“I think, as we’re moving around, we should arrange it so that your wing lodges above us—they can come down the central stairs,” Fiona told him. T’mar nodded, that much seemed reasonable, but he was certain that Fiona had more and he motioned for her to continue. “That will leave us free then to move H’nez’s wing above the queens’ weyrs,” Fiona continued. “And, as we’ll have two empty weyrs there, if he wants, he could take the one nearest to Jeila.”

T’mar’s eyes widened as he caught on to her plan.

“I’m sure that would make the weyrwoman happy,” T’mar agreed with a twinkle in his eyes; it would hardly make H’nez unhappy. “And F’jian?”

“Well, I think it best if we consider putting his wing over the Caverns,” Fiona said, her tone losing some of its levity. T’mar gave her a startled look and she continued, “We could perhaps change that later, but for the time being, that’s a good location for him—I mean, for his wing.”

“Around the back, toward the lake?” T’mar asked. He knew full well that there were choice locations in the Weyr and places no one wanted—being located just above the lake and the feeding pens was one of the least desired locations: noisy and noisome both. It was, traditionally, the place where irate Weyrleaders or Weyrwomen placed those who had earned their wrath.

“Perhaps not quite there,” Fiona said, pursing her lips. “Although that might not be a bad idea.”

“It’s far from the wine,” T’mar said.

“Then, by all means, whatever you think best, Weyrleader,” Fiona said in the blandest of tones.

T’mar glanced down toward F’jian and wondered what, exactly, the young bronze rider had done to annoy his lady so much that the Weyrwoman wanted revenge.

“I’ll have to think about it,” T’mar said after a long pause.

“Don’t think too long,” Fiona told him warningly. “Or if you must, talk with Shaneese first.”

“Shaneese?” T’mar asked in surprise. From the sound of it, Fiona had already conveyed her impressions to the headwoman and, to T’mar’s surprise, it was clear that Shaneese had emphatically agreed with her.

“I think it’s important that the lesson be well and truly learned,” Fiona said with a sour look.

“Should we do more?”

Fiona sighed and shook her head, leaning closer to T’mar to tell him, “No, it was a foolish mistake. I just want to make sure that he doesn’t consider repeating it.”

“I’ll talk to Shaneese then,” T’mar said making it clear in his tone that he considered that only a formality.