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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?

F’lessan shook his head, rolling up the sleeves of his rumpled Gather shirt. The sun wasn’t up very high yet, but even here by the sea, the air was getting warm with the new day.

“I suspect riders will investigate. Do you know if T’gellan learned anything?”

Tai shook her head, her lips twitching in amusement. “Green riders are the last to hear. Besides, Persellan sent me to my weyr. I went, but I couldn’t get comfortable.”

“Hmmm. That’s understandable, considering the number of bruises I just tended. Have you fellis to take?” He had returned her numbweed jar and now fumbled in his pouch.

“Yes, I do,” she replied and rose to her feet. “I help Persellan, you know. I’ve all I need.” She grinned. “Except my arms don’t bend to reach the awkward spots. Thanks. I think I will be able to rest now.”

“Promise?”

She cocked her head at him in mild reprimand. “You’re the one who needs to rest, bronze rider. Thank you for your concern.” She extended her hand toward Golanth. “Zaranth will take me back.”

And I will take you, F’lessan, Golanth said, rising to all four feet, to Honshu.

For a confused moment, F’lessan looked after Tai’s towel-draped body striding across the white sands to her dragon and saw her begin to dress.

It will make sense when you’ve had some sleep, Golanth remarked as rider and dragon watched the green make a graceful spring into the air, neatly down-winging to gain altitude and quickly reaching a gliding height on a sea thermal. Zaranth’s a good size for a green. You’re sweating. It’ll be cooler, and much nicer, in Honshu right now.

F’lessan rolled down his sleeves, shrugged into his riding gear, and jumped to his dragon’s back.

“Then let’s get there, please, Golly.”

They were already airborne when a horrible thought crossed F’lessan’s mind. What if yet another gang of Abominators had broken into Honshu during one of his absences and smashed some of the brittle artifacts?

You are silly-tired, Golanth said with exasperation. It takes days to walk there. Not even a runner trace to guide a stranger.

“Runners!” F’lessan exclaimed. “The Runners should be asked if they’ve seen any suspicious groups out on their tracks!”

Someone else will remember to do that. We’re going to Honshu. With that, Golanth took them between.

Fort Hold—late night—1.1.31