‘Why would dragons be coming?’ Menolly asked, and that lump of fear grew a few sizes larger. ‘It isn’t time for Threadfall again, is it?’ She doubted that Lord Sangel would send dragonriders to discipline a mere apprentice.
‘I told you,’ and Piemur sounded exasperated with her obtuseness. ‘The masters were closeted yesterday and today, reassigning journeymen. So,’ and he shrugged as if that explained the presence of dragonriders, ‘the dragons transport them to the new holds. Two blues, a green, and … hey … a bronze!’ He was impressed. ‘I wonder who rates the bronze!’
Now the Fort Hold watch dragon bugled a welcome and was answered by the circling beasts. Beauty and the other fire lizards added their trill of greeting.
‘Oh, no,’ Piemur groaned. ‘They’re landing in the field, and we just got it cleaned up!’
‘Dragons are not runner beasts,’ said Menolly in a tart voice. ‘And don’t stuff Lazy, Rocky and Mimic so fast. They’ll choke. You’ll see the dragonriders soon enough, I expect, if they’re coming here for the journeymen.’
Piemur was not the only apprentice with sharp eyes. Soon the courtyard was spotted with groups of curious lads. The dragonriders strode out of the shadows of the arch, and Menolly distinguished the colours of Istan, Igen, Telgar and Benden Weyrs on the dragonriders’ tunics. And none of them a watch-dragonrider wearing the colours of Boll. Then she recognized the Benden dragonrider as T’gellan.
‘Menolly! I’ve got ’em for you,’ he shouted across the courtyard, waving an oddly shaped mass above his head. He spoke to his companions, who continued onward to the steps of the Hall where Domick, Talmor and Sebell waited to greet the dragonmen. T’gellan then strode at an oblique angle towards Menolly. As he neared her, she realized that he carried a pair of boots by their laces: boots tanned blue with cuffs of blue-hued wild wherry down.
‘Here you are, Menolly! Felena was in a state, worrying that those light slippers would wear out before you got these. I see the toes are going, aren’t they? Keeping you on ’em here, are they? But you’re looking good. Say, your fire lizards are growing, aren’t they?’ He beamed approvingly at Menolly, then at Camo and Piemur, whose eyes were enormous at this proximity to a real bronze dragonrider. ‘Glad you’ve got some help.’
‘This is Piemur and that’s Camo, and they’ve both been marvellous help.’
‘Will this lad be ready for a fire lizard then?’ asked T’gellan with a sly wink at Menolly.
‘Why do you think he’s helping me?’ asked Menolly, unable to resist teasing Piemur.
‘Aw, Menolly.’ Unexpectedly Piemur was blushing, eyes downcast and so thoroughly out of countenance that Menolly relented.
‘Truly, T’gellan, Piemur’s been a staunch and true friend since the first day I got here. I couldn’t manage without him and Camo.’
‘Camo feed pretties. Camo very good feeding pretties!’
T’gellan gave her a startled look, but he slapped the drudge affectionately on the back. ‘Good man, Camo. You keep on helping Menolly with her pretties.’
‘More food for pretties?’ Camo perked up.
‘No, no more now, Camo. Pretties aren’t hungry now,’ Menolly said hurriedly.
‘Have you finished with Camo yet, Menolly?’ Abuna appeared at the kitchen door, ‘Oh!’ She was startled to see the company her half-witted drudge was keeping.
‘Camo help Abuna now. Pretties fed, Camo. You help Abuna!’ Menolly gave Camo the customary turn and push towards the kitchen.
‘Now, Menolly, you sit there, on the steps,’ said T’gellan, pointing, ‘and try these boots on. Felena gave me explicit instructions that I was to see if they fit. Because if they don’t …’ T’gellan left the threat hanging.
‘They ought to: the Weyr tanner took my measure …’ said Menolly as she discarded the worn slippers and put on the right boot. ‘I don’t see how he could miss, even if my feet were still a bit swollen. Oh, it fits! It fits just fine. And so soft inside. Why,’ and she put her hand in the left boot, ‘he’s lined it with soft hide …’
‘You’ll need the double protection, Menolly,’ said T’gellan, and then his face took on a look of pure mischief, ‘particularly if you do any more running …’
‘I’m not running anywhere anymore,’ she said firmly. And hastily forgot about Lord Sangel and Pona. ‘Please thank Felena, and give my love to Mirrim, and thank Manora and everyone …’
‘Hey, hey, I just got here. I’m not going anywhere yet. I’ll see you before I go, but I’d better join the others now.’
‘And a dragonrider … a bronze dragonrider brings you blue harper boots …’ Piemur’s eyes were enormous with astonishment as they both watched T’gellan’s lanky figure striding towards the Hall entrance.
‘I don’t suppose they wanted to waste leathers they’d already cut to fit me when they thought I’d be staying on in the Weyr,’ Menolly said, nonetheless deeply touched by the gift. She wiggled her toes against the smooth soft hide. She wouldn’t need to bother Silvina for new footwear now. And harper blue! Why, she was harper-garbed from head to toe now.
The supper bell rang, and the curious knots of boys and journeymen blended into a throng, converging at various speeds on the steps. Along the walls opposite the dining hall as she and Piemur entered, Menolly saw backsacks and instrument cases.
‘I told you,’ Piemur nudged her in the ribs. ‘Journeymen are being assigned tonight. There’ll be gaps at the oval tables tomorrow.’
Menolly nodded, thinking that there would be some frantic masters, too, with fewer journeymen to help.
T’gellan was at the round table, but Menolly noticed that the other dragonriders were standing on the journeymen’s side of the dining hall. She made her way to her seat beside Audiva, still that space left between Audiva and Briala. Piemur stood opposite Audiva and Menolly.
Special meat and fish rolls accompanied the customary soup, and there were sharp cheeses, bread and, afterwards, wedges of beachberry pies. Piemur grumbled because the pies should be hot, and Menolly countered that he ought to be grateful for the treat so soon after a gather!
Talk was spirited throughout the hall, although the seven girls continued their silent treatment of Audiva and Menolly. There was a current of excitement in the air, much of it from the journeymen’s tables.
‘They’re only told in advance that they’re being assigned, you know,’ Piemur told Menolly and Audiva. ‘Not where. Eight of them going, if I counted the packs right. The Masterharper really means to spread the word.’
‘Word?’ Timiny was baffled.
‘Don’t you listen to anything, Timiny.’ Piemur was disgusted. ‘Bet you not one of those journeymen is going back to his own Hold or crafthall, like they used to do. Masterharper’s set on shuffling everyone around. Cross-crafting with a vengeance. They all got copies of your songs, Menolly?’
Suddenly the moment everyone had been anticipating happened. The gong shimmered, and before the metallic tones had died away, the hall was still. Every eye was on the Masterharper who had risen from the table.
‘Now, my friends, without further ado and to permit those holding their breaths, to breathe, I will announce the postings.’ He paused, grinning, as he glanced around the hall. Then he looked across the apprentices’ tables to the journeymen.
‘Journeyman Farnol, Gar is your assignment, in Ista. Journeyman Sefran, please do what you can to improve understanding and extend enlightenment in Telgar at Balen Hold. Journeyman Campiol, you are also Telgar-bound, to the Minercrafthall under Facenden. See what you can do to improve the quality of metal for our pipes and brasses. Journeyman Dermently, I’d like you to assist Wansor, the Starsmith at Telgar Smithcrafthall.’ There was a murmur of surprise from Dermently’s companions. ‘You have the finest hand with drafting, and while I am sorry to rob Master Arnor of his most accurate copyist, your efforts are essential if Wansor’s studies are to progress and be properly recorded.
‘There’s a small seahold on Igen Riv
er mouth that requires a man of your tolerance and good nature, Journeyman Strud. I also want you to keep an eye open on the beaches for possible fire lizard mounds. You are, however, to report them to your Holder, not to me.’ The regret in the Masterharper’s voice caused a ripple of amusement to run through his audience. ‘Journeyman Deece is also Igen bound, to the Hold. Harper Bantur needs a young assistant. He’s a dab hand at bringing on a good harper to understand the complexity of a master harper’s job. And you’ve the new songs to give him as well. Journeyman Petillo, it’s no sinecure, but I need your patience and tact at Bitra to bolster Harper Fransman.
‘Journeyman Rammany, Lord Asgenar at Lemos has asked for someone from Master Jerint’s hands. You’ll work principally with Woodsmith Benelek, and I don’t think you’ll find that too onerous a task with such wood as Benelek dries for us. However, be sure you’re on hand to choose the next consignment of wood for our use, and Master Jerint will bless you.
‘Will all the journeymen please come to the Great Hall for a farewell cup of wine? Benden wine, of course. But first, I’ve one more very pleasant and unusual announcement.
‘To be a harper requires many talents, as you all ought to realize by now,’ and he frowned at the very youngest of the apprentices who giggled nervously. ‘Not all of these skills need be learned within these walls. Indeed, many of our most valuable lessons are more forcefully learned at some distance from this hallowed Hall,’ and he frowned at the journeymen, who grinned back at him. ‘However, when the fundamentals of our craft have been well and truly learned, I insist that we hold no one back from the rank they are entitled to by knowledge and ability, and in this case, rare talent. Sebell, Talmor, since neither of you will resign in the other’s favour …’
A silence emphasized by Piemur’s tiny gasp of astonishment fell over the dining hall as Sebell and Talmor rose from their table and walked up the aisle by the hearth. They stopped. Startled, Menolly looked up at Sebell’s shy grin and Talmor’s broad smile.
She couldn’t grasp the significance of their presence, though she heard Audiva’s cry of joy and saw the stunned amazement on the faces of Briala and Timiny. She glanced wildly about her, saw Master Robinton grinning, nodding, gesturing for her to rise. But it wasn’t until Piemur kicked her on the shins that she shed her paralysis.
‘You’re supposed to walk the tables, Menolly,’ Piemur said in an audible hiss. ‘Get up and walk. You’re a journeyman now. You’ve made journeyman.’
‘Menolly’s a journeyman! Menolly’s a journeyman!’ echoed the other apprentices, clapping their hands in rhythm to their chant. ‘Menolly’s made journeyman. Walk, Menolly, walk. Walk, Menolly, walk!’
Sebell and Talmor took her by the elbows and lifted her to her feet.
‘Never saw an apprentice so loath to take a walk,’ muttered Talmor under his breath to Sebell.
‘We could carry her,’ Sebell said, in a whisper, ‘because between you and me, I don’t think her legs are going to walk her.’
‘I can walk,’ said Menolly, shaking off their helping hands. ‘I’ve even got harper boots. I can walk anywhere!’
The last vestige of anxiety lifted from Menolly’s mind. As a journeyman in blue, she had rank and status enough to fear no-one and nothing. No further need to run or hide. She’d a place to fill and a craft that was unique to her. She’d come a long, long way in a sevenday. The pulse of her words suggested a tune. She’d think of that later. Now, holding her head high, while the fire lizards swept in from the windows, trilling their happy reaction, she walked between Talmor and Sebell to the oval tables of her new station in the Harper Craft Hall of Pern.
THE END
Also by Anne McCaffrey
Anne McCaffrey’s books can be read individually or as series. However, for greatest enjoyment the following sequences are recommended:
The Dragon Books
DRAGONFLIGHT
DRAGONQUEST
DRAGONSONG
DRAGONSINGER: HARPER OF PERN
THE WHITE DRAGON
DRAGONDRUMS
MORETA: DRAGONLADY OF PERN
NERILKA’S STORY & THE COELURA
DRAGONSDAWN
THE RENEGADES OF PERN
ALL THE WEYRS OF PERN
THE CHRONICLES OF PERN: FIRST FALL
THE DOLPHINS OF PERN
RED STAR RISING: THE SECOND CHRONICLES OF PERN
(published in US as DRAGONSEYE)
THE MASTERHARPER OF PERN
THE SKIES OF PERN
and with Todd McCaffrey:
DRAGON’S KIN
DRAGON’S FIRE
DRAGON HARPER
DRAGON’S TIME
SKY DRAGONS
by Todd McCaffrey:
DRAGONSBLOOD
DRAGONHEART
DRAGONGIRL
Crystal Singer Books
THE CRYSTAL SINGER
KILLASHANDRA
CRYSTAL LINE
Talent Series
TO RIDE PEGASUS
PEGASUS IN FLIGHT
PEGASUS IN SPACE
Tower and the Hive Sequence
THE ROWAN
DAMIA
DAMIA’S CHILDREN
LYON’S PRIDE
THE TOWER AND THE HIVE
Catteni Sequence
FREEDOM’S LANDING
FREEDOM’S CHOICE
FREEDOM’S CHALLENGE
FREEDOM’S RANSOM
Individual Titles
RESTOREE
DECISION AT DOONA
THE SHIP WHO SANG
GET OFF THE UNICORN
THE GIRL WHO HEARD DRAGONS
BLACK HORSES FOR THE KING
NIMISHA’S SHIP
A GIFT OF DRAGONS
The Petaybee novels
written in collaboration with Elizabeth Ann Scarborough
POWERS THAT BE
POWER LINES
POWER PLAY
CHANGELINGS
MAELSTROM
DELUGE
The Acorna Series
ACORNA (with Margaret Ball)
ACORNA’S QUEST (with Margaret Ball)
ACORNA’S PEOPLE (with Elizabeth Ann Scarborough)
ACORNA’S WORLD (with Elizabeth Ann Scarborough)
ACORNA’S SEARCH (with Elizabeth Ann Scarborough)
ACORNA’S REBELS (with Elizabeth Ann Scarborough)
ACORNA’S TRIUMPH (with Elizabeth Ann Scarborough)
ACORNA’S CHILDREN: FIRST WARNING (with Elizabeth Ann Scarborough)
ACORNA’S CHILDREN: SECOND WAVE (with Elizabeth Ann Scarborough)
ACORNA’S CHILDREN: THIRD WATCH (with Elizabeth Ann Scarborough)
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About the Author
Auspiciously born on April Fool’s Day, 1926, Anne Inez McCaffrey was the second of three children and the only daughter.
She, like so many of her time, was shaped by the two World Wars and the Depression. Her father, George Herbert McCaffrey had served as a lieutenant in the First World War and after the war helped the Polish set up their government before returning home to marry Anne Dorothy McElroy.
Anne Dorothy McElroy McCaffrey was a very talented woman with a decent touch of what the family came to call ‘the Sight’. Just before the very worst of the stock market Crash in 1929, she pulled all her money out. Her husband, less trusting of such things, did not.
When not drilling the children in the backyard or maintaining his reserve status with the Army, the ‘Kernel’ – as he called himself – indulged in gardening. He was also a great reader and one of Anne’s first memories was of him at the far end of the hallway reading Kipling’s Barrack-room Ballads while she was sick with scarlet fever.
As Anne got older, she learned to ride horses and thus began a lifelong equestrian love affair.
When the Second World War broke out, the Kernel reported immediately to the draft board, offering his services. Elder brother Hugh had already joined the Army and was stationed in Hawaii, desperately trying to get off the island and go to Officer Candidate School.
During the worst of the Battle of Britain when ‘the Few’ were all that stood between the English and imminent invasion, Anne developed a sense of rapport with the plucky young Princess Elizabeth who, with her family, endured the German ‘Blitz’ on London – Anne being just twenty days the Princess’ elder. And with that was planted the seed that would grow into Dragonflight.
Anne’s little brother, Kevin, was not expected to live. He’d contracted osteomyelitis and had, for several years, been at death’s door. Anne’s mother took charge of caring for ‘Kevie’ which left Anne herself to be sent down south to Stuart Hall School for girls. As a Yankee, and a Catholic to boot, Anne found Stuart Hall not the best of matches. She turned heads and gained the ire of the Dean by insisting on being allowed to go to the local movie theater to see Edgar Rice Burroughs’ ‘Tarzan’.
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