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it) from the Ancients’ planet or origin which was not the planet Pem, or why had that one point been made so specifically and repeated so often? Pem, not simply the Southern Continent. And the second Crossing had been from south to north. Probably, Capiam contemplated bitterly, to escape feline plague carriers that secreted themselves in dark lairs to nourish their fell disease until unwary humans took them off tree trunks, days from land. Couldn’t the Ancients have stopped bragging about their achievements long enough to state how they had eradicated plague and pandemic? Their success was meaningless without the process.
Capiam plucked feebly at the sleeping furs. They smelled. They needed to be aired. He smelled. He didn’t dare leave his room. “What can’t be cured must be endured.” Desdra’s taunt returned to him often.
He was a healer: He would heal himself first and thus prove to others that one could recover from this miserable disease. He need only apply his trained mind and considerable willpower to the problem. On cue, a coughing spell wracked him. When he had recovered sufficiently, he reached for the syrup Desdra left on the bedside table. He wished she would look in on him.
Fortine had, conferring three times from the doorway, seeking authority on matters Capiam could not now recall. He hoped that his responses had been sensible. Tirone had appeared, very briefly, more to assure himself and to report to the world that Capiam was still part of it than to comfort or cheer the sick man.
Fort Hold proper had not been sullied by the plague, even though healersmaster, journeyman, and apprenticehad journeyed to the stricken areas. Four of Fort’s seaside holds and two coastal cropholds had succumbed.
The syrup eased Capiam’s raw throat. He could even taste it. Thymus was the principal ingredient, and he approved of its use on his person. If the disease ran the same course in him as it had in the cases he had studied, the cough ought soon to pass. If, by virtue of the strict quarantine in which he lay, he did not contract a secondary infectionpulmonary, pneumonic, or bronchial seemed the readiest to pounce on the weakened patientthen he ought to improve rapidly.
K’lon, the blue rider from Fort Weyr, had recovered totally. Capiam hoped that the man had actually had the plague, not some
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deep cold, and his hope was substantiated by the facts that K’lon had a close friend in plague-stricken Igen, and that the Weyr healer, Berchar, and his green rider weyrmate were grievously ill at Fort Weyr. Capiam tried to censor his own painful thoughts ofdragonrid-ers dying as easily as holders. Dragonriders could not die. The Pass had eight Turns to go. There were hundreds of powders, roots, and barks and herbs to combat disease on Pern, but the numbers of dragons and their riders were limited.
Desdra really ought to be appearing soon with some of the restorative soup she took such pleasure in making him consume! It was her presence he wished for, not the soup, for he found the long hours of solitude without occupation tedious and fraught with unpleasant speculations. He knew he ought to be grateful to have a room to himself for the chances of further infection were thus reduced to the minimum, but he would have liked some company. Then he thought of the crowded holds and he had no doubt that some poor sod there would dearly love to exchange with him for solitude.
Capiam took no pleasure in the knowledge that his frequent harangues to the Lords Holder about indiscriminate breeding should prove so devastatingly accurate. But dragonriders ought not to be dying of this plague. They had private quarters, were hardy, inured to many of the ailments that afflicted those in poorer conditions, were supplied with the top of the tithe. Igen, Keroon, Ista: Those Weyrs had had direct contact with the feline. And Fort, High Reaches, and Benden riders had attended the Gathers. Almost every rider had had time and opportunity to catch the infection.
Capiam had had severe qualms about demanding a conveyance of Sh’gall from Southern Boll to Fort Hold. But, on the other hand, Sh’gall had conveyed Lord Ratoshigan to Ista Gather for the purpose of seeing the rare creature on display quite a few hours before Capiam and the young animal healer, Talpan, had their startling conference. It was only after Capiam had reached Southern Boll and seen Lord Ratoshigan’s sick handlers that he had realized how quickly the disease incubated and how insidiously it spread. Expedi-ency had required Capiam to use the quickest means to return to his Hall, and that had been adragohback with the Fort Weyrleader. Sh’gall had taken ill but he was young and healthy, Capiam told himself. So had Ratoshigan, but Capiam found a rather curious justice in that. Given the infinite variety of human personalities, it was