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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?

Lady Medda had pushed herself to her feet—she had a cane on which she leaned heavily—as she extended her right arm in a gesture that still retained a vestige of youthful grace.

“We owe you, dragonriders. We owe you much.” Behind her, the wet and bedraggled seaholders paused in transferring their belongings and, as one, bowed!

“We owe you much, dragonriders.”

The dignified simplicity of their tribute rewarded all three riders for the effort they had made to save the ships. Then Lias and Petan waited until Binness’s dam had reseated herself before they carried her into the shelter of the forest.

“Send the lads out to see what fruit’s on the ground. Find enough dry wood to build a fire …” Lady Medda was saying as she went.

“Thought you were dead, F’lessan,” C’reel murmured, his face wet. “Here, get your arms in your jacket or you’ll freeze solid between.”

“When St’ven saw F’lessan’s hands trembling, he did the jacket fastenings, then found F’lessan’s helmet and put that on, too. Then he and C’reel heaved the bronze rider astride Golanth. “You’re some Wingleader, F’lessan. Proud to fly with you!”

“I, too, bronze rider,” C’reel said and saluted before he ran to his waiting brown.

In the Conference Room—local time 2:12 at Landing—1.9.31

“I’ve got to break the news to Toric?” F’nor demanded, staring first at his half brother, then at Idarolan who nodded emphatically.

“You and K’van are the logical messengers,” F’lar said. “I’d send G’bol as my emissary but he’s …” He quirked one eyebrow expressively. “… making time.”

K’van shrugged, raising both hands in reluctant acceptance. The expression on his angular, tanned face did not suggest great enthusiasm for the task. “We could take Sintary with us. He’s used to dealing with Toric.”

“He respects me,” Idarolan said with one of his fierce growls. “Get him organized and we can proceed on to assist at Southern Boll,” he added with a quick sideways glance at young Janissian. He’d heard good things about her, taking hold with her grandmother ever since old Sangel became so erratic. This might be an excellent time for the girl to show her leadership qualities. She was the best of Sangel’s blood. “Unless, of course, Master Curran,” and he deferred amiably to the successor of his rank, “you have need of me.”

“I have need of you, Master Idarolan,” Ciparis of Nerat put in quickly, almost apologetically. “Nerat has more coastline to be affected.” He glanced at F’lar. “We’ll need so much help.”

“Sweepriders are already out informing holders,” F’lar said, “but, Master Idarolan, if you will share those invaluable charts of yours?”

“They can be copied, indeed, they can.” Idarolan slid out the relevant sheets.