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d the conformity required of children in the holds； he was as glad he'd been weyrbred。
He gave the gloves one more shove to store them pletely； but still he hesitated to enter the room。 He didn't want to disturb the single reader who was so engrossed in her study that she was unaware of him standing there。
No one has ever disliked your pany； said his dragon。
I don't like to break into such concentration； F'lessan replied。 How do we know she isn't studying an alternative occupation for After？
Dragons will always be needed on Pern； Golanth said stoutly。
Golanth was fond of making that observation。 Almost as if Golanth； too； needed to reassure himself。 Maybe it was just the mindset of a bronze dragon…or more likely Mnementh's in particular； since F'lar's great bronze took a keen interest in the subtle tuition of any bronzes hatched on Benden's sands。 However； succeeding F'lar as Weyrleader of Benden was most certainly not in F'lessan's future plans。 F'lessan earnestly hoped that F'lar would lead the Weyr out of this Pass： a triumph in itself； over and above what F'lar had done at its beginning with the slender force he'd had available then。 Being Wingleader suited F'lessan's blithe personality； especially now that he had claimed Honshu as his special domain。 Now； if the Weyrleaders…or rather F'lar…would just e out and say that he and Lessa would retire there； no one would dare contest his claim。
Unlike the position of Lord Holders； the Weyrleadership was not hereditary。 A good example was the recent stepping down of R'mart and Bedella of Telgar。 To establish the new leadership； the challenge had been for the best bronze in the Weyr to fly the first junior queen ready to mate。 J'fery； rider of bronze Willerth； was now Telgar's Weyrleader； and Palla； golden Talmanth's rider； was Weyrwoman。 F'lessan knew them both well； and knew they would lead Telgar Weyr well under Threadfree skies。
If we don't make the arrogant mistakes that the Oldtimers did； F'lessan added to himself； and expect to continue receiving the perquisites due the Weyrs during a Pass； once there is no more Thread。
A movement brought him back to the present。 The girl's boots scraped over the stone floor as she recrossed her ankles。 She was hunched forward over the reading desk and now leaned her elbows on the table。 Her profile was well lit by the softly disseminated light； and she had thinned her lips over whatever it was she was reading。 She frowned； then sighed over the wide page。 F'lessan saw the well…defined arch of a black eyebrow as her frown relaxed。 She had a long and very delicately formed nose； he observed with mild approval。 Her hair； a midbrown sparking with red as she moved； was clipped short on top to reduce sweating under her helmet。 Left long at the nape of her neck； the wavy mass reached halfway down her back； where it was neatly cut off in a straight line。
She turned her head abruptly； suddenly aware of his scrutiny。
〃Sorry。 Thought I'd have the place to myself；〃 F'lessan said genially； striding forward； his dress shoes making very little sound on the stone floor。
Her startlement suggested to him that she； too； had thought she could study in solitary quiet。 She was in the act of pushing back her chair when he held out a hand to prevent her from rising。 Most riders knew who he was： he made a habit of flying Thread with the two southern Weyrs and usually attended every Impression。 The latter was sheer indulgence on his part； for at each Impression； he and Golanth reaffirmed their lifelong mitment to each other。 Now that he could see her full face； he recognized her。 〃You're Tai； aren't you？ Zaranth's rider？〃 he asked； hoping he remembered rightly。
You always do； Golanth murmured。 She'd Impressed； unexpectedly； nearly five Turns ago at Monaco Bay。 She'd e south； though he couldn't remember from where。 There had been so many people flooding through Landing since Aivas was discovered in 2538。 While she couldn't be much older than her mid twenties； he wondered if she'd been part of the workforce during those astonishing five Turns of Aivas。 After all； Aivas had demonstrated a distinct bias for green dragons and their riders。
F'lessan stepped forward； extending his hand to her。 She looked embarrassed； dropping her eyes as soon as their hands had clasped politely。 Her handshake was firm； if brisk almost to the point of rudeness； and he could feel some odd ridges； scars； on the back of her hand and on her forefinger。 She wasn't pretty； she didn't act sensual； the way some green riders did； and she was only half a head shorter than he was。 She wasn't too thin； but the lack of flesh on her bones gave her a slightly boyish appearance。
〃I'm F'lessan； Golanth's rider； of Benden。〃
〃Yes；〃 she said； shooting him a sharp look。 Her eyes were set at an unusual upward slant； but she looked away so quickly he couldn't see what color they were。 Oddly enough； she flushed。 〃I know。〃 She seemed to gather breath to continue。 〃Zaranth just told me that Golanth had apologized for disturbing her nap on the ledge。〃 She flicked him another almost contrite glance； awkwardly clasping her left wrist with her right hand so that the knuckles turned white。
F'lessan grinned in his most ingratiating fashion。 〃By nature； Golanth is very considerate。〃 He gave a little bow and gestured toward the volume open on the reading desk。 〃Don't let me disturb your studies。 I'll be over there。〃 He pointed to the far right。
He could just as easily work in the alcove as in the main room and not intrude on her solitude。 In no time at all he had collected three of the records he thought most likely to contain the information he sought； and brought them to the smaller reading desk in the alcove。 A narrow window gave him a view of the eastern hills and the barest sparkle of the sea。 He seated himself； placed the piece of paper that he had brought with him on the table； and started riffling through the thinly coated plastic pages of the Tower records。 He was looking for one name： Stev Kimmer； listed in the colony records as Stakeholder on Bitkim Island； now called Ista Hold。 He needed to find any connection between Kimmer and Kenjo Fusaiyuki； who had been the original Honshu Stakeholder。
In his careful clearing of debris in the ancient dwelling place； he had found the initials SK carved or etched on several surfaces： on the metal worktop in the garage of the ancient sled and on several drawers。 No other inhabitant had defaced or initialed anything。 The only SK not listed as going north in the Second Crossing…when the Thread…beleaguered colonists had resettled at Fort…was Stev Kimmer。 Previous research revealed that the man had disappeared with a sled after Ted Tubberman's illegal launch of an appeal for help from old Earth。 Kimmer had not been seen again。 The loss of a functional sled had been officially regretted； Kimmer's absence had not。
The interesting point in F'lessan's earlier search was that Ita Fusaiyuki had continued to hold at Honshu and resisted every invitation to move north with her children。 Other colonists； like those at Terne Island and some of the smaller holds in Dorado； had hung on in the south as l