"There is a distinct possibility we will," T"ron said gravely, and his face broke into a lopsided grin. "You said we left the Weyrs ... abandoned them, in fact, and left no explanation. We went somewhere ... somewhen, that is, for we are still here now...."
They were all silent, for the same alternative occurred to them simultaneously. The Weyrs had been left vacant, but Lessa had no way of proving that the five Weyrs reappeared in her time.
"There must be a way. There must be a way," Lessa cried distractedly. "And there"s no time to waste. No time at all!"
T"ron gave a bark of laughter. "There"s plenty of time at this end of history, my dear."
They made her rest then, more concerned than she was that she had been ill some weeks, deliriously screaming that she was falling and could not see, could not hear, could not touch. Ramoth, too, they told her, had suffered from the appalling nothingness of a protracted stay between between, emerging above ancient Ruatha a pale yellow wraith of her former robust self.
The Lord of Ruatha Hold, Mardra"s father, had been surprised out of his wits by the appearance of a staggering rider and a pallid queen on his stone verge. Naturally and luckily he had sent to his daughter at Fort Weyr for help. Lessa and Ramoth had been transported to the Weyr, and the Ruathan Lord kept silence on the matter.
When Lessa was strong enough, T"ron called a Council of Weyrleaders. Curiously, there was no opposition to going ... provided they could solve the problem of time-shock and find reference points along the way. It did not take Lessa long to comprehend why the dragonriders were so eager to attempt the journey. Most of them had been born during the present Thread incursions. They had now had close to four months of unexciting routine patrols and were bored with monotony. Training Games were pallid subst.i.tutes for the real battles they had all fought. The Holds, which once could not do dragonmen favors enough, were beginning to be indifferent. The Weyrleaders could see these incidents increasing as Thread-generated fears receded. It was a morale decay as insidious as a wasting disease in Weyr and Hold. The alternative which Lessa"s appeal offered was better than a slow decline in their own time.
Of Benden, only the Weyrleader himself was privy to these meetings. Because Benden was the only Weyr in Lessa"s time, it must remain ignorant, and intact, until her time. Nor could any mention be made of Lessa"s presence, for that, too, was unknown in her Turn.
She insisted that they call in the Masterharper because her Records said he had been called. But when he asked her to tell him the Question Song, she smiled and demurred.
"You"ll write it, or your successor will, when the Weyrs are found to be abandoned," she told him. "But it must be your doing, not my repeating."
"A difficult a.s.signment to know one must write a song that four hundred Turns later gives a valuable clue."
"Only be sure," she cautioned him, "that it is a Teaching tune. It must not not be forgotten, for it poses questions that I have to answer." be forgotten, for it poses questions that I have to answer."
As he started to chuckle, she realized she had already given him a pointer.
The discussions - how to go so far safely with no sustained sense deprivations-grew heated. There were more constructive notions, however impractical, on how to find reference points along the way. The five Weyrs had not been ahead in time, and Lessa, in her one gigantic backward leap, had not stopped for intermediate time marks.
"You did say that a between between times jump of ten years caused no hardship?" T"ron asked of Lessa as all the Weyrleaders and the Masterharper met to discuss this impa.s.se. times jump of ten years caused no hardship?" T"ron asked of Lessa as all the Weyrleaders and the Masterharper met to discuss this impa.s.se.
"None. It takes ... oh, twice as long as a between between places jump." places jump."
"It is the four hundred Turn leap that left you unbalanced. Hmmm. Maybe twenty or twenty-five Turn segments would be safe enough."
That suggestion found merit until Ista"s cautious leader, D"ram, spoke up.
"I don"t mean to be a Hold-hider, but there is one possibility we haven"t mentioned. How do we know we made the jump between between to Lessa"s time? Going to Lessa"s time? Going between between is a chancy business. Men go missing often. And Lessa barely made it here alive." is a chancy business. Men go missing often. And Lessa barely made it here alive."
"A good point, D"ram," T"ron concurred briskly, "but I feel there is more to prove that we do - did will - go forward. The clues, for one thing - they were aimed at Lessa. The very emergency that left five Weyrs empty sent her back to appeal for our help - "
"Agreed, agreed," D"ram interrupted earnestly, "but what I mean is can you be sure we reached Lessa"s time? It hadn"t happened yet. Do we know it can?"
T"ron was not the only one who searched his mind for an answer to that. All of a sudden he slammed both hands, palms down, on the table.
"By the Egg, it"s die slow, doing nothing, or die quick, trying. I"ve had a surfeit of the quiet life we dragonmen must lead after the Red Star pa.s.ses till we go between between in old age. I confess I"m almost sorry to see the Red Star dwindle farther from us in the evening sky. I say, grab the risk with both hands and shake it till it"s gone. We"re dragonmen, aren"t we, bred to fight the Threads? Let"s go hunting ... four hundred Turns ahead!" in old age. I confess I"m almost sorry to see the Red Star dwindle farther from us in the evening sky. I say, grab the risk with both hands and shake it till it"s gone. We"re dragonmen, aren"t we, bred to fight the Threads? Let"s go hunting ... four hundred Turns ahead!"
Lessa"s drawn face relaxed. She had recognized the validity of D"ram"s alternate possibility, and it had touched off bitter fear in her heart. To risk herself was her own responsibility, but to risk these hundreds of men and dragons, the weyrfolk who would accompany their men...?
T"ron"s ringing words for once and all dispensed with that consideration.
"And I believe," the Masterharper"s exultant voice cut through the answering shouts of agreement, "I have your reference points." A smile of surprised wonder illuminated his face. "Twenty Turns or twenty hundred, you have a guide! And T"ron said it. As the Red Star dwindles in the evening sky ..."
Later, as they plotted the orbit of the Red Star, they found how easy that solution actually was and chuckled that their ancient foe should be their guide.
Atop Fort Weyr, as on all the Weyrs, were great stones. They were so placed that at certain times of the year they marked the approach and retreat of the Red Star, as it orbited in its erratic two hundred Turn-long course around the sun. By consulting the Records which, among other morsels of information, included the Red Star"s wanderings, it was not hard to plan jumps between between of twenty-five Turns for each Weyr. It had been decided that the complement of each separate Weyr would jump of twenty-five Turns for each Weyr. It had been decided that the complement of each separate Weyr would jump between between above its own base, for there would unquestionably be accidents if close to eighteen hundred laden beasts tried it at one point. above its own base, for there would unquestionably be accidents if close to eighteen hundred laden beasts tried it at one point.
Each moment now was one too long away from her own time for Lessa. She had been a month away from F"lar and missed him more than she had thought possible. Also, she was worried that Ramoth would mate away from Mnementh. There were, to be sure, bronze dragons and bronze riders eager to do that service, but Lessa had no interest in them.
T"ron and Mardra occupied her with the many details in organizing the exodus, so that no clues, past the tapestry and the Question Song that would be composed at a later date, remained in the Weyrs.
It was with a relief close to tears that Lessa urged Ramoth upward in the night sky to take her place near T"ron and Mardra above the Fort Weyr Star Stone. At five other Weyrs great wings were ranged in formation, ready to depart their own times.
As each Weyrleader"s dragon reported to Lessa that all were ready, reference points determined by the Red Star"s travels in mind, it was this traveler from the future who gave the command to jump between between.
The blackest night must end in dawn, The sun dispel the dreamer"s fear: When shall my soul"s bleak, hopeless pain Find solace in its darkening Weyr?
THEY HAD made eleven jumps between between, the Weyrleaders" bronzes speaking to Lessa as they rested briefly between between each jump. Of the eighteen hundred-odd travelers, only four failed to come ahead, and they had been older beasts. All five sections agreed to pause for a quick meal and hot each jump. Of the eighteen hundred-odd travelers, only four failed to come ahead, and they had been older beasts. All five sections agreed to pause for a quick meal and hot klah klah before the final jump, which would be but twelve Turns. before the final jump, which would be but twelve Turns.
"It is easier," T"ron commented as Mardra served the klah klah, "to go twenty-five Turns than twelve." He glanced up at the Red Dawn Star, their winking and faithful guide. "It does not alter its position as much. I count on you, Lessa, to give us additional references."
"I want to get us back to Ruatha before F"lar discovers I have gone." She shivered as she looked up at the Red Star and sipped hastily at the hot klah klah. "I"ve seen the Star just like that, once ... no, twice ... before at Ruatha." She stared at T"ron, her throat constricting as she remembered that morning: the time she had decided that the Red Star was a menace to her, three days after which Fax and F"lar had appeared at Ruatha Hold. Fax had died on F"lar"s dagger, and she had gone to Benden Weyr. She felt suddenly dizzy, weak, strangely unsettled. She had not felt this way as they paused between between other jumps. other jumps.
"Are you all right, Lessa?" Mardra asked with concern. "You"re so white. You"re shaking." She put her arm around Lessa, glancing, concerned, at her Weyrmate.
"Twelve Turns ago I was at Ruatha," Lessa murmured, grasping Mardra"s hand for support. "I was at Ruatha twice. Let"s go on quickly. I"m too many in this morning. I must get back. I must get back to F"lar. He"ll be so angry."
The note of hysteria in her voice alarmed both Mardra and T"ron. Hastily the latter gave orders for the fires to be extinguished, for the Weyrfolk to mount and prepare for the final jump ahead.
Her mind in chaos, Lessa transmitted the references to the other Weyrleaders" dragons: Ruatha in the evening light, the Great Tower, the inner Court, the land at springtime...
A fleck of red in a cold night sky, A drop of blood to guide them by, Turn away. Turn away. Turn, be gone, A Red Star beckons the travelers on.
BETWEEN THEM, Lytol and Robinton forced F"lar to eat, deliberately plying him with wine. At the back of his mind F"lar knew he would have to keep going, but the effort was immense, the spirit gone from him. It was no comfort that they still had Pridith and Kylara to continue dragonkind, yet he delayed sending someone back for F"nor, unable to face the reality of that admission: that in sending for Pridith and Kylara, he had acknowledged the fact that Lessa and Ramoth would not return.
Lessa, Lessa, his mind cried endlessly, d.a.m.ning her one moment for her reckless, thoughtless daring, loving her the next for attempting such an incredible feat.
"I said, F"lar, you need sleep now more than wine." Robinton"s voice penetrated his preoccupation.
F"lar looked at him, frowning in perplexity. He realized that he was trying to lift the wine jug that Robinton was holding firmly down.
"What did you say?"
"Come. I"ll bear you company to Benden. Indeed, nothing could persuade me to leave your side. You have aged years, man, in the course of hours."
"And isn"t it understandable?" F"lar shouted, rising to his feet, the impotent anger boiling out of him at the nearest target in the form of Robinton.
Robinton"s eyes were full of compa.s.sion as he reached for F"lar"s arm, gripping it tightly.
"Man, not even this Masterharper has words enough to express the sympathy and honor he has for you. But you must sleep; you have tomorrow to endure, and the tomorrow after that you have to fight. The dragonmen must have a leader. .. ." His voice trailed off. "Tomorrow you must send for F"nor... and Pridith."
F"lar pivoted on his heel and strode toward the fateful door of Ruatha"s great hall.
Oh, Tongue, give sound to joy and sing Of hope and promise on dragonwing.
BEFORE THEM loomed Ruatha"s Great Tower, the high walls of the Outer Court clearly visible in the fading light.
The claxon rang violent summons into the air, barely heard over the earsplitting thunder as hundreds of dragons appeared, ranging in full fighting array, wing upon wing, up and down the valley.
A shaft of light stained the flagstones of the Court as the Hold door opened.
Lessa ordered Ramoth down, close to the Tower, and dismounted, running eagerly forward to greet the men who piled out of the door. She made out the stocky figure of Lytol, a handbasket of glows held high above his head. She was so relieved to see him that she forgot her previous antagonism to the Warder.
"You misjudged the last jump by two days, Lessa," he cried as soon as he was near enough for her to hear him over the noise of settling dragons.
"Misjudged? How could I?" she breathed.
T"ron and Mardra came up beside her.
"No need to worry," Lytol rea.s.sured her, gripping her hands tightly in his, his eyes dancing. He was actually smiling at her. "You overshot the day. Go back between between, return to Ruatha of two days ago. That"s all." His grin widened at her confusion. "It is all right," he repeated, patting her hands. "Take this same hour, the Great Court, everything, but visualize F"lar, Robinton, and myself here on the flagstones. Place Mnementh on the Great Tower and a blue dragon on the verge. Now go."
Mnementh? Ramoth queried Lessa, eager to see her Weyrmate. She ducked her great head, and her huge eyes gleamed with scintillating fire. Ramoth queried Lessa, eager to see her Weyrmate. She ducked her great head, and her huge eyes gleamed with scintillating fire.
"I don"t understand," Lessa wailed. Mardra slipped a comforting arm around her shoulders.
"But I do, I do - trust me," Lytol pleaded, patting her shoulder awkwardly and glancing at T"ron for support. "It is as F"nor has said. You cannot be several places in time without experiencing great distress, and when you stopped twelve Turns back, it threw Lessa all to pieces."
"You know that?" T"ron cried.
"Of course. Just go back two days. You see, I know you have. I shall, of course, be surprised then, but now, tonight, I know you reappeared two days earlier. Oh, go. Don"t argue. F"lar was half out of his mind with worry for you."
"He"ll shake me," Lessa cried, like a little girl. "Lessa!" T"ron took her by the hand and led her back to Ramoth, who crouched so her rider could mount.
T"ron took complete charge and had his Fidranth pa.s.s the order to return to the references Lytol had given, adding by way of Ramoth a description of the humans and Mnementh.
The cold of between between restored Lessa to herself, although her error had badly jarred her confidence. But then there was Ruatha again. The dragons happily arranged themselves in tremendous display. And there, silhouetted against the light from the Hall, stood Lytol, Robinton"s tall figure, and ... F"lar. restored Lessa to herself, although her error had badly jarred her confidence. But then there was Ruatha again. The dragons happily arranged themselves in tremendous display. And there, silhouetted against the light from the Hall, stood Lytol, Robinton"s tall figure, and ... F"lar.
Mnementh"s voice gave a bra.s.sy welcome, and Ramoth could not land Lessa quickly enough to go and twine necks with her mate.
Lessa stood where Ramoth had left her, unable to move. She was aware that Mardra and T"ron were beside her. She was conscious only of F"lar, racing across the Court toward her. Yet she could not move.
He grabbed her in his arms, holding her so tightly to him that she could not doubt the joy of his welcome.
"Lessa, Lessa," his voice raggedly chanted in her ear. He pressed her face against his, crushing her to breathlessness, all his careful detachment abandoned. He kissed her, hugged her, held her, and then kissed her with rough urgency again. Then he suddenly set her on her feet and gripped her shoulders. "Lessa, if you ever ..."he said, punctuating each word with a flexing of his fingers, then stopped, aware of a grinning circle of strangers surrounding them.
"I told you he"d shake me," Lessa was saying, dashing tears from her face. "But, F"lar, I brought them all ... all but Benden Weyr. And that is why the five Weyrs were abandoned. I brought them."
F"lar looked around him, looked beyond the leaders to the ma.s.ses of dragons settling in the Valley, on the heights, everywhere he turned. There were dragons, blue, green, bronze, brown, and a whole wingful of golden queen dragons alone.
"You brought the Weyrs?" he echoed, stunned.
"Yes, this is Mardra and T"ron of Fort Weyr, D"ram and..."
He stopped her with a little shake, pulling her to his side so he could see and greet the newcomers.
"I am more grateful than you can know," he said and could not go on with all the many words he wanted to add.
T"ron stepped forward, holding out his hand, which F"lar seized and held firmly.
"We bring eighteen hundred dragons, seventeen queens, and all that is necessary to implement our Weyrs."
"And they brought flamethrowers, too," Lessa put in excitedly.
"But-to come ... to attempt it ..." F"lar murmured in admiring wonder.
T"ron and D"ram and the others laughed. "Your Lessa showed the way..."
"... with the Red Star to guide us..." she said.
"We are dragonmen," T"ron continued solemnly, "as you are yourself, F"lar of Benden. We were told there are Threads here to fight, and that"s work for dragonmen to do... in any time!"
Drummer, beat, and piper, blow, Harper, strike, and soldier, go.
Free the flame and sear the gra.s.ses Till the dawning Red Star pa.s.ses.
EVEN AS the five Weyrs had been settling around Ruatha Valley, F"nor had been compelled to bring forward in time his southern weyrfolk. They had all reached the end of endurance in double-time life, gratefully creeping back to quarters they had vacated two days and ten Turns ago.
R"gul, totally unaware of Lessa"s backward plunge, greeted F"lar and his Weyrwoman, on their return to the Weyr, with the news of F"nor"s appearance with seventy-two new dragons and the further word that he doubted any of the riders would be fit to fight.
"I"ve never seen such exhausted men in my life," R"gul rattled on, "can"t imagine what could have gotten into them, with sun and plenty of food and all, and no responsibilities."
F"lar and Lessa exchanged glances.
"Well, the southern Weyr ought to be maintained, R"gul. Think it over."