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"I say, Alessan," Tuero said as he tugged at the Lord Holder's sleeve, "where do you get all that white Benden?"
Alessan gri
"Secrets? Even from your harper?" Tuero tried to sound indignant.
"If you find out, I'll tell you if you're right."
Tuero brightened. "That's fair enough. If a harper can't find out– and this harper is very good at finding things out-if a harper can't find out, he doesn't have the right to know. Is that right, Alessan?" But Alessan's head reposed on the table; a snore issued from his half-open mouth. Tuero stared at him for a moment in mixed pity and rebuke, then pushed at the wineskin under his elbow and sighed in disgust. There wasn't more than a dribble in it.
Footsteps sounded behind Tuero. He turned. ,
"Has he finished it?" Rill asked.
"Yes, it's empty, and he's the only one who knows where the supply is!"
Rill smiled. "The foal is a male, a fine strong one. I thought Lord Alessan would like to know. Dag and Fergal are watching to be sure it stands and suckles." She looked down at the sleeping Lord Holder, an expression of ineffable tenderness lending her a look of quiet beauty.
Tuero blinked to be sure it was the wine that had enhanced the tall woman. She had good bones in her face, he decided after making an effort at concentration. With a bit of thought to her clothing, brighter colors, with hair longer than that unattractive crop, she'd be attractive. Unexpectedly her expression altered, and so did the illusion of beauty-once again she bore the resemblance that perplexed Tuero and Desdra.
"I know I know you," Tuero said.
"I'm not the sort of person a journeyman harper knows," she replied. "Get to your feet, Harper. I can't allow him to sleep in this uncomfortable position and he needs a proper rest."
"Not so sure I can stand."
"Try it." Her terse reply was issued with an authority that Tuero found himself obeying though he was shaky on his legs.
Rill was only half a head shorter than Alessan so she looped one limp arm over her shoulder, urging Tuero take the other. Between them they managed to get Alessan upright, though he remained only half-conscious of their efforts. Tuero had to cling with his free hand to the ba
"I wish ... I wish . . ." he began but lost the words to express that longing.
The doss-bed is still in the next room, Harper."
"Will you cover me up, too?" Tuero asked wistfully. Rill smiled and merely pointed to the pallet on the floor and shook out the blanket folded on it. With a sigh of weary gratitude, Tuero lay down on his side.
"You're good to a drunken sot of a harper," he murmured as he felt the blanket spread over him. "One day I'll rememmmm ..."
The morning began as any other in the Weyr. Though bothered by a lingering cough, Nesso had otherwise recovered from her illness. She brought Moreta breakfast and so many complaints about Gorta's management of the Lower Caverns during her illness that Moreta cut short the tirade by saying she had to check Leri's harness.
"I can't imagine why the queen riders would fly with Telgar after what M'tani did yesterday."
Moreta was grateful that the Fall would mask the queens' real activities and grateful, too, that Nesso had obviously not discerned that the rising to Fall was merely an excuse, that Telgar had nothing to do with the queens' flight that day.
"It's the last time," Moreta said, hastily draining her cup. "We had our duty to hold and hall!"
Orlith was carefully turning eggs on the hot sands, testing their shells with a gentle tongue. She was more solicitous of the queen egg and turned it nearly every hour; the lesser ones were rearranged only three or four times a day. Moreta would see Leri safely off on her mission and then take Orlith to the feeding ground. They would have to insist that drovers restock the Weyr, once the threat of plague was over. Just then there wasn't much choice among what beasts were left. She'd speak to Peterpar. Maybe wild wherries could be found nearby fattening on the spring growth in the lower range. Once the day was over, there'd be a lot of details she'd best attend and get affairs back to a normal pace. And then a real Search for candidates would be initiated.
Leri was dressed in her flying gear but grumpy.
"Maybe you'd better not fly your run if your joints are bothering you so much. Did you take enough fellis juice in your wine?"
"Hah! I knew there'd come a day when you'd beg me to take fellis juice!"
"I'm not begging you-"
"Well, you don't need to remind me either. Just didn't sleep well last night. Kept going over the details of what goes where and with whom. M'tani couldn't have picked a better time to be obnoxious." Leri was blackly sarcastic. "You're going to have to cope with Sh'gall today, you know, and all that injured dignity. Good thing we pla
"He's asleep."
"He should be! Gorta tells me he put away two wineskins on his own. Now, if you'll just pass that strap?-There!"
Holth nuzzled Moreta with unexpected affection as she bent her head to accept the neck strap, and Moreta gave her eye ridge a scrape.
"You'll take good care of Leri today, won't you, Holth?"
Of course!
"Of all the nerve. Talking behind a rider's back!" Leri pretended indignation, but she smiled warmly at Moreta before she tugged at the harness to be sure that the clips were secure. There!" She thumped Holth on the neck. "We'd best be off. I'm taking the upper ranges. When I collect the animal vaccine from Ruatha, shall I leave in any messages?"
"You'll wish them well, of course. And see what Holth thinks of Oklina."
"Naturally!"
Moreta accompanied Leri to the ledge and, as Holth crouched low, helped her mount. Leri fastened her riding straps, settled her small frame against Holth's ridge, and waved a negligent farewell. Moreta stepped back against the wall while Holth leaped off, her wing strokes strong and sure. She flew toward the feeding ground and then, in an instant, was gone between. Moreta worried at Holth's habit of nipping between so soon after takeoff, but the dragon was old. After they had treated everyone, Moreta was going to present the strongest possible arguments to Leri about continuing flight at all. The wise old Weyrwoman could be exceedingly useful down at Ista where the climate would be much kinder to both dragon and rider.
Other dragons were at the feeding ground, Moreta noticed, after reaching her decision about Leri's future. The sparse numbers of the Weyr herd stampeded to the lake and some ambled into the water. A pursuing green had a fine time splashing after a wherry, and sprays of water made rainbow dazzles in the midmorning sun. The green's triumphant bugle was somewhat muffled by the wet mass in her mouth. Instead of flying up to her ledge to savor her meal, the green veered low and deposited the wherry at the feet of the blue dragon on the far side of the lake. Tigrath had preyed for Dilenth, A'dan and F'duril standing by. Unless Moreta's eyes deceived her, the third man watching the exchange was Peterpar, the Weyr herdsman.
When she joined the trio, Peterpar was finalizing the details of a wherry hunt to be held that afternoon if the weather kept fair.
"They've nooks they squeeze into up in the ravines, Moreta," Peterpar explained. "If it stays su