Dragonheart by Anne McCaffrey & Todd McCaffrey

Author:Anne McCaffrey & Todd McCaffrey [McCaffrey, Anne & McCaffrey, Todd]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Science Fiction, Space Opera, Fiction, Fantasy, General, Epic
ISBN: 9780345491152
Publisher: Del Rey 2009-10-27
Published: 2009-04-15T00:00:00+00:00

I told them; they’re coming, Talenth replied promptly.

Fiona made a face as she berated herself for not already detailing a crew to clean out weyrs for the

injured riders.

F’jian joined her, glancing up as the injured dragons and riders made hasty landings. “Most of the

supplies are medicines and bandages,” he told her.

“No food?” Fiona asked, frowning.

F’jian pursed his lips and shook his head. “Some klah bark, some herbals, but nothing to eat.”

Fiona frowned in turn, then dismissed the worry. “Get the weyrlings to help these injured riders. Put

them in the weyrling barracks for the moment—just to get them out of the sun.”

A shadow passed low overhead and Zirenth landed nearby. “What are you doing here?” T’mar

shouted.

“When did you leave?” T’mar demanded, leaping down beside Terin, who had just returned,

breathless, with a flask of water.

“Late at night after you left,” Fiona said. She had been too eager when the mysterious queen rider had

made her amazing offer to consider how T’mar would react, and once she’d arrived at Igen, she’d been

too busy organizing the weyrlings to think about it anymore.

“F’jian and the other weyrlings are here, too,” she told him, partly to give T’mar all the news at once

and partly in hopes that he might be distracted by the information.

“How did you get here?” he repeated, reaching out to grab Fiona’s shoulders with both arms, as if to

assure himself that she was real.

“The Weyrwoman brought us,” Fiona said.

“What Weyrwoman?” T’mar demanded. “Not Cisca?”

Fiona shook her head.

“Then who?”

“I don’t know,” Fiona told him honestly. “She never gave me her name.”

T’mar frowned, looking deep into Fiona’s eyes. “It wasn’t you, was it?” was it?”

“From the future?” Fiona asked.

“No, you on your own!” T’mar exclaimed. “How could anyone know to come from the future?”

Fiona’s temper rose. “Anyone from the future would know! If it’s been done, then they’d know,

wouldn’t they?”

“And they brought you here, conveniently, before we arrived,” T’mar said, his tone simmering near the

boil.

“And they got us some supplies,” Fiona said, gesturing to the remains of the mound that the weyrlings

had mostly stored.

“Supplies?” T’mar repeated, brows creased in a frown.

“Mostly medicine and bandages,” Fiona said. “The weyrlings will be storing it in the Living Cavern

once J’nos has finished checking for tunnel snakes.”

“Tunnel snakes?”

Fiona’s lips turned up in a quick grin as she confided, “I don’t think he’ll find any, but I told him to

keep an eye out for them. “

“This Weyr’s been abandoned so long, there probably are tunnel snakes,” T’mar said in a tone that

indicated he hadn’t considered the possibility himself.

“Well, there probably aren’t any in the Living Cavern; we would have heard J’nos’s shriek by now,”

Fiona said. Seeing T’mar’s thoughtful look, she pressed on. “And I’ve got another party clearing the

weyrling barracks. We’re putting the injured dragons and riders in there until we can clear out some

weyrs.”

“Weyrwoman Fiona, what are you doing here?” someone called in surprise from the gathering throng

of dismounting riders. Fiona recognized J’keran, one of the older weyrlings.

“Same as you,” she told him with a grin. “Are you ready to

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