Chapters (51)
- Contents
- Map
- Prelude
- CHAPTER I
- CHAPTER II
- CHAPTER III
- CHAPTER IV
- CHAPTER V
- CHAPTER VI
- CHAPTER VII
- CHAPTER VIII
- CHAPTER IX
- CHAPTER X
- CHAPTER XI
- CHAPTER XII
- CHAPTER XIII
- CHAPTER XIV
- CHAPTER XV
- CHAPTER XVI
- Dragondex
- THE WEYRS IN ORDER OF FOUNDING
- THE MAJOR HOLDS AS BOUND TO THE WEYRS
- Fort Weyr
- Benden Weyr
- High Reaches Weyr
- Igen Weyr
- Ista Weyr
- Telgar Weyr
- Southern Weyr
- THE PRINCIPAL LORDS (AND THEIR HOLDS)
- CRAFTMASTERS AND MASTERCRAFTSMEN
- Crafter
- Rank/craft
- Location
- OWNERS OF FIRE-LIZARDS
- Owner
- Lizard(s)
- SOME TERMS OF INTEREST
- PERNESE OATHS
- THE PEOPLE OF PERN
- Dedication
- By Anne McCaffrey
- THE CRYSTAL SINGER BOOKS
- By Anne McCaffrey and Elizabeth Anne Scarborough
- THE TWINS OF PETAYBEE
- THE BARQUE CATS
- THE DRAGONRIDERS OF PERN® BOOKS
- By Anne McCaffrey and Todd McCaffrey
- By Todd McCaffrey
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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I like him, Prideth told her rider. And he is really devoted to you. You are not kind to him.
“Kindness gets you nowhere,” Kylara snapped back at her beast. She turned with indolent reluctance to the Weyrleader. “What’s on your mind?”
T’bor flushed as he always did when he heard that note in Kylara’s voice. She meant to unsettle him.
“I need to know how many weyrs are free. Telgar Weyr is asking.”
“Ask Brekke. How should I know?”
T’bor’s flush deepened and he set his jaw. “It is customary for the Weyrwoman to direct her own staff…”
“Custom be Thread-bared! She knows. I don’t. And I don’t see why Southern should be constantly host to every idiot rider who can’t dodge Thread.”
“You know perfectly well, Kylara, why Southern Weyr…”
“We haven’t had a single casualty of any kind in seven Turns of Thread.”
“We don’t get the heavy, constant Threadfall that the northern continent does, and now I understand…”
“Well, I don’t understand why their wounded must be a constant drain on our resources…”
“Kylara. Don’t argue with every word I say.”
Smiling, Kylara turned from him, pleased that she had pushed him so close to breaking his childish resolve.
“Find out from Brekke. She enjoys filling in for me.” She glanced over her shoulder to see if he understood exactly what she meant. She was certain that Brekke shared his bed when Kylara was otherwise occupied. The more fool Brekke, who, as Kylara well knew, was pining after F’nor. She and T’bor must have interesting fantasies, each imagining the other the true object of their unrequited loves.
“Brekke is twice the woman and far more fit to be Weyrwoman than you!” T’bor said in a tight, controlled voice.
“You’ll pay for that, you scum, you snivelling boy-lover,” Kylara screamed at him, enraged by the unexpectedness of his retaliation. Then she burst out laughing at the thought of Brekke as the Weyrwoman, or Brekke as passionate and adept a lover as she knew herself to be. Brekke the Bony, with no more roundness at the breast than a boy. Why, even Lessa looked more feminine.