“Well,” R’gul admitted gloomily, “a flamethrower or two will be some help day after tomorrow.”
“We have found something else that will help a lot more,” Lessa remarked and then hastily excused herself, dashing into the sleeping quarters.
The sounds that drifted past the curtain were either laughter or sobs, and R’gul frowned on both. That girl was just too young to be Weyrwoman at such a time. No stability.
“Has she realized how critical our situation is? Even with Fnor’s additions? That is, if they can fly?” R’gul demanded testily. “You oughtn’t to let her leave the Weyr at all.”
F’lar ignored that and began pouring himself a cup of wine.
“You once pointed out to me that the five empty Weyrs of Pern supported your theory that there would be no more Threads.”
R’gul cleared his throat, thinking that apologieseven if they might be due from the Weyrleader were scarcely effective against the Threads.
“Now there was merit in that theory,” F’lar went on, filling a cup for R’gul. “Not, however, as you interpreted it. The five Weyrs were empty because they … they came here.”
R’gul, his cup halfway to his lips, stared at F’lar. This man also was too young to bear his responsibilities. But … he seemed actually to believe what he was saying.
“Believe it or not, R’guland in a bare day’s time you willthe five Weyrs are empty no longer. They’re here, in the Weyrs, in this time. And they shall join us, eighteen hundred strong, the day after tomorrow at Telgar, with flamethrowers and with plenty of battle experience.”
R’gul regarded the poor man stolidly for a long moment. Carefully he put his cup down and, turning on his heel, left the weyr. He refused to be an object of ridicule. He’d better plan to take over the leadership tomorrow if they were to fight Threads the day after.
The next morning, when he saw the clutch of great bronze dragons bearing the Weyrleaders and their wingleaders to the conference, R’gul got quietly drunk.
Lessa exchanged good mornings with her friends and then, smiling sweetly, left the weyr, saying she must feed Ramoth.
F’lar stared after her thoughtfully, then went to greet Robinton and Fandarel, who had been asked to attend the meeting, too. Neither Craftmaster said much, but neither missed a word spoken. Fandarel’s great head kept swiveling from speaker to speaker, his deep-set eyes blinking occasionally.
Robinton sat with a bemused smile on his face, utterly delighted by ancestral visitors. Flar was quickly talked out of resigning his titular position as Weyrlieader of Benden on the grounds that he was too inexperienced.
“You did well enough at Nerat and Keroon. Well indeed,” T’ton said.
“You call twenty-eight men or dragons out of action good leadership?”
“For a first battle, with every dragonman green as a hatchling? No, man, you were on time at Nerat, however you got there,” and T’ton grinned maliciously at F’lar, “which is what a dragonman must do. No, that was well flown, I say. Well flown.” The other four Weyrleaders muttered complete agreement with that compliment. “Your Weyr is understrength, though, so we’ll lend you enough odd-wing riders till you’ve gotten the Weyr up to full strength again. Oh, the queens love these times!” And his grin broadened to indicate that bronze riders did, too.
F’lar returned that smile, thinking that Ramoth was about ready for another mating flight, and this time, Lessa … oh, that girl was being too deceptively docile. He’d better watch her closely.
“Now,” T’ton was saying, “we left with Fandarel’s crafthold all the flamethrowers we brought up so that the ground-men will be armed tomorrow.”
“Aye, and my thanks,” Fandarel grunted. “We’ll turn out new ones in record time and return yours soon.”
“Don’t forget to adapt that agenothree for air spraying, too,” D’ram put in.
“It is agreed,” and T’ton glanced quickly around at the other riders, “that all the Weyrs will meet, full strength, three hours after dawn above Telgar, to follow the Threads’ attack across to Crom. By the way, F’lar, those charts of yours that Robinton showed me are superb. We never had them.”
“How did you know when the attacks would come?”