The White Dragon p-4

by Anne McCaffrey

  Ruth, full of himself after a good feed, wanted to know if there was a nice lake near the hold. Jaxom thought that the river was wide enough for a respectable dragon's bath, but they weren't going there for water sports. They managed to take off without anyone seeing the second sack slung on Ruth or the fighting straps. Although the fire lizards engaged in their usual dizzy pattern around them while Ruth was becoming airborne, none emerged with them at the Plateau Hold.

  Fidello himself took receipt of the additional seed with such profuse thanks that Jaxom was a bit abashed at his duplicity.

  «Didn't like to mention it in front of the Lord Warder, Lord Jaxom, but that's a fair big field I've ready for this seed and I'd want to see a good return to justify Lord Lytol's opinion of me. Would you care for refreshment? My wife…»

  Only his wife? «It would be welcome. The morning's nippy.» He patted Ruth affectionately and dismounted, following Fidello into the hold. He was pleased to notice that the main Hall was as tidy as it had been for their expected visit. Corana was not in evidence, but Fidello's very pregnant wife was in no way misled by his casual return.

  «Everyone else has gone to the river, to the place where it forms an island, to gather withies. Lord Jaxom,» she said, glancing at him coquettishly, as she served him hot klah. «On your beautiful dragon, that's no more than a moment's trip for you, my Lord.»

  «Now why would Lord Jaxom want to see withies gathered?» Fidello asked, but received no direct answer.

  The social amenities discharged, Jaxom directed Ruth aloft, circled while waving down at Fidello, and then took them between to the mountain well beyond the keenest eye of any hold. The brown fire lizard followed.

  «Shells! Ruth, tell him to get lost.»

  Immediately the brown winked out.

  «Good, now I can teach you to chew firestone.»

  I know.

  «You think you know. I've been around dragonriders long enough to know that doing so is not quite as simple as that.»

  Ruth gave a sort of sniff as Jaxom dug a lump of firestone the size of his own generous fist out of the sack.

  «Now think of your other stomach!»

  Ruth lidded his eyes completely as he accepted the firestone. The noise as he chewed the lump startled him. His eyes came wide open, making Jaxom exclaim:

  «Should you make that much noise?»

  It is rock.

  He threw one lid over his eyes as he suddenly swallowed. I am thinking of my other stomach, he told Jaxom before he could be reminded. Later Jaxom swore that he could all but hear the chewed fragments rolling down the dragon's gullet. The two sat and regarded each other, waiting for the next step.

  «You're supposed to belch.»

  I know. I know how to belch. But I can't.

  Jaxom politely offered him another largish piece of firestone. This time the chewing did not resound so noticeably. Ruth swallowed, then seemed to settle more on his haunches.

  OH!

  On the heels of the mental exclamation, a rumble started that made Ruth look quickly at his white belly. His mouth opened. With a startled shout, Jaxom launched himself to one side just as a tiny trickle of flame appeared at the white dragon's muzzle. Ruth jerked backward, only saved from falling over by the set of his tail.

  I think I need more firestone to make a respectable flame.

  Jaxom offered several smallish lumps. Ruth made quick work of the chewing. And quicker work of the eruption of gas.

  That was much more the thing, Ruth said with satisfaction.

  «Wouldn't do much against Thread.»

  Ruth just opened his mouth for more firestone. What Jaxom had brought was all too quickly consumed. But with it, Ruth managed to sear a fair swath among the rock weeds.

  «I don't think we've got the hang of it.»

  We also haven't burned any Thread midair.

  «We aren't exactly ready to do that yet. But we have proved that you can chew firestone.»

  I never doubted it.

  «I never did either, Ruth, but,» Jaxom sighed heavily, «we're going to need a lot of firestone at hand, until you learn the way of sustaining a continuous eruption.»

  Ruth looked so disconsolate that Jaxom hastily reassured him, stroking his eye ridges and caressing his headbone.

  «We should have been allowed to train you properly with the other weyrlings. It's just not fair. I've always said so. You can't help your difficulties today. But, by the First Shell, we'll eventually succeed together.»

  Ruth allowed himself to be reassured, then brightened. We will work harder, that's all. But it would be easier with more firestone. Brown Wilth never uses much anymore. He's really too old to chew at all.

  «That's why he's a watchdragon.»

  Jaxom emptied the sack of any firestone rubble, tied it up by the neck thong and looped it around his belt. He hadn't needed the rope for fighting straps, after all. He was about to tell Ruth to transfer directly to Ruatha when he remembered that he had better consolidate his alibi for future use. He had no trouble finding the withie gatherers by the river island, and Corana eagerly came to meet him. She was very pretty, he realized, with a delicate flush to her skin and round greenish eyes. Her dark hair had escaped the braids about her face and now clung to her cheeks in damp waves.

  «Has there been Thread?» she asked, her green eyes becoming round with alarm.

  «No. Why?»

  «I can smell firestone.»

  «Oh, these riding clothes. I always use them during Fall. Smell must cling to them. I just didn't notice.»

  That was one hazard he hadn't considered and he'd have to do something about it. «I flew up with more seed for your brother…»

  She thanked him sweetly for taking so much trouble for such a small hold as theirs. Then she became shy. Jaxom rather liked drawing her out and sent her into another spin by insisting on helping with the withie gathering.

  «This Lord Holder wants to know how to do everything he requires of his holders,» he said, to silence her protests.

  Actually, he enjoyed himself. When they had amassed a huge bundle, he offered to fly it home on Ruth if she'd ride with him. Corana was honestly frightened but he assured her they'd only fly straight since she wasn't dressed for cold between. Jaxom got in a couple of kisses before Ruth circled to land his passengers at the hold. He decided that one way or another, Corana would no longer be just an excuse.

  When he had deposited her and the withies, he directed Ruth between to their mountain lake. Though he was in no mood for a cold bath, Jaxom knew they'd better scrub off the firestone stink before going back to Ruatha. It took time to sandscrub the smell from Ruth's fair hide. Then Jaxom had to dry his impregnated shirt and pants, spreading them in full sun on the bushes. By that time the sun was well past zenith and he had spent far more time than dallying with Corana would cover. So he took a risk and returned to Ruatha between time to when the sun was still on the morning side of the sky. But one detail he forgot to take into his calculations nearly gave away their endeavor.

  He was at dinner when his dragon let out a call for him, an urgent call. «Ruth!» he explained as he sprang from his chair at the table and raced across the Hall to the corridor to his quarters.

  My stomach burns, Ruth began telling him in great distress.

  «Shells, it's the stones,» Jaxom replied as he ran down the deserted hallway. «Go outside, to the fire heights. Where Wilth leaves his.»

  Ruth wasn't sure he could fly in his condition.

  «Nonsense. You can always fly.» Ruth had to disgorge his second stomach outside the weyr. Lytol might just follow to see what ailed the beast for him to interrupt Jaxom at dinner.

  I can't move. I'm weighed down in the middle.

  «You're just going to regurgitate the firestone ash. Dragons don't keep that in their stomachs: they can't pass it. The stuff has got to come back up.»

  I feel as if it will.

  «Not in the weyr, Ruth. Please!»

  Scarcely a second lat
er, Ruth eyed him apologetically. In the middle of the weyr floor, a small pile of what looked like brownish gray wet sand exuded steam.

  I feel much better now, Ruth said in a very small voice.

  «Can you hear Lytol coming?» Jaxom asked Ruth, because his heart was pounding so from running that that was all he could hear. He dashed out the metal doors and into the kitchen yard to fetch a bucket and shovel. «If I can just get this outside before it smells up the place…» He worked as fast as he could and fortunately the mess just filled the one bucket. It wasn't as if Ruth bad chewed enough firestone for a full four hour Threadfall.

  Jaxom pushed the bucket out and sprinkled sweet sand on the spot.

  «No Lytol?» he asked, somewhat surprised.

  No.

  Jaxom exhaled heavily with relief, patted Ruth reassuringly. He wouldn't forget to have Ruth regurgitate in a safe spot next time.

  When he resumed his place at the table, Jaxom offered no explanation and none was asked one more example of the new respect from his familiars.

  The next night he and Ruth filched as much fire stone as the dragon could carry from the most logical place the firestone mines in Crom. Half a dozen fire lizards appeared during their raid, and Ruth merely sent each one on its way as soon as it appeared.

  «Don't let them follow us.»

  They were only being courteous. They like me.

  «There's such a thing as being too popular.»

  Ruth sighed.

  «Is this too much firestone?» Jaxom asked, not wanting to overburden the beast.

  Of course not. I'm very strong.

  Jaxom directed Ruth between to the Keroon desert destination. There was the sea to bathe in afterward and plenty of sweetsand to scrub off firestone stench, and sun hot enough to dry his clothing in next to no time.

  CHAPTER V

  Morning in Harpercraft Hall, Fort Hold, Afternoon in Benden Weyr, Late Afternoon in Harpercraft Hall, 15.5.26

  ANOTHER THREADFALL PASSED before Jaxom could get off to the Plateau hold again. He seemed to have more success with Corana than in getting Ruth to sustain flame properly. The white dragon's throat was nearly burned from keeping in belches when fire lizards would suddenly appear at the most inopportune times. Jaxom was certain that every single one in Keroon Hold had had a look in. Even Ruth's patience was tried and they had to time it by a six hour span so that their absence from Ruatha would not be considered exceptional. Timing it tired him, Jaxom realized, as he fell into bed that night, exhausted and frustrated.

  To make matters worse he would have to go to the Masterharperhall the next day with Finder because the Ruathan Harper was scheduled to learn how to use Wansor's star equations. Every Harper was expected to master that so at least one other person besides the Holder could make an accurate check on Threadfall.

  The Masterharperhall was part of the sprawling complex of dwellings inside and outside the Fort Hold cliffs. When Jaxom and Finder, on Ruth, burst into the air above the Harpercrafthall, they met chaos. Fire lizards were swooping and diving, screaming in an ecstasy of agitation. The watchdragon on Fort Hold's fire heights was up on his hind legs, front ones pawing the air, wings fanning at the stretch, bellowing in fury.

  Angry! They are angry! was Ruth's startled comment. Ruth! I am Ruth! Ruth! he called in his inimitable tenor bugle.

  «What's happened?» Finder demanded in Jaxom's ear.

  «Ruth says they're angry.»

  «Angry? I've never seen a dragon that angry before!»

  Filled with apprehension, Jaxom directed Ruth to the courtyard of the Harpercrafthall. So many people were dashing around, with fire lizards zipping wildly about, that he had trouble finding a clear spot. No sooner had he landed than a wing of fire lizards danced about him, projecting anxious, agitated thoughts that Ruth told Jaxom made no sense to him and even less to Jaxom when he received them secondhand. He did perceive that these were Menolly's beasts, sent to find out where he was.

  «There you are! You got my message?» Menolly came racing out of the Hall up to them, dragging on her flying gear as she ran. «We've got to go to Benden Weyr. They've stolen the queen egg.»

  She was scrambling up behind Finder on Ruth's back, apologizing for crowding him and urging Jaxom to get a move on. «Are three too many for Ruth?» Menolly asked with belated concern as the white dragon seemed to hesitate before launching himself.

  Never.

  «Who stole Ramoth's egg? How? When?» Finder asked.

  «This half hour past. They're calling in all the bronzes and the other queens. They're going to Southern in force and make them give the egg back.»

  «How do they know it was Southern?» asked Jaxom.

  «Who else would need to steal a queen egg?»

  Then all conversation was suspended as Ruth took them smartly between. They erupted into the air over Benden, and suddenly three bronzes were arrowing out of the sun right at them, flaming. Ruth let out a squeal and went between, emerging over the lake and chattering at his would be attackers at the top of his voice.

  I'm Ruth. I'm Ruth. I'm Ruth!

  «That was close!» Finder said, gulping. His hands were pinching Jaxom's arms nerveless.

  You just missed my wing tip. I'm Ruth! They apologized, the white dragon added in a calmer tone to his rider. But he turned his wing tip for a close look.

  Menolly groaned. «I forgot to tell you we were to come in yelling who we were. You'd think Ruth at least would be passed without challenge.»

  As she spoke, more dragons appeared, trumpeting to the three bronzes guarding from the heights. The new arrivals circled tightly to land their riders by a crowd gathered around the entrance to the Hatching Ground. Jaxom, Finder and Menolly started across the Bowl to join them.

  «Jaxom, have you ever seen so many dragons?» Menolly looked around at the crowded Weyr rim, at the dragons on weyr ledges, all with wings spread, ready for instant flight. «Oh, Jaxom, what if it comes to dragon fighting dragon?»

  The terror in her voice echoed his own feelings perfectly.

  «Those fool Oldtimers must be desperate,» Finder said grimly.

  «How could they get away with such bare faced thievery?» Jaxom wanted to know. «Ramoth never leaves a clutch.» Not since the time F'lessan and I disturbed her eggs, he added guiltily to himself.

  «F'nor brought us the news,» Menolly said. «He said she'd gone to feed. Half the Benden fire lizards were in the Ground. They always are «

  «With an odd one or two visiting from the Southern Weyr, no doubt,» Finder added.

  Menolly nodded. «That's what F'nor said. So the Oldtimers would have known when she wasn't there. F'nor said she'd just killed when three bronzes appeared, passed the watchdragon.… I mean, why would the watchdragon question bronze dragons. They ducked in the upper tunnel to the Hatching Ground, Ramoth gave an almighty shriek and went between. The next thing three bronzes came flying out of the upper entrance, they had heard Ramoth scream. She came charging out of the Hatching Ground but they had gone between before she'd got a winglength off the ground.»

  «Didn't they send dragons after them?»

  «Ramoth went after! With Mnementh but a breath behind her. Not that it did any good.»

  «Why not?»

  «The bronzes went between time.»

  «And not even Ramoth would know when.»

  «Exactly. Mnementh checked the Southern Weyr and Hold and half the hot beaches.»

  «Not even the Oldtimers could be stupid enough to take a queen egg straight back to Southern.»

  «But surely the Oldtimers would not know,» Finder added wearily, «that we know they took the egg.»

  By that time they had reached the outskirts of the crowd, where dragonriders from other Weyrs as well as Lords Holder and Craftmasters had gathered. Lessa stood on the ledge of her weyr, F'lar beside her along with Fandarel and Robinton, who both looked extremely grim and anxious. N'ton stopped hallway down the steps, talking earnestly and with angry gestures to two other bronze ri
ders. Slightly to one side were the three other Benden weyrwomen, and several other women who must be queenriders from the other Weyrs. The atmosphere of outrage and frustration was oppressive. Dominating the entire scene was Ramoth, who paced up and down in front of the Hatching Ground, pausing now and again to peer in at the eggs remaining on the hot sands. Her tail started lashing and she let out angry buglings that obscured the discussions going on above her on the ledge.

  «It's dangerous to take an egg between,» someone in front of Jaxom and Menolly said.

  «I suppose it could go a ways, so long as the egg was good and warm to start and took no hurt.»

  «We ought to just mount up and go down and run those Oldtimers out of the Weyr.»

  «And have dragon fight dragon? You're as bad as the Oldtimers.»

  «But we can't have dragons stealing our queen eggs! This is the worst insult Benden's ever taken from the Oldtimers. And I say, make them pay for it.»

  «The Southern Weyr is desperate,» Menolly said in an undertone to Jaxom. «None of their queens has risen to mate. The bronzes are dying, and they don't even have any young greens.»

  Just then Ramoth gave a piteous cry, throwing her head up toward Lessa. Every dragon in the Weyr answered her call, deafening the humans. Jaxom could see Lessa leaning over the ledge, one hand outstretched toward the despairing queen. Then, because he was a good head above most of the crowd and looking that way, Jaxom saw something dark fluttering in the Hatching Ground. He heard a muffled cry of pain.

  «Look! What's that? In the Hatching Ground!» Only those around him heard his exclamation or noticed him pointing. All Jaxom could think of was that if the Southern bronzes were indeed dying, the Oldtimers might use this confusion to try and steal a bronze egg as well.

  He took to his heels, followed by Menolly and Finder, but he was overcome by such a wave of weakness that he was forced to stop. Something seemed to be sapping his strength, but Jaxom had no idea what it could be.

  «What's the matter, Jaxom?»