Exuberantly, he pulled Lessa into position, all but holding her head down to the eyepiece. If you cant see clearly, move this knob until you can.
Lessa complied, but with a startled exclamation, jumped back. Robinton stepped up before Flar could.
But thats fantastic, the Harper muttered, playing with the knobs and quickly taking a comparative look at the actual hair.
May I? asked Flar so pointedly that Robinton grinned an apology for his monopoly.
Taking his place, Flar in turn had to check the specimen to believe in what he saw through the instrument. The strand of hair became a coarse rope, motes of dust sparkling in the light along it, fine lines making visible segmentation points.
When he lifted his head, he turned toward Fandarel, speaking softly because he almost dared not utter this fragile hope aloud. If there are ways of making tiny things this large, are there ways of bringing distant objects near enough to observe closely?
He heard Lessas breath catch, was aware that Robinton was holding his, but Flar begged the Smith with his eyes to give him the answer he wanted to hear.
I believe there ought to be, Fandarel said after what seemed to be hours of reflection.
Flar?
He looked down at Lessas white face, her startled eyes black with awe and fear, her hands half-raised in frightened protest.
You cant go to the Red Star! Her voice was barely audible.
He captured her hands, cold and tense, and though he drew her to him reassuringly, he spoke more to the others.
Our problem, gentlemen, has always been to get rid of Thread. Why not at its source? A dragon can go anywhere if hes got a picture of where hes going!
When Jaxom woke, he was instantly aware that he was not in the Hold. He opened his eyes bravely, scared though he was, expecting darkness. Instead, above him was a curving roof of stone, its expanse sparkling from the full basket of glows in its center. He gave an inarticulate gasp of relief.
Are you all right, lad? Does your chest hurt? Manora was bending over him.
You found us? Is Felessan all right?
Right as rain, and eating his dinner. Now, does your chest hurt?
My chest? His heart seemed to stop when he remembered how he got that injury. But Manora was watching him. He felt cautiously. No, thank-you for-inquiring.
His stomach further embarrassed him with its grinding noises.
I think you need some dinner, too.
Then Lytols not angry with me? Or the Weyrleader? he dared to ask.
Manora gave him a fond smile, smoothing down his tousled hair.
Not to worry, Lord Jaxom, she said kindly. A stern word or two perhaps. Lord Lytol was beside himself with worry.
Jaxom had the most incredible vision of two Lytols side by side, cheeks a-twitch in unison.
However, I wouldnt advise any more unauthorized expeditions anywhere. She gave a little laugh. That is now the special pastime of the adults.
Jaxom was too busy worrying if she knew about the slit, if she knew the weyrboys had been peeking through. If she knew he had. He endured a little death, waiting to hear her say Felessan had confessed to their crime, then realized she had said they werent to be more than scolded. You could always trust Manora. And if she knew and wasnt angry … But if she didnt know and he asked, she might be angry …
You found those rooms, Lord Jaxom. Id rest on my honors, now, were I you.
Rooms?
She smiled at him and held out her hand. I thought you were hungry.
Her hand was cool and soft as she led him onto the balcony which circled the sleeping level. It must be late, Jaxom thought, as they passed the tightly drawn curtains of the sleeping rooms. The central fire was banked. A few women were grouped by one of the worktables, sewing. They glanced up as Manora and Jaxom passed, and smiled.
You said rooms? Jaxom asked with polite insistence.
Beyond the room you opened were two others and the ruins of a stairway leading up.
Jaxom whistled. What was in the rooms?