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Torlo's cynical smile was lopsided。 〃Like making dragons…and Runners…unnecessary？ If dragons won't be needed against Thread； they'll be looking for other things to do。 Runners'll be unnecessary！〃
〃Runners unnecessary？〃 Haligon exclaimed； throwing up his hands in dismay。 He knew the dragonriders were working hard on their own future but Runners had an assured one。 〃Why； your Craft started serving a need before the dragons had their first Weyr。 Right now； Runners're making traces and Stations in the south。 Your Craft； like all the others； is expanding。〃
Torlo leaned forward across the table； his eyes sparking with anger。 〃Not when there are dragonriders taking messages and packing people and parcels。〃
Haligon countered quickly。 〃How many small halls and holds can afford to hire a dragon？ Running a message costs only a thirty…second of a mark。 There are currently six thousand two hundred and forty dragons； and half of them are brown； bronze； and gold who wouldn't consider running messages。 You've that many Runner families working all the hours of a Turn and using youngsters on the short runs to keep up with the demand； not to mention what'll happen when the traces are laid in the south。 The queens aren't flying to mate as often or clutching as many； scaling down now that the end of this Pass is in sight； so I don't really see greens and blues in petition with Runners。 You've never been upset about fire…lizards。〃
Torlo snorted。 〃Only a few of them can be trusted to deliver messages。〃
〃That's true enough；〃 Haligon agreed； though his father's queen； Merga； having been exceedingly well trained by Menolly； had always proven reliable。 〃And no Runner has ever failed to bring messages through。〃 His thought went to Tenna； out on the frozen traces at the moment。
Torlo regarded him thoughtfully。 〃Nor will we ever。〃
〃So what is really bothering you； Stationmaster？〃
〃Those SmithCraftHall thingummies。。。 〃 Torlo made a cradle of his fingers； scowling as he tried to find the exact word。
〃The m units？〃
〃Them！ Seen one myself。 People'll be able to 'talk' to anyone。 Won't need Runners to take messages then。〃
Relief made Haligon laugh。 〃No； Torlo。 Can't happen。〃
〃Why not？〃 Torlo's sharp question was tinged with a belligerence he rarely displayed。
〃Too expensive；〃 Haligon blurted the words through his laughter。 〃Simple as that。 Takes Master Bassage and his Hall months to make the things。 Have to get the elements from several other Halls。 And they have a short range here in the north because there isn't a satellite relay。〃
〃A what？〃
〃Like the Yoko to relay the signal。 Healer Hall has to put up the relay for this part of the west and one up at Tillek； possibly a third at Telgar。 Two in the east； 1 heard。 They'd work better on the southern continent because of the Yoko； but with so many starting out holds and halls down there； it'll be a long time before they have marks for that sort of gadget。 My father will use Runners for a long time。 He trusts you。 For all he's forward looking on many issues； he trusts people more than machines。 No； Stationmaster； Runners'll be necessary for as long…as long as they've legs to run with。 They were the first Craft Fort Hold supported。 Turns before the first Weyr was established。 We'll never not need you； Master Torlo。〃
Torlo's expression had cleared as Haligon enumerated the problems to be surmounted by the new technology。
〃Aivas is like that； isn't it？ Shows how to do things better and that takes time all in itself。 Perhaps that's the best way。 No need to have things when we don't know we really need 'em。〃 Torlo rose； tactfully bringing their dialogue to an end。
As he got to his feet； Haligon wasn't sure whether or not the Stationmaster had agreed to help the Hold。
〃We support healers road and trace； Haligon；〃 Torlo said with an emphatic nod of his head as he escorted the young Lord across the big long…ceilinged room。 〃Those as hears will give a word to the wise to them as is too badly informed to know what's what！〃
〃That's what's needed； Torlo。〃
〃Myself； or Tenna； will tell you。〃 The Stationmaster tipped two fingers in a salute； leaving Haligon no option but to leave。
How could the Runners think； for even a moment； Haligon wondered； as he made haste in the cold weather to tell his father of this conversation； that their services would ever be redundant？ But the Weyrs would be。 His step faltered as his eyes went instinctively toward the distant Weyr in the hills above Fort Hold。 Weyrs； but not dragons！ There would be a reason for dragons to remain in Pern's skies。 Doing something。 Why； it was ludicrous to think of Pern without dragons！
The air froze the hair in his nostrils。 Was it warmer down near Boll where Tenna was running？ He hoped so。 His much…respected sire had been somewhat dubious about Haligon's keen interest in Tenna； but it was proving a very useful connection。 Haligon wished he could persuade Tenna to make it a lasting mitment。 There were enough children of the Fort Bloodline to carry on； short of another plague。 Maybe she'd like to go south； once he'd been released from his filial duties to Lord Groghe。
He should also tell Sebell about his interview with Torlo。 The MasterHarper should know about their fears。 And so much to be done。 So much！ He had all those petitions to sort through； to find those that did merit his father's particular attention。 Well； today was a good one to stay inside and be warm。 He took the steps to the Hold two at a time。
KEROON PRINTER HALL…1。3。31
Tagetarl squeezed tired eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his long nose； wondering at the same time why he thought that would restore his eyesight。 Sleep would help； but he had to get through the corrections to the dictionary； some old harpers with too little to do were challenging definitions and deploring the new technological ones； which were vital if young students were to understand the language in which manuals were written。 Being able to print many copies of the same material was a vast improvement on hand copying。 Any Harper apprentice who had had to do his hours in the Archives Hall blessed the introduction of printing presses； but there must be a trick to finding all the mistakes that could creep into typeset lines。 In his apprenticeship； if he made a mistake； he was able to scratch it out with a knife blade and rewrite； preferably before Master Arnor caught him at it。
It wasn't as easy to correct a mistake after several hundred copies had been printed。 So many printing runs were technical and had to be accurate： explanations and instructions crystal clear。 Rosheen was particularly good at this； and her fast fingers could set up a page quicker than he could。 But they were both learning how to manage the plexities of this new Hall； and Tagetarl was particularly determine to honor Master Robinton's faith in him by making this project the most successful of all that had been initiated by his Master and Aivas。
The slight creak of the office door sounded overloud in the still night。 He jumped to his feet。 Night？ A glance at his eastern…facing window told him that it was nearly morning。