Chapters (64)
- Other titles by Anne McCaffreyPublished by Ballantine Books:
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Contents
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- INTRODUCTION
- PROLOGUE
- At a Gather—6.15.30
- Part 1
- Turnover at Landing—1.1.31 Present Pass Aivas—Aivas Adjusted Turn 2553
- Benden Weyr—1.1.31
- Southern Hold—1.1.31
- Healer Hall—1.1.31
- Back at Landing—1.2.31
- Fort Hold—late night—1.1.31
- Fort Hold Runner Station—1.2.31
- Keroon Printer Hall—1.3.31
- Benden Weyr—midday—1.3.31
- Monaco Bay Weyr—five days later—1.8.31
- Part 2
- Ruatha Hold—local time 12:04 in the morning—1.9.31
- Telgar Weyr—local time 4:04 in the morning—1.9.31
- Benden Weyr—local time 6:04 in the morning—1.9.31
- Harper Hall—local time 1:00 in the morning—1.9.31
- Landing—local time 10:12 mid-morning—1.9.31
- In the Conference Room at Landing—1.9.31
- Monaco Weyr—10:22 in the morning—Timing it
- In the Conference Room at Landing—local time 1:10–1.9.31
- Sunrise Cliff Seahold—timed-back
- In the Conference Room—local time 2:12 at Landing—1.9.31
- Back at Landing—local time—3:40
- Harper Hall—5:00 in the morning, and Southern Hold—2:00 in the morning–1.9.31
- Landing—late afternoon—1.9.31
- Same time at Keroon Printer Hall—local time 11:15—1.9.31
- Later, on an unusually bright evening at Landing, Sunrise Cliff, and Honshu Hold—1.9.31
- Part 3
- Honshu—1.10.31
- Circle Runner Station—1.18.31
- Harper Hall
- Benden Weyr—
- Benini Hold—east Monaco and Honshu—1.20.31
- Harper Hall—1.28.31
- Honshu Hold—2.1.31
- Fort Hold—2.13.31
- Printer Hall at Wide Bay—same night
- Honshu Hold—2.9.31
- Night at Wide Bay—2.9.31
- Ruatha Hold—late evening—2.9.31
- Core Hold—two days before Council Meeting—2.26.31
- Part 4
- Honshu Weyrhold—2.26–27.31
- Council Meeting at Telgar Hold—3.1.31
- Honshu Weyrhold—3.01.31
- Interim at Benden and elsewhere
- Honshu Weyrhold—time passing slowly
- Landing—3.21.31
- Honshu Weyrhold—3.21.31
- Southern Hold—3.23.31
- Honshu Weyrhold—3.27.31
- Benden Weyr—3.27.31
- Cove Hold—same day, same approximate time
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“I’m away. Golanth will inform Ramoth!” He raised his hand in farewell and the big bronze ran a few steps to launch himself and abruptly disappeared.
“You must have a word with him,” Lessa said under her breath to her weyrmate, scowling.
“Why?”
“He shouldn’t take off that quickly and scarcely a wing’s span above the ground. He’s setting a bad example for young riders.”
F’lar grinned, surreptitiously looking around. “No young riders nearby and it’s still too dark for him to have been seen.”
Lessa glared up at him. “I doubt he checked. For all we know, S’lan may have seen. You know how he tries to be like his father.”
“Let’s finish our breakfast. Now, while we’ve a chance.”
“With that thing still glowering overhead?”
“Why not? We’ve seen the displays. If it starts to drop on us, we’re safer in the Lower Cavern than out here. And it’s cold.”
With that, Lessa agreed and, with one last look at yet another trio of bright flarings, she huddled close against his warmth on their way back inside.
Harper Hall—local time 1:00 in the morning—1.9.31
Drum messages from Telgar Hold had roused Sebell. Beside him, Menolly groaned.
“Now what?”
“ ‘Shooting stars, unexpected, confirm.’ Confirm what?” Sebell said, hauling his heavy robe from the chair.
“At this hour? Couldn’t it wait until morning?” Menolly complained sleepily.
“Probably,” Sebell replied, tying the belt tightly to keep out the cold. “But Larad’s not generally nervous.” He went to the window of their bedroom. He couldn’t see anything in the east, as the cliffs around Fort Hold occluded his view. He did see a light come on up at the Hold.
Groghe! He said the name to himself. The old Lord did not sleep well at night, so he’d hear any drum message and want a full report. Sebell sighed.
“Go back to sleep, Menolly,” he said softly and watched her, with the deep and abiding affection he had for his extraordinarily talented mate, as she cuddled into the warm spot he had just left. He picked up the hand light, found his fleece-lined house shoes, and made his way through their apartment, down the stairs. Ronchin, who was on duty in the Hall, was turning on more lights. He pointed out the window and Sebell saw a figure running down the steps of the Hold, toward the short tunnel that linked the Hold with the Hall. Haligon, probably, Groghe’s usual messenger. He was not particularly surprised to see a dragon settle in the big forecourt of the Harper Hall. He gestured for Ronchin to throw up the bar on the heavy door and open one leaf for their visitors.