Part 26 (1/2)
F'lar says we should move out now, Mnementh informed the Weyrwoman Ramoth gave one more bugle and sprang into the air, spiralling upward, above the rim of Bowl, outlined against the further hills by the late afternoon sun.
Mnementh flew proudly beside his queen, looking over at her.
Admiring your queen, Mnementh? Lessa asked.
We fly well together was the response and she grinned as she heard the smugness in the bronze dragon's tone. No other had even come close to catching Ramoth in her mating flights and every bronze, and two very audacious browns, had tried.
As soon as F'lar judged them far enough above the Weyr, Mnementh gave Ramoth the order to go between.
This day's maneuver took a little longer than F'lar's capture of Hold ladies the day that the Hold Lords had attempted to storm Benden Weyr. This time, it was the Lord Holders who were being peremptorily required to accompany the Leaders of every Weyr while bronze riders awaited their arrival at each of the fraudulently sited settlements. The golden queens would see that the s.h.i.+ps which had set sail so blithely from Toric's harbor tacked right back the way they had come.
F'lar and Lessa checked at all eight illegal sites to be sure that each had been inspected by a Lord Holder and Weyrleader, and that the men and women found there were loaded on dragons for transportation back to Southern Hold. The queens who were on s.h.i.+p duty told Ramoth that they'd never had so much fun.
The s.h.i.+ps had not gone so far from their home port that they would delay the confrontations the Weyr1eaders had planned for Toric.
The Lord Holder of Southern heard the shouts, the cries of alarm where he sat in his hall, eating a belated morning meal. He had seen the s.h.i.+ps leave port and been well satisfied with the sight of their sails billowing with the brisk eastward wind. Without knowing why Toric had asked to know when the weather would be fine for a long sail, Master Idarolan had sent a fire-lizard message that the winds would be propitious today and the weather fair for several days. Toric had even noticed the dolphins who escorted the s.h.i.+ps out of the harbor, leaping and plunging in their witless fas.h.i.+on. Then he had come back inside and spent a pleasurable hour figuring out the profit on this enterprise and that it would, as he had hoped, off-set the expenses of establis.h.i.+ng new holds on the Seminole peninsula.
He disliked resorting to the Ancients' names - they'd had their chance and lost it to Thread - but since Aivas had identified places by what it had in its memory, the ”old' names for the Southern Continent had been seized upon with great enthusiasm as ”a link with their heritage'. Toric was not of that mind. He had the future to plan for and that was what he'd been doing while everyone else on the planet seemed to be wallowing in ancestral accomplishments and striving to reconstruct all sorts of devices. He was probably one of the few who did not regret the silence of Aivas nor the demise of the old Harper. Who had been a meddler of the first order.
As Toric had weeded out the ”right' sort of settler from the ones who had come, purse in hand, he was reasonably sure he wouldn't have a repet.i.tion of the Denol treachery. Those whom he had chosen to stay on Southern would listen and obey him.
And he had sufficient knowledge of the ones he had s.h.i.+pped off to know they would have to obey him when the time came. That was all he required of them! Obedience to his orders. Or else.
He smiled to himself. Once this Pa.s.s was over His smile died as he became aware that the noise outside his hold had changed in pitch, rising more often to an angry babble and punctuated with shouts or cries. Not at all the sort of sounds that should go with the event which had been inaugurated this morning. While he was well aware that the residents of the Hold had been complaining for months about the overcrowding by the settlers he'd planted in their quarters, the extra bodies were now gone. His holders should be happy to have regained the privacy they so prized now that the s.h.i.+ps and their pa.s.sengers had sailed off.
He was on his feet, annoyed that his contemplation as well as his meal were being interrupted by some stupidity when the Benden Weyrleaders appeared in his doorway.
”What are you two doing here?” he demanded, not at all pleased and hoping that the s.h.i.+ps had been well out of sight by the time they had approached his hold.
”I suggest you come outside and see, Lord Toric of Southern,' F'lar said but his smile was far from amiable and the Weyrwoman's smile was wider and full of malice.
”Now, see here, Benden-'
”No, you see Lessa interrupted him and pointed outside, there!” She stepped aside so that he had a view of Groghe of Fort, Larad of Telgar and Asgenar of Lemos waiting in the hall.
”We require your presence outside, Toric,' Larad said, his face expressionless.
”The sooner the better,' Groghe added. ”Being hauled down here when I've more than enough to attend to at Fort, with two generators down Toric was nearly apoplectic with fury and barged past his peers, down the hall and out of his hold. He came to a sudden halt at the top of the stairs leading down to the huge yard which was crowded with his holders and their erstwhile guests. Startled, he looked beyond their heads to the harbor and growled to see that the s.h.i.+ps he had seen off were back, sails furled and anchors cast overboard. The fact that each had a gold dragon hovering above it suggested the cause of the return.
Glancing now down at the crowded court, Toric became aware that the first few rows of faces turned on him were the men and women he had planted at his cross-river sites, who should be there, awaiting the arrival of the settlers; not here, with scared or indignant or nervous expressions on their faces.
And certainly not in close proximity to dragon riders and other Lords Holder. He was both surprised and outraged by the fact that all the Lords Holder seemed to be present.
”Just what is going on here?” he demanded in a loud and carrying tone though he was in a fair way toward figuring it out himself.
”I think that should be obvious enough, Toric,' F'lar said, taking a position a discreet distance from the enraged Lord Holder. ”I wished the Lords Holder to see for themselves that you had illegally initiated settlements outside your own holding.”
”What's wrong with that?” Toric demanded, deciding to plow through any objections that could be raised. ”The land's lying empty. I've spent months training these men and women,' and he gestured broadly, ”to deal with any of the hazards found in southern lands . ”The Southern Continent is not yours to parcel out, Toric,' Groghe said.
”It's not theirs either,' toric roared, jerking his hand over his shoulder in Benden Weyrleaders' direction. ”It belongs to anyone strong enough to hold-'
”But not someone who already has far more than a just share,' Groghe said, his eyes blazing as he took a menacing step toward the much larger toric. Larad and Asgenar closed in behind him to indicate to Toric that Groghe spoke for them.
Toric sneered down at Groghe. ”You could never stomach that, could you, Groghe? That your little Fort Hold would be lost in a corner of mine?”
”That is not the issue, man, Larad said. ”It was agreed among us ”I never agreed,' Toric said with a disparaging snort, determined to embroil them all in an argument and thus turn attention from him.
”You didn't choose to attend the meeting but its result is binding on all ”Not on me ”Shut your mouth, Toric,' F'lar said and gestured toward the dragons lining the cliff.
”Since when do dragonriders interfere with Hold business?” Toric said in a snarl, turning on the dragonrider.
”When the business is not in a Hold, toric,' and N'ton of Fort Weyr answered, stepping forward from where he stood in front of the crowd.
”Dragonriders have not interfered with Hold affairs,' cried R'mart of Telgar Weyr. T'gellan of Eastern, G'dened of Ista and his father, D'ram, formerly that Weyrleader, G'narish of Igen, T'bor of High Reaches, K'van of Southern and F'lessan of Honshu Weyrhold were ranged beside him. ”We have prevented an unfair appropriation of lands not available at this time for colonization by a Lord Holder who hasn't settled a fifth of his own lands.”
”You're saving all the best places for yourselves,' toric cried, jeering.
”By no means,' N'ton said and then grinned, turning slightly back to the crowd so the smile could be seen, ”but we do want our choice once Threadfall is over.”
”But it's not over,' cried someone deep in the crowd, a cry of frustration, indignation and anger.
”Twenty-two more Turns,' F'lar said, ”and you will never again have to t.i.the to the Weyrs. And we ” he paused for his tone had become resolute and hard, ”we will finally hold lands we can work and Halls of our own!” His words rang with the promise he repeated to them, and to himself. ”Of all those who live on Pern, the dragonriders are the only ones who are able to survey the extent of the territory available. At the insistence of the Lords Holder, we undertook that task between Falls, and the Lords Holder can vouch,' and F'lar nodded to the Lords Holder, standing to one side of the court, ”that a significant number of settlements have been started by groups who have the skills and the training to cope with the feral animals, the fevers, and the dangers you all know. You're also very much aware of what happens to people who think it's only a question of picking the next meal off a tree.” There was a ripple of bitter agreement for that. ”Holdings are being constantly released for settlements for those prepared to prove them. Just as the Ancients did.”
”And what gives you dragonriders the right to decide what privileged few go and where?” toric said, again jeering at F'lar.
”The Ancients' Charter gave every settler on Pern the right to choose land, to make his own stakehold. I was only ensuring that others were allowed their rights.”
”And you were not extending your Holding, Lord Toric?” Asgenar asked with deceptive mildness.
”Now why should I do that?” -And you were not exacting payment for providing the sites?”
”Payment?” Toric managed a very good expression of total astonishment and dismay.
”Payment!” F'lar said and gestured to several of the men in the front.
”There were certainly nominal costs involved in building adequate facilities Toric began until he saw that one of the men coming forward was one of the troublemakers he had wanted out of Southern as fast and as far away as possible.
Hosbon was the fourth son of a High Reaches Hold, strongly built and strongly minded that he was going to show his father and others that he ought to have had control of the family Hold.
If Toric had been perceptive, he would have seen that what he disliked in that young man were the qualities he prided himself on.
”We could have built our own Holds, Hosbon said. ”We've paid and paid ever since we were accepted,' and he loaded that word with indignation and repressed anger, ”by you as settlers.
Paid for everything we've eaten and every tool we've had in our hands. We'd've been better off if we had been illegal!” And he east an angry look at T'bor, the High Reaches Weyrleader A cheer went up from the crowd and the menacing atmosphere and the Benden Weyrleaders as if they were responsible for the indignities he had suffered.
”You couldn't have built adequate shelters,' toric roared back at him. ”You have to have stone to protect you from Thread ”But you said,' and Hosbon waved a fist at Toric, ”that Thread doesn't scour the land down here. We've seen it ourselves ”And once you cut the leaves and reeds from living bushes, Thread'd go through them as fast as it would your flesh,' T'bor said. ”I lived down here so I know.
”Oh!” Hosbon subsided briefly.
”The lack of easily accessible quarries is one reason,' F'lar said, ”why you just can't go where you choose down here - and survive. Lord Toric did you one favor by building in stone.