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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?

All that dancing he tried to tell me he didn’t enjoy, Lessa replied.

“We need younger minds dealing with all the changes,” she said aloud.

He turned his amber eyes on her, amused and slightly condescending. “Young heads can be as certain that they are right as the old ones. And no experience to draw on.” He ate another pastry, licking his fingers as the juice within leaked. “Idarolan’s been studying astronomy with that journeyman of Wansor’s. He got Morilton to make him some special mirrors for a telescope to set up on that bridge of his down at Nerat’s Ankle.”

“For all that I like Curran as Masterfishman, I’ll miss Idarolan’s sly wit in the Council.” She took another tidbit and then a sigh escaped her lips after she swallowed. “I shall miss them. I’ll miss them all.”

F’lar reached over the table to cover her thin, small, but remarkably capable hand, squeezing her fingers.

“We both shall, love.” He picked up his glass. “To absent friends.”

She raised hers, the glasses touched, and they finished off their wine.

Simultaneously they rose. F’lar slipped his arm about her slender shoulders, drawing her against his body as they walked in step to the sleeping room.

Lessa didn’t think she’d gotten to sleep before they were both roused by angry dragon trumpeting.

Southern Hold—1.1.31

Toric was recovering from too much wine consumed the night before. The red had definitely been too young to be potable, even if it had come from his own vineyard and therefore was handy and cost him nothing. Except this morning’s headache. Well, it took time to establish vines and, considering the cost of the starts from Benden, he had been eager to see some return on the investment. MasterVintner Welliner’s estimate of how much wine he would be bottling from the hillsides under cultivation was inaccurate, too. If this year’s press was not up to what he’d been led to believe he could expect, he’d have a long chat with Welliner. Toric slowly opened dry eyes in his aching skull.

“You’re getting old, Father,” Besic said. He handed Toric a steaming mug. “Mother’s compliments.”

Toric stifled a groan as he took the mug. Though he knew from experience that Ramala’s morning-after cure was efficacious, the steam was slightly nauseating and he averted his head before attempting the first gulp.

Besic settled himself in the sling chair, stretching his legs out and crossing his ankles, thumbs hooked in his belt as he regarded his father with a bland expression.

“Hosbon’s here. Sailed in from Largo last night. Got here at dawn.”