Robinton could not spend all his time worrying about where Fax would go next. He had the Hall to run, with all its problems and scheduling, especially when the bias against harpers was increasing.
However, when he heard that Nemorth had actually risen in a good mating flight with Simanith, Robinton sent congratulations and had a special visit from F’lon who looked excessively pleased with himself.
“How did you manage?” Robinton asked, pouring two glasses from the Benden wine-skin F’lon had brought to celebrate.
“First we starved the pair of them. I never thought a queen dragon could be so difficult. All the bronzes were needed to snatch anything she killed. She’d sneak out the Weyr at night to get something to eat.”
“Who? Jora or NemorthT