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With a wide and mischievous grin； F'lessan closed his fingers around Tai's hand。
〃My very dear green； I can hear everything she says。〃
〃Can you？〃 Tai shot him a surprised glance。 She knew that Ramoth and Mnementh； even Monarth and Path； spoke to each other's people。
The unmistakable stink of trundlebug interrupted this revelation。
What did you do？ both riders cried； holding their noses as they ran for their dragons to mount and leave the clearing before they were actively ill。
I turned it； Golanth said as he leaped into the air； hoping between would absorb the awful reek。
Into mush； Zaranth said with some disgust。
They came out； so high above Cove Hold that they could see the whole of it spread out before them and the observatory sitting on its hill。 I can't smell me； Golanth said in an unusually meek voice。
I hope no one visits that clearing in the next day or two； F'lessan told Zaranth。
Tai says she sees another clearing and that Golanth must try again。 I think I know what he didn't do； Zaranth said。
Riding at Golanth's right wing tip； Tai grinned across at his rider and gestured down。 F'lessan nodded vigorously。 Zaranth and Tai veered left and let the following wind ease them down until both dragons circled the new clearing of the thick young growth that was springing up after the tsunami flooding。
Again Golanth sat himself down in the path of the trundlebug； one with five offspring； the last nearly big enough to go off by itself。
Now； you want to turn them just enough so they go in another direction； Zaranth was saying calmly。 Not grind them into the sand at the same time。 Just point to the east and give them a gentle。。。 I SAID GENTLE。。。 Where'd you send them？
East； Golanth said very softly。
The green dragon and both riders looked to the east。 There was a noticeable passage； trundlebug…wide； in a straight line through the grasses as far as they could see to the very waters of Cove Hold。
〃Didn't you say they can tread water？〃 F'lessan asked； almost as chagrined as his dragon。
〃If they don't already； they'll learn today；〃 Tai replied。 〃Trundlebugs are survivors。〃
He does understand what to do； Zaranth said。 He was…well； maybe； too enthusiastic？
〃I think；〃 F'lessan said； making good use of a chance to put his arm around Tai； 〃that more practice will determine exactly how much…energy？ enthusiasm？…is enough to do the trick。〃
FORT HOLD…2。13。31
When Tenna came in from her run and handed Torlo her packet of letters from the Southern Boll stations； he leaned close； on the pretext of making a notation of her arrival on his schedule pad。
〃Need to see your friend…〃 The old man paused so that Tenna would appreciate which friend。 〃…tonight。 You； too。 Side bench。 Ten…thirty。〃
Tenna was being accustomed now to arranging meetings with Haligon for Torlo。
〃You've a run uphill tomorrow； Tenna；〃 he said more audibly。
She made an amused grimace。 〃Then I'm for the baths and a good long soak。〃
〃As well； things considered；〃 was his reply and she went off； pausing first in the dormitory she shared with other girls。 It faced the main street and she pulled the curtain across to the exact center of the window。 Haligon； who knew she was back at the Station； would now realize that she wished to see him。 She didn't know which hold child ran his messages but they always got to him。 She gathered up clean clothes； and then had a long soak and a brisk leg massage before the evening meal。
It was a fair evening； if cold； and a wind always blew down the main road from the hills so she had her lined jacket ready when Haligon appeared at the door。 Everyone expected the two to be together when she was in Station so she smiled him a wele and was glad to see his expression lighten at the sight of her。 He'd had a lot of responsibility laid on him by Lord Groghe this Turn； being what Haligon privately described as 〃the Lord Holder's Runner；〃 and had remained cheerful and acmodating。 Or such was the impression she had from Torlo； as much because of what the Stationmanager didn't say as what he did。
〃Walk； Tenna？〃 Haligon asked； nodding courteously to Torlo and his wife； and extending the acknowledgment to the others in the main room。
The usual jibes of 〃a walk will do her good after the run〃 and 〃don't walk her legs off 〃 followed them out。 Such impudent ments were better than disapproving silence。
The new electric lights； fashioned like glowbaskets； were positioned on poles up and down the main road so； despite the chill； they weren't the only ones taking an evening stroll。 They walked beyond the fixed lights and off to the side； near a shed by the beastholds。 In the shadows there； she and Haligon could embrace without being overseen and with considerable enthusiasm。 She'd been away a sevenday and she had missed him。 Considering the ardor with which he kissed and nuzzled her； the feeling was mutual。
They had not really…not in so many precise words…discussed their association。 She knew that he knew she felt that she wasn't good enough for a son of one of the oldest Bloodlines on Pern。 He felt she would miss the freedom of her profession and did not wish to constrain her。 He had other； older brothers so his father might not be so particular about whom he espoused。 With the problems caused by the Fireball…which Haligon called the et…and Flood； they had both been extremely busy。 Fort Hold had taken no damage but Lord Groghe had sent Haligon to arrange assistance in Southern Boll； which had had bad flooding。 Tenna wondered if perhaps that was Lord Groghe's way of suggesting that Haligon favor Lady Janissian。 That would have been an acceptable alliance to Tenna's way of thinking。 Haligon's only ment was that the young woman would make a good Holder and he liked her。
They were both conscious； though no one in Fort mentioned the fact； that Lord Groghe was losing some measure of his phenomenal vigor。 Not surprising； considering he was eighty…nine。 The vandalism at Turn's End had so shocked the old Lord that he was determined to prevent a repetition in his Hold and to identify who was behind this 〃resurgence of all that Abomination nonsense。〃 He had managed to enlist the support of Torlo and many other Stationmasters； but not all Runners； there were those who still did not understand that it would be many； many Turns before the 〃abominable〃 hand units significantly affected their profession。 Nevertheless； most would follow Station policy： they abhorred the violence displayed by the Abominators and their callous attack on the Healer Halls。 Tenna might be one voice but she did her part； when she could； repeating what Lady Lessa had said…that Runners had long served Pern and would continue to do so。
Held passionately in Haligon's arms； she could forget duty； responsibility； and anything but the sensual contact she was enjoying。 Tenna did nothing by halves and neither did Haligon。
With the innate sense of time that most Runners possessed； she reluctantly wriggled out of his arms and started pulling her clothing straight。 She smiled when she heard his deep exasperated sigh。
He finger…bed his hair…which he hadn't had time to have trimmed…into a neat club at the back of his neck； fixed the collar of his jacket and lengthened his stride to match hers。 Tenna certainly could set a brisk pace。
Torlo； or rather a shadow that could be a man； was already seated on the side bench； where the corner of the Station jutted out from the line of its neighbors。 Tenna and Haligon often sat there； out of sight。 Without a word； they sat on either side of him。
〃Runners finally traced all those messages to Keroon；〃 Torlo said without preamble。 〃Wide Bay and two inland holds； both isolated。 Another reason it took so long to confirm Lord Groghe's request was because sometimes the messages were handed to Runners already on the trace。〃
〃They were？〃 Tenna was astonished。
〃Runners were paid； so it was permissible。 'Cept it happened quite a few times in Keroon； and Chesmic got suspicious and asked Runners and other Stationmasters； sort of quiet…like； how often that happened。 That's why we got a network for Runners…never too fa