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
- Copyright
We’ve been here long enough, Lorana told the queen beneath her, let’s go.
As you wish, the dragon responded. With a great heave of hind legs, the dragon leaped into the air and went between.
Telgar Weyr, evening, AL 508.7.21
EPILOGUE
It will all turn out right.
Telgar Weyr, evening, AL 508.7.21
Fiona only started looking for Lorana after the worst of the injured dragons and riders had been tended. The casualties were bad, but the numbers were reassuring. Even though the Weyr had lost another two dragons and it would be months before all six injured would be able to fly again, the Fall had been easier than she’d feared.
It was her memory of that fear that brought her to wonder about Lorana, because the fear had started that morning when she had seen the ex–queen rider looking up at the flecks of dust.
“Bekka,” Fiona called as she spotted the smaller girl bustling about, “have you seen Lorana?”
The youngster shrugged and hurried on about her duties.
Fiona berated herself, realizing that she could have Talenth ask Minith.
I cannot find her, Talenth replied a moment later, her tone tense.
Fiona felt panic well in her heart. She turned on her heel in a great circle, scanning the Weyr for any sign of the taller woman. She did not find her.
“Kindan!” she shouted as she spotted the harper. Kindan waved toward her but, somehow alerted by her stance, stopped what he was doing and raced over to her. “Have you seen Lorana?”
“No,” he said, shaking his head.
“I brought her to Benden,” Fiona said. “Tullea said that she might take Minith.” Kindan arched an eyebrow in surprise but Fiona rushed on, “And I can’t find Minith.”
“What about Lorana?” Kindan asked and Fiona flushed in surprise that she’d forgotten her strange link with the older woman.
Lorana! she called loudly. She waited. Her face fell and she glanced worriedly at Kindan as she shook his head. She was about to say more when the air above erupted with a bronze dragon from between.
“Where is she?” a voice bellowed from above. It was Tullea. She was riding behind B’nik. “Where is that dragon-stealer?”
The two scampered down the moment Caranth had touched the ground, racing over to Fiona and Kindan. T’mar, alerted by the shout, rushed to their side, giving Fiona a questioning look.
“We can’t find Lorana,” Fiona told him in chill tones.
“She had that healer steal B’nik’s jacket!” Tullea began angrily. “He stole it, Lin saw him!”
“Your Weyrleader jacket?” T’mar asked, turning to B’nik.
The Benden Weyrleader nodded, running a hand wearily through his hair from front to back. “I thought it was a poor joke, but I didn’t have the time to track it down before Threadfall.”
T’mar grunted in understanding. “And now?”