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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Lessa had had a woodsmith make a cabinet with long, deep drawers where they could store the documents and charts that displayed chosen sites in the southern continent. The fact that the Weyrleaders controlled such dispositions rankled with many but, after heated debate in the Council, that had been agreed. What had also been stipulated was that each new holding had to be self-sufficient and had to have instructions about the dangers, as well as the advantages, of life in the south.
F’lar found the chart, flipped it to the worktop, angled M’rand’s map, and found the coordinates.
“You’re not asking for very much.”
“Don’t need much, and it’s one in the eye for Toric,” M’rand said.
Pilgra and Lessa came over as F’lar was outlining the new hold with a silver marker, reserved for dragonriders.
“A hundred square meters?” Lessa exclaimed. “A patch!”
“The nicest patch you could imagine,” Pilgra assured her stolidly and started to describe the amenities. “There might even have been an Original Settlement there. Stones piled, like they finally fell, and just where you’d get a marvelous view of the sea below. All kinds of trees and it was so warm for First Month.”
“There really aren’t that many holdings allotted there yet, are there?” M’rand said, surprised.
“More than there were,” Lessa said, “and far fewer than there will be when certain folk can make up their minds.” She favored her mate with a dour look.
“More than I expected,” Pilgra said with a sweeping glance of the chart. “That isn’t all of Southern there is.”
“No, it’s not,” F’lar said, tapping the drawer. “That’s just the Cathay area, eight degrees to ten degrees longitude, fifty to twenty latitude. From the aerial photos on the Aivas scale, so they’re big enough to delineate holds. I’ll send the official register down to Admin.” He opened another drawer and took out the register documents, which he tossed back inside. Opened a third, smaller one and took out a form. “This’ll be your Deed.” He riffled the side to show there were several pages. “I’ll just fill it in, Lessa and I will sign it, and get it witnessed by the Weyr harper and perhaps Manora or G’bol and the holding’s yours.”
M’rand blinked. “Just like that?”
F’lar grinned. “You’re Weyrleaders. You’re entitled to your choice and require no further Council authorization.” He leaned over the worktop, filling in the form, printing quickly but legibly, M’rand watching him.
“But it takes other people so much longer?” Pilgra asked, cocking her head to one side, her expression concerned.