for you, Golanth replied meekly. Golanth replied meekly.
F"lessan pummeled his neck affectionately. I know, big fellow, and I"m know, big fellow, and I"m always grateful for your help. I was just thinking what it might be like, that"s all. always grateful for your help. I was just thinking what it might be like, that"s all.
Golanth began to stroke the air, beating upward. Thermal, Thermal, he said cryptically, and F"lessan leaned down against the great bronze neck so as not to impede the ascent. He felt the alteration in the wind current and let out a triumphant yodel when Golanth flattened out and set his wings to glide on the hot air. he said cryptically, and F"lessan leaned down against the great bronze neck so as not to impede the ascent. He felt the alteration in the wind current and let out a triumphant yodel when Golanth flattened out and set his wings to glide on the hot air.
And that"s something else you can do which I can"t-tell where the air currents are. How ever do you do you know where the thermals are? know where the thermals are?
My eyes see the variation of air, I smell the difference, and my hide feels the altered pressure.
Really? F"lessan was impressed with the explanation. F"lessan was impressed with the explanation. Been listening in on my aerodynamics lessons with Aivas? Been listening in on my aerodynamics lessons with Aivas?
Golanth thought that over. Yes. You listen to him, so I thought I should. Ruth does, and Path certainly. Ramoth and Mnementh don"t. They prefer to sleep in the sun while Lessa and F"lar are here. Bigath listens, and Sulath and Beerth. Clarinath occasionally, but Pranith always and Lioth whenever his rider"s down. Sometimes the listening is very interesting. Sometimes it"s not. Yes. You listen to him, so I thought I should. Ruth does, and Path certainly. Ramoth and Mnementh don"t. They prefer to sleep in the sun while Lessa and F"lar are here. Bigath listens, and Sulath and Beerth. Clarinath occasionally, but Pranith always and Lioth whenever his rider"s down. Sometimes the listening is very interesting. Sometimes it"s not.
Not only was that an unusually long speech for Golanth, but it gave F"lessan such food for thought that he was kept occupied with the ramifications until the edge of the vast inland sea became visible.
How are the air currents, Golanth? Shall we cross it, or fly around?
We cross it, was the immediate and confident answer. was the immediate and confident answer.
We need a nor"norwest heading, Golanth, to reach the point where the ancients settled. Not that I think we"ll find much.
As they crossed the water, pa.s.sing through several squalls on the way, they noted all the little islands and the strange pinnacles of rock upthrusts, like bony fingers or clenched fists. On some, odd-shaped trees had managed to find soil enough in the rock crevices to support their roots. In two instances, naked roots twisted down the spires, seeking additional dirt and sustenance. The trees, with their closely packed heads, leaned precariously away from the prevailing winds. Or were those branches that were seeking the summits and sunlight? Sharra would want to know about these. She liked such oddities.
The western coastline was visible at last, a high palisade of cliff. The inland sea must have been formed in a vast subsidence, F"lessan decided, recognizing the geological formation from Aivas"s survey lectures. That would also account for the spires and islands: the tops of sunken mountains. Now if those distant cliff faces also held caves, this would be a splendid place for a Weyr, he thought. All that water! One would never have a dry dragon in one"s weyr.
He was to be disappointed, however, once they got close enough to see the solid granite composition of the high bluffs.
Dragons don"t have cliffweyrs in Southern or Eastern and they they don"t complain, don"t complain, Golanth said helpfully. Golanth said helpfully.
I know, but I was asked to find a useful old crater or two.
The sun will find me in a clearing, and there are some very good-smelling trees on this continent.
F"lessan thumped Golanth, grinning at the bronze"s effort to console him for the disappointment. This isn"t the only place I"m supposed to check out. There was a settler"s hold, called Honshu, in the foothills of the Southern barrier range. However, since we"re here, let"s look about for this Xanadu Stakehold. This isn"t the only place I"m supposed to check out. There was a settler"s hold, called Honshu, in the foothills of the Southern barrier range. However, since we"re here, let"s look about for this Xanadu Stakehold.
Golanth"s sharp eyes spotted unnatural outlines on a slight prominence, not far from where a wide river had worn a deep gorge from the outer sea to the inner one. F"lessan wasn"t sure about ruins, but he had to accept that wide steps had been cut in the palisade face. Someone had wanted an easy access to the lakesh.o.r.e. Golanth landed neatly beside his alleged ruins. Looking around, F"lessan at first thought the dragon had been mistaken in seeing any shape whatsoever beneath the heavy vegetation.
This is not natural, Golanth insisted, tapping a vertical thicket of twisted vines and moss. Extending his wing, he hooked a wingfinger claw on a twisted branch and pulled away the obscuring greenery. As myriad creatures scuttled away from exposure to the sun, F"lessan found himself looking at a tall chimney of worked stone. So the rest of the ruin had to be the remains of the walls of a dwelling. Golanth insisted, tapping a vertical thicket of twisted vines and moss. Extending his wing, he hooked a wingfinger claw on a twisted branch and pulled away the obscuring greenery. As myriad creatures scuttled away from exposure to the sun, F"lessan found himself looking at a tall chimney of worked stone. So the rest of the ruin had to be the remains of the walls of a dwelling.
F"lessan shook his head for those foolish enough to build with so much vegetation all around them, making them twice as vulnerable to Thread. Taking a meatroll from his pouch, he ate as he walked around the hold walls, using his belt knife to sc.r.a.pe down to long-hidden dressed stone. It would have been a large dwelling. Golanth had shouldered his way into the thick forest and was calling his rider to inspect more ruins.
"Sizable place all right enough," F"lessan said, kicking at some rubble. "Xanadu, huh!" He turned back to the main building, snagging a ripe redfruit from a hanging limb as he walked. Chewing the juicy fruit, he contemplated the prospect of sea and distant sh.o.r.e that the original inhabitants must surely have enjoyed. Magnificent! If there hadn"t been Thread to worry about, it would have been an endlessly beautiful vista. "We"ve another place to investigate, Golanth," he said abruptly, throwing off a sense of regret on behalf of those long-dead holders.
He asked Golanth to wheel over the site so that he could imprint the details in his mind for future visits. If-no, F"lessan corrected himself defiantly, when Pernese when Pernese skies were Threadfree, this would be an admirable situation for an open-air weyr. skies were Threadfree, this would be an admirable situation for an open-air weyr.
Golanth caught an updraft that put them quickly back into the westerly current. They had a long way still to go. Shielding his eyes, F"lessan glanced at the lowering sun and then, berating himself for his forgetfulness, looked at his wrist.w.a.tch. Four more hours until dusk. Not that flying at night bothered Golanth, nor would it be the first night F"lessan had curled up in a bed made by his dragon"s forepaws, but if they didn"t hurry, F"lessan wouldn"t see what he had flown all this way to lay his eyes on.
They flew onward, Golanth"s wings tirelessly carrying them, until the great Southern barrier range developed from a pale lavender smudge to vast purplish blue ma.s.sifs, dominating the horizon.
Bi-i-ig- F"lessan drawled the adjective-mountains! Higher than anything we have in the North Higher than anything we have in the North until until you reach the Icy you reach the Icy Wastes. Wastes.
The air would be very thin up there, Golanth observed. Will Golanth observed. Will we have to cross them? we have to cross them?
I don"t think so. F"lessan rummaged in his jacket pocket for the map Aivas had printed out for him. It flapped so badly in the wind of their pa.s.sage that he had trouble reading it. so. F"lessan rummaged in his jacket pocket for the map Aivas had printed out for him. It flapped so badly in the wind of their pa.s.sage that he had trouble reading it. No, this Honshu holding is in ,the foothills below the real range. We"re just not close enough to distinguish them. No, this Honshu holding is in ,the foothills below the real range. We"re just not close enough to distinguish them.
The last of the brilliant sunset illuminated the general area of their destination. Only because sharp-eyed Golanth saw a line of herdbeasts ambling through a wide doorway in the foot of the cliff did they locate Honshu.
Are you sure you saw what you said you saw? F"lessan asked in surprise. F"lessan asked in surprise. Surely they would have taken their beasts with them when they left. Surely they would have taken their beasts with them when they left.
Maybe wild ones found the way into a place of safety, Golanth suggested. Speeding up his wing strokes, he reached the foot of the sheer cliff just as the last of sunset drained from western skies. Golanth suggested. Speeding up his wing strokes, he reached the foot of the sheer cliff just as the last of sunset drained from western skies.
There was no mistaking the wide track worn smooth by usage that led to the cliff face and through a wide entrance angled into the cliff. Peering inside, F"lessan coughed at the stench of the place. High in the walls, window slits did not give him light enough to see much-and the smell alone was enough to discourage investigation. The herdbeasts bawled in surprise at his entrance and milled anxiously deeper into what he guessed was an immense cavern. Choking and with eyes streaming from the intense ammoniac smell, F"lessan backed out. Leaning against the cliff, he breathed deeply of the fresh evening air.
"Looks like you found me Honshu, Golanth," he said, running his hand up the beasthold entrance. "This was cut as neatly as a hot knife in cheese. Just like Fort Hold and the Weyr-when the ancients still had power for their stonecutters. So this has to be Honshu." His fingers also located a door, neatly retracted into the wall. "They left the door wide open, after all. Well, Golanth, let"s find us a place to camp for the night. A fire would be right cheerful on a black night like this. I don"t know if those big felines Sharra and Piemur talked about range this far south, but..."
No feline would challenge me! me!
"Not one who wishes to see tomorrow," F"lessan said with a laugh as he peered into the dark for someplace to settle down.
Follow me, Golanth said, and ambled to the left of the cliff face.
"You"re better than a torch." F"lessan followed, taking care not to tread on his dragon"s tail.
Dead wood was easy enough to find, and rocks to contain a fire, so very shortly F"lessan was comfortably settled against Golanth"s shoulder, munching on his travel rations and sipping some Benden wine he had talked Manora into putting in his bottle. Then, because there was little else to do, F"lessan unrolled the fur that padded Golanth"s neck ridge, nestled himself snugly between Golanth"s forelimbs, and went to sleep.
He woke up just as the eastern skies were brightening. Enough embers remained from his fire to be coaxed back into sufficient warmth to allow him to heat his morning klah and break his fast with a warm meatroll. Golanth ambled down to the river and drank deeply.
This will be a good place to swim-once the sun is up, he said with the air of an expert. up, he said with the air of an expert. And the cliff a good place to warm after a swim. The sun will catch the stone and radiate heat. And the cliff a good place to warm after a swim. The sun will catch the stone and radiate heat.
F"lessan grinned as he sipped his hot klah. You have been learning a thing or two from listening. been learning a thing or two from listening.
Only the things that make sense to me.
Then F"lessan heard the low bleating and moaning of the animals sheltering in the hold.
Stay there, Golanth, or the animals won"t come out, and I want to investigate this place.
I don"t mind if I do, Golanth replied equably, Golanth replied equably, but they have nothing to fear for I am not hungry yet. but they have nothing to fear for I am not hungry yet.
Somehow I doubt they"d believe you, dear heart. F"lessan made a second cup of klah and then kicked dirt and gravel over his little fire lest the smell of burning wood alarm the beasts. F"lessan made a second cup of klah and then kicked dirt and gravel over his little fire lest the smell of burning wood alarm the beasts.
He did not have long to wait. Once the sunlight hit the entrance, the animals-which proved to be of more than one species of herdbeast-began to file out, ready for a day"s browsing or grazing. Most of those had younglings at foot. Not stirring a muscle, F"lessan watched the exodus. Only when all had made their way down the track, spreading out on their separate ways, did the bronze rider approach the opening.
"Faugh!" The reek still discouraged F"lessan from entering-the dung had acc.u.mulated to the level of mid-thigh in some places. Holding his breath, he stuck his head in. The cavern was huge, as far as he could tell in the patches of early-morning light that filtered in through the high windows. It was then that he noticed a flight of steps to his right.
Golanth! I"m going in. There"re steps here. Drawing his collar across his nose and mouth, F"lessan darted toward the steps and ran up to the first landing, where he stopped. There, to his right, was a large door that had once been secured by a lock, now a rusted sh.e.l.l that fell into dust at his touch. He pushed open the door and stood on another landing, from which steps led down to a large, high-ceilinged room. Window slits let in barely enough light to make out a bulky object, half a dragon length in size, which appeared to be covered. Drawing his collar across his nose and mouth, F"lessan darted toward the steps and ran up to the first landing, where he stopped. There, to his right, was a large door that had once been secured by a lock, now a rusted sh.e.l.l that fell into dust at his touch. He pushed open the door and stood on another landing, from which steps led down to a large, high-ceilinged room. Window slits let in barely enough light to make out a bulky object, half a dragon length in size, which appeared to be covered.
I"ve found some sort of an ancient artifact! he told Golanth as he took the steps two at a time in his excitement. he told Golanth as he took the steps two at a time in his excitement.
The covering was of ancient manufacture, soapy and slick to the touch once he brushed aside the film of dust that had turned a bright green fabric to gray. Flipping a corner up, F"lessan peered at the unmistakable prow of a vehicle. Struggling to uncover more of the incredible object, F"lessan recognized it from some of the tapes Aivas had shown them as a sled, one of the larger sort.
Just wait till Master Fandarel and Benelek see this thing, Golanth! They"ll go spare! F"lessan crowed with delight and antic.i.p.ation at the stir this beauty would cause. He rolled more of the cover back, noticing how carefully the craft had been stored by its owners and wondering why they had left it behind. F"lessan crowed with delight and antic.i.p.ation at the stir this beauty would cause. He rolled more of the cover back, noticing how carefully the craft had been stored by its owners and wondering why they had left it behind. No more fuel to fly it, probably. No more fuel to fly it, probably.
It"s a c.u.mbersome-looking thing, Golanth remarked. Golanth remarked.
Don"t worry, love, I d never trade you in for one of these. Cranky things from what the records tell us. Always needing to be serviced and have parts replaced. Don"t have that worry with a dragon. F"lessan laughed heartily at the thought of the Smithcrafters swarming over the sled-for all the good it would do them. Still, it was quite a relic to find lovingly stored away. So few of the settlers" everyday implements had been discovered. Then he noticed the racks of dust-shrouded tools on the wall, a pile of empty plastic sacks such as the settlers had used to store all manner of items, and, under layers of fine dust, plastic containers in the settlers" favorite bright colors. F"lessan laughed heartily at the thought of the Smithcrafters swarming over the sled-for all the good it would do them. Still, it was quite a relic to find lovingly stored away. So few of the settlers" everyday implements had been discovered. Then he noticed the racks of dust-shrouded tools on the wall, a pile of empty plastic sacks such as the settlers had used to store all manner of items, and, under layers of fine dust, plastic containers in the settlers" favorite bright colors.
Well, when I tell Aivas what we"ve found, he won"t be so upset, F"lessan added. So I F"lessan added. So I d better survey the whole place for a complete report. Aivas respects complete reports. d better survey the whole place for a complete report. Aivas respects complete reports.
Then he bounded up the steps to the landing and proceeded on upward. He noticed that there were piles of dung on some of the steps and muddy hoof marks that, fortunately, ended at another closed door.
This one slid back into the wall-not without some grunting and shoving on F"lessan"s part. Having achieved a wide-enough gap to squeeze through, he stepped onto yet another landing, with stairs leading down to a huge cavern-a workroom, to judge by the variety of tables and cabinets. Slightly amazed, he identified both a forge and a huge kiln, as well as workbenches. And there he saw his first signs of a hurried departure, for some cabinet drawers were half out of their slides and there were odd cartons, not quite lidded shut, on three work surfaces. He didn"t go down to investigate further, for yet another flight of stairs led up to a higher level.
I"m moving up in the world, Golanth, with more marvels to report to Aivas. Oooowhee, but this place is a treasure trove. The people may have left, but for once they didn"t take much with them. Robinton and Lytol are going to be fascinated!
Golanth"s response was a deep grunt that echoed in F"lessan"s ears; laughing at his dragon"s lack of enthusiasm, the bronze rider galloped eagerly up the steps.
Nor was F"lessan disappointed. The door on this level opened onto what had to be the main entry to the hold. Through a graceful archway, he could see into what must have been the central living area. For the first time, he felt like an intruder as he stepped into the immense room, and he stopped in the doorway. He heard the slither of tunnel snakes, retreating from his presence. Peering into the room, he could distinguish little beyond shrouded forms in the darkness, but he could see the thin lines of light around window apertures.