None of them left, however, because neither Jaxom nor Felessan could be located. One of Manoras women remembered seeing them pilfering vegetables and thought theyd gone to join the boys playing miggsy. On questioning, one of the children, Gandidan, admitted seeing them go toward the back corridors.
Gandidan, Manora said sternly, have you been teasing Felessan about the peekhole again? The child hung his head and suddenly the others couldnt look at anyone. Hmmm, and she turned to the anxious parents. Ive been missing used glows again, Flar, so I imagine thereve been some trips to look at the eggs.
What? Lessa exclaimed, as startled as the boys who had turned to guilty statues.
Before she could berate them, Flar laughed aloud. Thats where they are, then.
Where?
The boys huddled together, terrified by the coldness in her voice, even if it was directed toward the Weyrleader.
In the corridor behind the Hatching Ground. Oh, dont fuss, Lessa. Thats all part of growing up in the Weyr, isnt it, Lytol? I did it when I was Felessans age.
Youve been aware of these excursions, Manora? Lessa demanded imperiously, ignoring Flar.
Certainly, Weyrwoman, Manora replied unintimidated. And kept track to be sure they all returned. How long ago did they set out, Gandidan? Did they play with you for a time?
No wonder Ramoths been so upset; I kept thinking she was only being broody. How could you allow such activities to continue?
Come now, Lessa, Flar said soothingly. Its a matter of adolescent pride, and Flar dropped his voice to a whisper and widened his eyes dramatically, not to shrink from the challenge of dark, dusty corridors; dim, flickering glows. Will the glows last long enough to get us to the peekhole and back? Or will we be lost forever in the blackness of the Weyr?
The Harper was grinning, the boys stunned and open-mouthed. Lytol was not amused, however.
How long ago, Gandidan? Manora repeated, tipping the boys face up. When he seemed unable to speak, she glanced at the scared expressions of the others. I think wed better look. Its easy to take the wrong turning if you have inadequate glows. And they did.
There was no lack of searchers, and Flar quickly split them up into sections to explore each corridor segment. Sounds echoed through halls undisturbed for hundreds of Turns. But it was not long before Flar and Lytol led their group to the guiding light. Once they saw the figures lying in the patch of light, Flar sent for the others.
Whats the matter with them? Lytol demanded, supporting his ward against him, and anxiously feeling for his pulse. Blood? He held up stained fingers, his face bleak, cheek a-twitch.
So, thought Flar, Lytols heart had unfrozen a little. Lessa was wrong to think Lytol too numb to care for the boy. Jaxom was a sensitive boy and children needed affection, but there are many ways of loving.
Flar gestured for more glows. He turned back the dusty linen of the boys shirt, baring the horizontal scratches.
Doesnt look to me like more than scrapes. Probably stumbled against the wall in the dark. Whos got some numbweed on him? Dont look like that, Lytol. The pulse is strong.
But hes not asleep. He doesnt wake. Lytol shook the limp figure, at first gently, then more insistently.
There isnt a mark on Felessan, the Weyrleader said, turning his son in his arms.
Manora and Lessa came running then, kicking up dust in spite of Flars urgent caution. But Manora reassured them that the boys were all right and briskly delegated two men to carry them back to the Weyr proper. Then she turned to the curious crowd that had assembled in the corridor.
The emergency is over. Everyone back. Dinners ready, my lady, my lords. Pick up your feet, Silon. No need to stir up more dust. She glanced at the Weyrleader and the Mastersmith. As one, the two men approached the mysterious doorway, Lessa and Lytol joining them.
Her crisp instructions cleared the corridor quickly until there were only the five remaining.
The light is not made by glows, announced the Mastersmith as he peered cautiously into the bright room. And from the smoothness of the walls, this is part of the original Weyr. He scowled at Flar. Were you aware such rooms existed? It was almost an accusation.