Chapters (33)
- Other Books by this Author
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Acknowledgments
- For Readers New to Pern
- Chronology of the Second Interval/Third Pass
- Fort Weyr, AL 508.2.2
- Fort Weyr, AL 508.2.5
- Fort Weyr, AL 508.2.6
- Fort Weyr, early morning, AL 508.2.7
- Fort Weyr, later, AL 508.2.8
- Telgar Weyr, later, AL 508.2.8
- Telgar Weyr, early morning, AL 508.2.9
- Telgar Weyr, late evening, AL 508.2.9
- Telgar Weyr, early morning, AL 508.2.10
- Telgar Weyr, later, AL 508.2.10
- Telgar Weyr, late evening, AL 508.2.10
- Telgar Weyr, Threadfall, AL 508.2.11
- Telgar Weyr, morning, AL 508.2.13
- Telgar Weyr, morning, AL 508.2.15
- Telgar Weyr, next morning, AL 508.2.16
- Telgar Weyr, morning, AL 508.4.15
- Ista Weyr, afternoon, AL 508.5.5
- Keroon Threadfall, morning, AL 508.5.21
- Telgar Weyr, evening, AL 508.5.26
- Telgar Weyr, early morning, AL 508.6.19
- Telgar Weyr, evening, AL 508.6.25
- Telgar Weyr, morning, AL 508.6.28
- Telgar Weyr, early evening, AL 508.7.17
- Fort Weyr, second hour, AL 507.11.18,
- Telgar Weyr, evening, AL 508.7.21
- About the Author
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Fiona was tired and not at all disposed to argue. In a short while she was cuddled in tight against Lorana, who had thrown on extra blankets. Not long after, she was fast asleep.
She awoke much later, in a muck sweat.
“Fiona!” Lorana called urgently. “Fiona, wake up!”
“Mmm,” Fiona murmured, thrashing about in search of a place in the sheets that wasn’t soaked with her sweat.
“You were dreaming, it’s all right, you’re all right now,” Lorana told her soothingly. Fiona felt her hand stroking her head. She made a pleasant sound, and turned her head closer to the comforting fingers. Slowly she drifted off again, even as she recalled the horrors of her dream: Can’t lose the baby! Can’t lose the baby! Can’t lose the baby!
Telgar Weyr, early evening, AL 508.7.17
TWENTY-THREE
Cold between
Freezes harm.
Wear jacket,
Keep warm.
Telgar Weyr, early evening, AL 508.7.17
“Your fever’s broke, you’re lucky,” a voice told her softly as Fiona opened her eyes. The glows that lit the room seemed overly bright and she closed her eyes again.
“The baby?”
“Fine as far as we can tell,” the voice replied. Terin; it was Terin’s voice.
“Lorana’s?” Fiona asked, her stomach knotting in some unreasonable dread.
“Fine, that we know for sure,” Terin told her. “She’s in the bath now, you’ll see her soon.”
“They didn’t move her?”
“She wouldn’t move,” Terin said, adding with a snort, “You can open your eyes, you know. You haven’t got the Plague, just the sort of fever you pick up when you’re overdoing things and go between while wet with sweat.”
“Igen’s a dry heat,” Fiona said in response to the editorial undertone in the other girl’s voice.
“Still, you should have known,” Terin said. Fiona heard her friend stretch and felt her hand touch her forehead in a soft, gentle caress. “You’ve got the whole Weyr on edge.”
Fiona groaned, and rolled over, raising herself on one arm and making to sit up.
“No you don’t, lie back down!” Terin ordered. “Lorana’s still in the bath and I want her to take her time.”
Fiona made a face as she ruefully absorbed her friend’s words. “I stink,” Fiona said sourly.
“You’ve been in bed for four days, of course you do,” Terin said. “You can have a bath when Lorana’s all done and ready.”
“She should be sleeping.”
“Not the least because it’s nighttime,” Terin said in agreement.
“Four days?” Fiona repeated, her mind picking the number over. “Threadfall tomorrow.”
“That’s right,” Terin agreed. “K’lior’s been here, and Seban was here whenever Bekka was; they’ve all looked in on you.” She paused, adding, “I even have a note from Weyrwoman Sonia.”
“Sonia?” Fiona asked. “What did she say?”
“One word,” Terin said, her voice sounding chipper.