Red Star Rising by Anne McCaffrey. Part one

I was in no danger,’ P’tero repeated. I used brand-new straps and he

watched me braid em.

Hah!” As every rider knew, dragons had gaps in their ability to

correlate cause and effect. So Ormonth would scarcely have connected

the new straps with his rider’s perfect safety.

Oh, thanks,’ the rider added as K’vin snapped one of his own straps to

P’tero’s belt. Not that they would be doing more than landing, but

K’vin wished to make a point of safety to P’tero.

While K’vin approved of courage, he did not appreciate recklessness,

especially if it endangered a dragon this close to the beginning of

Threadfall. Careful supervision had kept his Weyr from losing any

dragon partners and he intended to maintain that record.

Spilling off his blue before K’vin had passed the word was taking a

totally unnecessary risk. Fortunately, K’vin had seen P’tero dive.

His heart had lurched in his chest, even if he knew P’tero was equipped

with the especially heavy and long harness as a fail-safe. Even if he

and Charanth had not accurately judged the mid-air rescue, those long

straps would have saved the blue rider from falling to his death.

Today’s manoeuvre had been precipitous instead of well-executed.

And, if Charanth had not been as adept on the wing, P’tero might be

nursing broken ankles or severe bruising as a result of his folly.

No matter how broad, those safety straps really jerked a man about in

mid-air.

P’tero still showed no remorse. K’vin only hoped that the stunt

produced the effect the love-struck P’tero wished. His mate would have

been watching, heart in mouth, no doubt, and P’tero would reap the

harvest of such fear some time this evening. K’vin wished that more

girls were available to Impress green dragons. It made that facet of

Weyrleadership considerably easier to deal with. There were still a

few, of course, but with parents keenly interested in applying for more

land by setting up cot holds for married children, fewer and fewer girls

were encouraged to stand on the Hatching Grounds. While being a

dragon rider didn’t prevent a girl from having children, if that’s what

she wanted, it did prevent them from owning land. Still, grandchildren,

even the Weyrborn, could claim land. Though, in actual fact, more

Weyrborn preferred to stay in the Weyr even if they didn’t Impress.

The dragons who had taken part in the mass fly-by were now landing their

riders in the wide road beyond the court.

Then they leaped up again to find a spot in which to enjoy the last of

the warm autumnal sun. Many made for the adjoining cliffs as space on

Fort’s heights filled up on either side of the solar panels.

Dragons could be trusted not to tread on what remained of the priceless

installations. Fort’s were the oldest, of course, and two banks had

been lost last winter to the unseasonably fierce storms. Fort, being

the largest as well as the oldest northern installation, needed all its

arrays in full working order to supply heat for its warren of corridors,

power for air circulation units and what equipment still worked.

Fortunately a huge stockpile of panels had been made during the first

big wave of constructing new Weyrs and Holds. There would be enough for

generations.

Weyrleaders sought their tables on the upper level with Lord Holders and

Professionals, while riders joined whatever company they preferred at

tables set up on the huge expanse of the outer apron. Not a sprout of

vegetation anywhere on that plaza surface, K’vin noticed with approval.

S’nan, Fort’s Weyrleader, had always been fussy and rightly so.

The musicians had struck up sprightly music and couples were already

dancing on the wooden floor set over the cobbles. Beyond the dance

square were the stalls, tents and tables where goods were being sold or

exchanged. There’d been brisk business all day, especially for items

needed during the winter months when there would be fewer big Gathers.

The various Craftsmen would be pleased, and there’d be less for the

dragons to haul back.

Charanth was now circling over the annexes which had been started to

increase living space for both Pern’s main infirmary research facility

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