Part 11 (1/2)
She was quick-witted all right, F'lar admitted. ”Come, girl.'' He gestured her toward the queen's weyr. The scene he was about to play with R'gul ought to redeem that shameful day in the Council Room two months back. He knew it had rankled in her as in him. They had no sooner entered the queen's weyr than R'gul, followed by an excited K'net, stormed in from the opposite side.
”The watch informs me,” R'gul began, ”that there is a large body of armed men, with banners of many Holds, approaching the Tunnel. K'net here” - R'gul was furious with the youngster - ”confesses he has been raiding systematically-against all reason and most certainly against my distinct orders. Of course, we'll deal with him later,” he informed the errant rider ominously, ”that is, if there is a Weyr left after the Lords are through with us.”
He turned back to F'lar, his frown deepening as he realized F'lar was grinning at him.
”Don't stand there,” R'gul growled. ”There's nothing to grin about. We've got to think how to placate them.”
”No, R'gul,” F'lar contradicted the older man, still grinning, ”the days of placating the Lords are over.”
”What? Are you out of your mind?”
”No. But you you are out of order,” F'lar said, his grin gone, his face stern. are out of order,” F'lar said, his grin gone, his face stern.
R'gul's eyes widened as he stared at F'lar as if he had never seen him before.
”You've forgotten a very important fact,” F'lar went on ruthlessly. ”Policy changes when the leader of the Weyr is replaced. I I, F'lar, Mnementh's rider, am Weyrleader now.”
On that ringing phrase, S'lel, D'nol, T'bor, and S'lan came striding into the room. They stopped, shock-still, staring at the motionless tableau.
F'lar waited, giving them a chance to absorb the fact that the dissension in the room meant that authority had indeed pa.s.sed to him ”Mnementh,” he said aloud, ”call in all wingseconds and brown riders. We've some arrangements to make before our ... guests arrive. As the queen is asleep, dragonmen, into the Council Room, please. After you, Weyrwoman.”
He stepped aside to permit Lessa to pa.s.s, noticing the slight flush on her cheeks. She was not completely in command of her emotions, after all.
No sooner had they taken places at the Council Table than the brown riders began to stream in. F'lar took careful note of the subtle difference in their att.i.tudes. They walked taller, he decided. And-yes, the air of defeat and frustration was replaced by tense excitement. All else being equal, today's events ought to revive the pride and purpose of the Weyr.
F'nor and T'sum, his own seconds, strode in. There was no doubt of their high, proud good humor. Their eyes flashed around daring anyone to defy their promotion as T'sum stood by the archway and F'nor marched smartly around to his position behind F'lar's chair. F'nor paused to make a deeply respectful bow to the girl. F'lar saw her flush and drop her eyes.
”Who's at our gate, F'nor?” the new Weyrleader asked affably.
”The Lords of Telgar, Nabol, Fort, and Keroon, to name the princ.i.p.al banners,” F'nor answered in a similar vein.
R'gul rose from his chair; the half-formed protest died on his lips as he caught the expression in the faces of the bronze riders. S'lel, beside him, started to mumble, picking at his lower lip. ”Estimated strength?”
”In excess of a thousand. In good order and well armed,” F'nor reported indifferently.
F'lar shot his second a remonstrating look. Confidence was one thing, indifference preferable to defeat, but there was no wisdom in denying the situation was very tight.
”Against the Weyr?” S'lel gasped. ”Are we dragonmen or cowards?” D'nol snapped, jumping up, his fist pounding the table. ”This is the final insult.”
”Indeed it is,” F'lar concurred heartily. ”It has to be put down. We'll swallow no more,” D'nol continued vehemently, encouraged by F'lar's att.i.tude. ”A few flaming ...”
”That's enough,” F'lar said in a hard voice. ”We are dragonmen! Remember that, and remember also - never forget it - this fellows.h.i.+p is sworn to protect.” He enunciated that word distinctly, pinning each man with a fierce stare. ”Is that point clear?” He glared questioningly at D'nol. There were to be no private heroics today.
”We do not need firestone,” he continued, certain that D'nol had taken, his meaning, ”to disperse these foolish Lords.” He leaned back and went on more calmly, ”I noticed on Search, as I'm sure you all did, that the common holder has not lost one jot of his ... let us say ... respect for dragonkind.”
T'bor grinned, and someone chuckled reminiscently.
”Oh, they follow their Lords quickly enough, incited with indignation and lots of new wine. But it's quite another matter to face a dragon, hot, tired, and cold sober. Not to mention on foot without a wall or Hold in sight.” He could sense their concurrence. ”The mounted men, too, will be too much occupied with their beasts to do any serious fighting,” he added with a chuckle, echoed by most of the men in the room.
”However consoling these reflections are, there are more powerful factors in our favor. I doubt the good Lords of the Hold have bothered to review them. I suspect” - he glanced around sardonically at his riders - ”they have probably forgotten them ... as they have conveniently forgotten so much dragonlore ... and tradition.
”It is now time to reeducate them.” His voice was steel. An affirming mutter answered him. Good, he had them.
”For instance, they are here at our gates. They've traveled long and hard to reach this remote Weyr. Undoubtedly some units have been marching for weeks. F'nor,” he said in a calculated aside, ”remind me to discuss patrol schedules later today. Ask yourselves this, dragonmen, if the Lords of the Holds are here, who is holding the Holds for the Lords? Who keeps guard on the Inner Hold, over all the Lords hold dear?”
He heard Lessa chuckling wickedly. She was quicker than any of the bronze riders. He had chosen well that day in Ruatha, even if it had meant killing while on Search.
”Our Weyrwoman perceives my plan. T'sum, implement it.” He snapped that order out crisply. T'sum, grinning broadly, departed.
”I don't understand,” S'lel complained, blinking in confusion.
”Oh, let me explain,” Lessa put in quickly, her words couched in the sweet, reasonable tone F'lar was learning to identify as Lessa at her worst. He couldn't blame her for wanting to get some of her own back from S'lel, but this taste of hers for vengeance could become pernicious.
”Someone ought to explain something,” S'lel said querulously. ”I don't like what's going on. Holders at the Tunnel Road. Dragons permitted firestone. I don't understand.”
”It's so simple,” Lessa a.s.sured him sweetly, not waiting for F'lar's permission. ”I'm embarra.s.sed to have to explain.”
”Weyrwoman!” F'lar called her sharply to order.
She didn't look at him, but she did stop needling S'lel.
”The Lords have left their Holds unprotected,” she said. ”They appear not to have considered that dragons can move between between in seconds. T'sum, if I am not mistaken, has gone to a.s.semble sufficient hostages from the unguarded Holds to insure that the Lords respect the sanct.i.ty of the Weyr.” F'lar nodded confirmation. Lessa's eyes flashed angrily as she continued. ”It is not the fault of the Lords that they have lost respect for the Weyr. The Weyr has ...” in seconds. T'sum, if I am not mistaken, has gone to a.s.semble sufficient hostages from the unguarded Holds to insure that the Lords respect the sanct.i.ty of the Weyr.” F'lar nodded confirmation. Lessa's eyes flashed angrily as she continued. ”It is not the fault of the Lords that they have lost respect for the Weyr. The Weyr has ...”
”The Weyr.” F'lar cut in sharply. Yes, he would have to watch this slim girl very carefully and very respectfully. ”... the Weyr is about to insist on its traditional rights and prerogatives. Before I outline exactly how, Weyrwoman, would you greet our newest guests? A few words might be in order to reinforce the object lesson we will impress on all Pernese today.”
The girl's eyes sparkled with antic.i.p.ation. She grinned with such intense pleasure that F'lar wondered if he was wise to let her instruct the defenseless hostages.
”I rely on your discretion,” he said emphatically, ”and intelligence to handle the a.s.signment adroitly.” He caught her glance, held it until she briefly inclined her head in acknowledgement of his admonition. As she left, he sent a word ahead to Mnementh to keep an eye on her.
Mnementh informed him that that would be wasted effort. Hadn't Lessa shown more wit than anyone else in the Weyr? She was circ.u.mspect by instinct.
Circ.u.mspect enough to have precipitated today's invasion, F'lar reminded his dragon.
”But... the ... Lords,” R'gul was sputtering.
”Oh, freeze up,” K'net suggested. ”If we hadn't listened to you for so long, we wouldn't be in this position at all. Shove between between if you don't like it, but F'lar is Weyrleader now. And I say about time!” if you don't like it, but F'lar is Weyrleader now. And I say about time!”
”K'net! R'gul!” F'lar called them to order, shouting over the cheers K'net's impudent words produced. ”These are my orders,” he went on when he had their complete attention. ”I expect them to be followed exactly.” He glanced at each man to be sure there was no further question of his authority. Then he outlined his intentions concisely and quickly, watching with satisfaction as uncertainty was replaced with admiring respect.
a.s.sured that every bronze and brown rider understood the plan perfectly, he asked Mnementh for the latest report.
The advancing army was streaming out across the lake plateau, the foremost units on the Tunnel road, the one ground entrance to the Weyr. Mnementh added that the Holders' women were profiting from their stay in the Weyr.
”In what way?” F'lar demanded immediately.
Mnementh rumbled with the dragon equivalent of laughter. Two of the young greens were feeding, that was all. But for some reason such a normal occupation appeared to upset the women.
The woman was diabolically clever, F'lar thought privately, careful not to let Mnementh sense his concern. That bronze clown was as besotted with the rider as he was with the queen. What kind of fascination did the Weyrwoman have for a bronze dragon?