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  1. Other titles by Anne McCaffreyPublished by Ballantine Books:
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright
  4. Dedication
  5. Contents
  6. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  7. INTRODUCTION
  8. PROLOGUE
  9. At a Gather—6.15.30
  10. Part 1
  11. Turnover at Landing—1.1.31 Present Pass Aivas—Aivas Adjusted Turn 2553
  12. Benden Weyr—1.1.31
  13. Southern Hold—1.1.31
  14. Healer Hall—1.1.31
  15. Back at Landing—1.2.31
  16. Fort Hold—late night—1.1.31
  17. Fort Hold Runner Station—1.2.31
  18. Keroon Printer Hall—1.3.31
  19. Benden Weyr—midday—1.3.31
  20. Monaco Bay Weyr—five days later—1.8.31
  21. Part 2
  22. Ruatha Hold—local time 12:04 in the morning—1.9.31
  23. Telgar Weyr—local time 4:04 in the morning—1.9.31
  24. Benden Weyr—local time 6:04 in the morning—1.9.31
  25. Harper Hall—local time 1:00 in the morning—1.9.31
  26. Landing—local time 10:12 mid-morning—1.9.31
  27. In the Conference Room at Landing—1.9.31
  28. Monaco Weyr—10:22 in the morning—Timing it
  29. In the Conference Room at Landing—local time 1:10–1.9.31
  30. Sunrise Cliff Seahold—timed-back
  31. In the Conference Room—local time 2:12 at Landing—1.9.31
  32. Back at Landing—local time—3:40
  33. Harper Hall—5:00 in the morning, and Southern Hold—2:00 in the morning–1.9.31
  34. Landing—late afternoon—1.9.31
  35. Same time at Keroon Printer Hall—local time 11:15—1.9.31
  36. Later, on an unusually bright evening at Landing, Sunrise Cliff, and Honshu Hold—1.9.31
  37. Part 3
  38. Honshu—1.10.31
  39. Circle Runner Station—1.18.31
  40. Harper Hall
  41. Benden Weyr—
  42. Benini Hold—east Monaco and Honshu—1.20.31
  43. Harper Hall—1.28.31
  44. Honshu Hold—2.1.31
  45. Fort Hold—2.13.31
  46. Printer Hall at Wide Bay—same night
  47. Honshu Hold—2.9.31
  48. Night at Wide Bay—2.9.31
  49. Ruatha Hold—late evening—2.9.31
  50. Core Hold—two days before Council Meeting—2.26.31
  51. Part 4
  52. Honshu Weyrhold—2.26–27.31
  53. Council Meeting at Telgar Hold—3.1.31
  54. Honshu Weyrhold—3.01.31
  55. Interim at Benden and elsewhere
  56. Honshu Weyrhold—time passing slowly
  57. Landing—3.21.31
  58. Honshu Weyrhold—3.21.31
  59. Southern Hold—3.23.31
  60. Honshu Weyrhold—3.27.31
  61. Benden Weyr—3.27.31
  62. Cove Hold—same day, same approximate time
  63. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  64. What’s next onyour reading list?

Just get me close enough to drop on it. F’lessan swung his right leg over the last neck ridge, slightly swaying with Golanth’s maneuvering to get directly over the roof. Golanth raised his foreleg. This was an exercise rider and dragon had perfected in drill for use when the dragon couldn’t land and the rider had to reach the ground. F’lessan smoothly dropped to the sturdy forearm, his feet dangling in the air as he let his hands slide down to Golanth’s paw, hanging on to the talons.

Right over the entrance, F’lessan added. I’ll just drop to the ground. Someone’ll break my fall.

His right foot connected with something solid. He dropped to all fours on the roof, sliding down backward until his feet caught on the drain. Slipped on that and slithered until his knees lodged briefly in the rain gully.

“Drop, dragonrider,” someone below him shouted. “We’ll catch you.”

Hands tugged at the toes of his boot. He went limp, committed to the downward fall. Instantly his ankles were caught, then hands fastened on his knees, letting him down, supporting his thighs. In the next moment he was on his feet, being congratulated and enthusiastically thumped for the success of his daring stunt.

Made it, he said somewhat smugly to Golanth who was hovering above.

“Thanks! Thanks, thanks!” he said, skewing around to those behind him and then turned to the door. “Benden Weyr’s orders,” he said to the two guards who were preventing anyone from entering. The crowd behind was bombarding him with a babble of questions. “I’m F’lessan. Lemme in,” he shouted above the tumult.

They did, immediately resuming their defensive postures. F’lessan strode forward, wondering how much time that stunt had taken, opening his jacket and peeling the helmet off.

She’s here, Golanth said.

Which she? F’lessan’s tone was amused.

Both of them. She studies stars, you know, Golanth added. She’s shared night watches at Cove Hold.

Then please inform Zaranth that F’lessan requires her rider’s assistance in the Interface office.

F’lessan turned back to the door guards. “The Monaco Weyrleader’s on his way in.” He had to shout to be heard above the babble outside. “See that green rider Tai comes in, too, as quickly as possible.” Then to all the others shouting questions, he smiled and waved, saying “We’ll sort it all out and report to you shortly.”

Monarth said he saw how you got in, F’lessan, and Golanth rumbled with amusement. They’ll try it.

Maybe Mirrim will break a leg, F’lessan muttered, feeling uncharitable toward her. As he continued, he nodded in a blithe, unconcerned manner to a knot of anxious men and women at the other end of the reception area and hurried down the right-hand hall to the Yokohama Interface offices.