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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When they finally settled at the table on the porch where the three dragonriders could keep an eye on their water-sporting dragons, F’lessan was wearing clothes supplied by Erragon while his dried. They’d had fresh klah and fruit. Boxed and ready for transport were the remote units that would control the Honshu scope from the main level. A technician, highly recommended by Master Benelek, would install these and the circuitry necessary to operate the opening and closing of the observatory roof.
“What I want to know, F’lessan, Tai,” Master Wansor asked, almost testy with impatience, “is what’s happened to the feline problem?”
That was perhaps the last question the two dragonriders expected, and they stared at each other. Lytol and D’ram flinched at their blind friend’s tactlessness.
“Yes, well, Master Wansor,” Tai began, recovering more quickly than F’lessan. “None have been seen around Honshu lately. The holders protect their fields with dragon dung and firestone mash, so we’ve spread that mixture on our perimeter. Seems to do the job.”
“I understand,” Lytol added, shifting in his chair after Wansor’s blunder, “that Master Ballora sent teams to investigate the habits and lairs of these creatures on Southern.” He paused. “She’s of the opinion that they were originally developed to hunt the large variety of tunnel snakes that preyed on herdbeasts in the early colonial days. The experiment went wrong, the creatures escaped, and, with no predators to inhibit their numbers, they proliferated unchallenged after the Ancients went north. It would be an impossible, as well as a very dangerous, task to eradicate them. Master Oldive suggests that it should be possible to decrease their numbers by using bait tainted with an infertility substance, but first the species must be examined. Master Ballora is not the only Council member who is adamant that we may not do away with any species that inhabits this planet.”
“Except Thread,” F’lessan murmured, his sense of mischief suddenly dominant.
Lytol gave him a long, almost amused look. “That organism is not indigenous.”
“No more than the felines,” D’ram put in, “since they were developed by the Ancients.” He shuddered.
“I shouldn’t like to think that there were any lurking near,” Wansor added, his face furrowed.
“Not with Tiroth on duty,” D’ram said stoutly, patting Wansor on the hand.
Erragon cleared his throat, taking charge of conversation. “Quite true. Quite true. Now I want to thank you, F’lessan and Tai, for the work you’ve already completed, analyzing the images I sent. What I’d like to know is—” and the Star Master hesitated.
“If we’d be willing to undertake regular reviews of the southern starscape,” F’lessan finished. “I think from T’gellan’s presence here today,” he said, glancing at Tai, “that Tai must gradually return to her duties with Monaco Weyr. With their agility, speed, and control, greens are the most useful dragon in any Fall.”