“Have you … ever … been a proper harper, Nip?” Robinton asked, grinning.
“Oh, now and then,” Nip said, wiggling the fingers of his right hand. “Not that I’d dare flaunt the blue in Fax’s vicinity.” he finished
the last of the klah and stood. “I need another bath. That one only got off five layers of dirt and two of ache. Then I’m for another of Silvina’s meals. She’s quite a woman, isn’t she?” Robinton felt his face colour. Nip missed nothing.
“One of a kind, as her mother was,” the MasterHarper said blandly.
Nip chuckled and, whipping the towel off its peg on the door, whistled as he made his way to the bathing room. The MasterHarper’s quarters had its own facility.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Nip departed several mornings later, riding the most nondescript runner in the Hall’s beasthold.
“Out of deference to my toes,” he explained. He also had a fresh set of clothing – which Silvina had got out of storage, no doubt outgrown by some apprentice. “Not too good, but at least in one piece,” had been his request.
Between them, Silvina and Robinton forced him to take a fine fur rug for use until such time as circumstances made him abandon it.
“There are more holdless than holded up north,” Nip said, fingering the rug. “Ah, a few nights on the ground and it’ll look no better than the old one I … lost.” And he grinned.
Although Nip reported at intervals, in messages forwarded with others to the Fort Runner Station, the urgency to defend against Fax gradually dissipated as nothing much happened which was reported outside those four holds.
Nothing much, Robinton thought, that Fax would wish bruited about the continent.
How Nip managed to get his information, Robinton never knew, but the self-styled “Lord of Five Holds’ had internal problems of mysterious natures. A mine collapsed, a very productive one.
Several of the larger ships of the High Reaches fishing fleet disappeared in stormy weather. Timber, stacked to season, either burned dramatically or ended up in splinters on its way down the rivers. A blight was discovered infecting grain fields and reducing the yield. Fax’s men were forced to attend to all these minor disasters, for which no one could be seen to be at fault by omission or commission. There were rumours of minor rebellions among the overworked holders, but the revolts were viciously suppressed by Fax’s brutal guards, the “culprits’ sent to the mines and their families turfed out to fend for themselves as best they might. There were fights among his guards, fights which usually produced several corpses, often those of his more brutal captains and stewards.
So, gradually, over the following turns, even Groghe slackened his vigilance, though he kept on his border guards. Tarathel died – of natural causes, Robinton discovered by asking the Telgar Hold healer outright.
“Oh, quite natural causes, my dear MasterHarper,” the man said.
“I attended him myself. Bad heart, you know. Never quite forgave himself that the Weyrleader was killed in Telgar Hold while guest-ing.
Didn’t get on at all with R’gul. In fact, disliked him
thoroughly. Not a proper replacement for F’lon.”
“He didn’t agree with F’lon…”
“No, but he respected him. Anyway, Tarathel’s fatal mistake was trying to keep pace with younger men, like Vendross and young Larad … I should say, Lord Larad, now, shouldn’t I? Well, old bones can’t do what young ones can.”
Larad was confirmed by the Conclave after an hour’s deliberation.
Larad was young, at fifteen, though a well-grown lad, so most of the time was spent picking his mentors, Vendross and Harper Falawny, a former dorm-mate of Robinton and an excellent teacher.
There was a brief flurry when Larad’s elder half-sister, Thella, insisted that the Conclave had to hear her right to the Holding. Lord Tesner of Igen, the most senior of the Holders, was outraged at her impudence and refused her admittance. The other Lord Holders and Masters were only too happy to second his motion. Robinton looked for her during the following reception, wanting to see a woman who was brave enough to speak up as eldest in the Bloodline, but there was no sign of her. He often wondered what happened to her because she disappeared from Telgar Hold shortly afterwards.