McCaffrey, Anne - Pern 12 by McCaffrey Anne

Author:McCaffrey, Anne
Language: eng
Format: epub

Sebell grinned as he passed the full cup of klah back and forth under Idarolan's nose. The man began to stir. "Yes, you're good about such things, Jax, but his people are worried about him, so let them handle it discreetly."

Once again the door crashed open and several men entered in haste.

"Master Sebell?"

Sebell swung the stall door open. "In here!"

The switchover of attendants was quickly made, and just as Sebell and Jaxom swung out of the place they heard the unmistakable sounds that Idarolan had foretold and grinned at each other.

"My timing has always been excellent," Sebell said. "Even Master Shonagar agreed. Ali, the music has begun."

In the doorway, Jaxom hesitated, seeing very well why Sebell would not have noticed three men emerging from the head. In just the short time that they had been assisting Idarolan, the courtyard had filled up with celebrants, all merry with wine and stuffing themselves on whatever was on the trays the drudges were carrying.

"When are you and Menolly doing a turn?"

Sebell winked. "Whenever the good Lord Ranrel asks us to!"

"A new song?"

"What else for a Lording!"

Jaxom took heart from Sebell's merriment. No use borrowing trouble.

It had probably just been talk. But he would keep his eyes open.

Jaxom was feeling decidedly better by the time he and Sharra reluctantly retired from the dancing square. But duty called: Threadfall was scheduled to begin over water but creep forward over the southern border of Ruatha Hold. Jaxom never missed flying against Thread, no matter how involved he was with Aivas at Landing, and obligingly joined the wings of T'gellan's Eastern Weyr when Thread fell there. It wasn't simply a point of honor with Jaxom; both he and Ruth were stimulated by the implicit danger of Fall and reveled in being

part of a fighting Weyr.

"Look, Jaxom," Sharra said as they readied themselves to leave the Hold. She pointed upward, to the mass of dragon bellies just visible in the glow of the myriad lights that had blossomed at sundown on every wall, hold, cot, and ship. "I'll bet that's all of Fort Weyr going home!"

Jaxom was trying to adjust the riding straps so as not to damage Sharra's gown and spared only a glance. "You'd be right about that."

"Don't worry about my skirts, Jax, not after all the dust they've picked up from the dance square."

Jaxom humphed and felt Sharra's hand ruffling his hair. Then he grinned. He had worried that she had worn herself out with the dancing, but if she was still so playful, she wasn't too tired. They would get back to Ruatha in good time. Ruth?

I'll time it for you for good reason, but that isn't.

Oh, and isn't it? Jaxom swung up on the white dragon with a huge smile on his face. Sharra smiled back as she wrapped both arms tightly about him, trying to work her fingers up under his flying jacket to his bare skin.

You've time enough in hand. And Ruth sprang lightly from the ground, his wings making that crucial downward sweep.

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