“It was over too soon,” Lessa said in a disappointed voice that evening to F’lar.
He laughed indulgently, allowing himself a rare evening of relaxation now that another step had gone as planned. The Holder folk had been ridden home, stunned, dazed, and themselves impressed by the Weyr and the weyrleader.
“That’s because you were watching this time,” he remarked, brushing a lock of her hair back. It obscured his view of her profile. He chuckled again. “You’ll notice Naton…”
“N’ton,” she corrected him.
“All right, N’ton Impressed a bronze,” “Just as you predicted,” she said with some asperity.
“And Kylara is Weyrwoman for Pridith.”
Lessa did not comment on that, and she did her best to ignore his laughter.
“I wonder which bronze will fly her,” he murmured softly.
“It had better be T’bor’s Orth,” Lessa said, bridling.
He answered her the only way a wise man could.
Crack dust, blackdust,
Turn in freezing air.
Waste dust, spacedust,
From Red Star bare.
LBSSA WOKE abruptly, her head aching, her eyes blurred, her mouth dry She had the immediate memory of a terrible nightmare that, just as quickly, escaped recall. She brushed her hair out of her face and was surprised to find that she had been sweating heavily.
“F’lar?” she called in an uncertain voice. He had evidently risen early. “F’lar,” she called again, louder.
He’s coming, Mnementh informed her. Lessa sensed that the dragon was just landing on the ledge. She touched Ramoth and found that the queen, too, had been bothered by formless, frightening dreams. The dragon roused briefly and then fell back into deeper sleep.
Disturbed by her vague fears, Lessa rose and dressed, foregoing a bath for the first time since she had arrived at the Weyr: She called down the shaft for breakfast, then plaited her hair with deft fingers as she waited.
The tray appeared on the shaft platform just as F’lar entered. He kept looking back over his shoulder at Ramoth.
“What’s gotten into her?”
“Echoing my nightmare. I woke in a cold sweat.”
“You were sleeping quietly enough when I left to assign patrols. You know, at the rate those dragonets are growing, they’re already capable of limited flight. All they do is eat and sleep, and that’s …”
“… what makes a dragon grow,” Lessa finished for him and sipped thoughtfully at her steaming hot klah. “You are going to be extra-careful about their drill procedures, aren’t you?”
“You mean to prevent an inadvertent flight between times?
I certainly am,” he assured her. “I don’t want bored dragonriders irresponsibly popping in and out.” He gave her a long, stern look.
“Well, it wasn’t, my fault no one taught me to fly early enough,” she replied in the sweet tone she used when she was being especially malicious. “If I’d been drilled from the day of Impression to the day of my first flight, I’d never have discovered that trick.”
“True enough,” he said solemnly.
“You know, F’lar, if I discovered it, someone else must have, and someone else may. If they haven’t already.”
F’lar drank, making a face as the klah scalded his tongue.
“I don’t know how to find out discreetly. We would be foolish to think we were the first. It is, after all, an inherent ability in dragons, or you would never have been able to do it.”
She frowned, took a quick breath, and then let it go, shrugging.
“Go on,” he encouraged her.
“Well, isn’t it possible that our conviction about the imminence of the Threads could stem from one of us coming back when the Threads are actually falling? I mean …”
“My dear girl, we have both analyzed every stray thought and actioneven your dream this morning upset you, although it was no doubt due to all the wine you drank last nightuntil we wouldn’t know an honest presentiment if it walked up and slapped us in the face.”
“I can’t dismiss the thought that this between times ability is of crucial value,” she said emphatically.
“That, my dear Weyrwoman, is an honest presentiment.”
“But why?”
“Not why,” he corrected her cryptically. “When.” An idea stirred vaguely in the back of his mind. He tried to nudge it out where he could mull it over. Mnementh announced that F’nor was entering the weyr.