xxxmoves that he noticed their absence only xxxmoves when Lady Hayara rose and left the
table, escaping a Jora slumped drunkenly across it.
No one would ever know exactly what did happen that night, but suddenly
a piercing scream from xxxmoves Nemorth roused everyone.
Especially when every other dragon voice augmented her heart-rending,
piteous scream. It seemed to go on and on, as if none of the dragons need
pause for xxxmoves breath. It cut through the night air, worse xxxmoves than any tormented
watchwher's cry - a knife to the ears and to the heart. He thought his
heart xxxmoves would stop at the anguish which reverberated in the Bowl.
He was by no means the first person to clap hands to his ears to muffle
the awful screeching. It was the look of shock on drugonrider faces that
xxxmoves gave Robinton his clue to the tragedy which xxxmoves had just been announced in
dragon voice. The entire Weyr was mourning the death of a dragon.
Robinton grabbed C' gan and turned the stricken rider to him.
C'gan's nerveless fingers slipped off the xxxmoves guitar neck as tears sprang
from his eyes.
"What is it, C'xxxmoves gan? What's happened?"
Gulping to clear his throat, xxxmoves C'gan turned anguished eyes to the harper.
"xxxmoves It's Chendith. He's dead."
"xxxmoves Chendith?" Robinton whirled round, trying to spot S'xxxmoves loner in the crowd
of shocked people. xxxmoves He saw F'lon, miraculously sober, running first to
T'rell, the Weyrlingmaster, because the keening had aroused the dragonets
and T'rell needed help in rounding up the new riders to go and xxxmoves comfort
their distressed beasts. xxxmoves not a young man himself, T'xxxmoves rell looked xxxmoves haggard
with grief and staggered as he moved about the tables.
"Dead? Why? How?" Robinton demanded. "He didn't look sick or anything
during the Hatching." He lost sight of F'lon, then saw him again, hauling
the xxxmoves Weyr's healer
into xxxmoves the light.
Then Lady
Hayara gave a shriek that pierced through the keening.
"Maidir? Maidir! Where are you?"
It was the watchrider,
circling down on xxxmoves his dragon, who told them that
he had seen Chendith, with two aboard him, going between. He couldn't see
too well in the darkness above the lighted Bowl, but he thought that
Chendith's passenger had been Lord Maidir. He'd caught the shine of white
xxxmoves hair xxxmoves and the green xxxmoves of the man's garments. Lord Maidir had been wearing
green.
"But why? What could have happened to them? S'loner wouldn'xxxmoves t take
Chendith'