Dragon Harper

CHAPTER I Put this on," D'vin said to Cristov as they rushed to the Hatching Grounds. The white robe was the traditional garb for candidates, as every child on Pern knew from the Teaching Ballads. Cristov suddenly realized that his heart was racing, his throat dry. In not much longer than it took D'vin's bronze dragon to go betweenno more time than it took to cough three timesCristov went from being a miner recovering from an injury to being a candidate for a Hatching. This can't be happening, he thought. It should have been Pellar. Pellar was the mute Harper who had rescued Cristov when his mine had collapsed, had saved Cristov when Tenim had purposely exploded the old firestone mine, and who had had a fire-lizard before Tenim's hunting bird had killed itand had nearly killed Pellar, as well. Pellar deserved to be a candidate . . . but Pellar had insisted upon remaining at the newly named Fire Hold to help the young holdless girl, Halla, manage the Shunned of Pern to redeem their honor by mining the firestone of Pern. "Cristov!" The voice, close by his ear, startled him. "You're here! Excellent!" Cristov's eyes widened as he recognized Kindan. Turns back, he and Kindan had been enemies. Back then, Cristov had despised watch-whers, just as he'd been taught by his father. Kindan's father had been a wherhandler, a person bonded to the ugly night-loving creatures who were only distant cousins to the great dragons that protected Pern. Infected by his father's attitudes, Cristov had despised Kindan, and they'd fought many times as youngsters. In the end, however, Cristov had realized that it was Kindan who had been right and his father who had been wrongand Cristov had found himself, at an early age, making a grown man's choice and doing what was right instead of what was expected. He'd even come to regard the ugly watch-whers with respect bordering on awe. And now he greeted Kindan with a huge grin. Kindan saw the robe clasped in Cristov's hand and his eyebrows rose. He held up his hand and showed Cristov that he, too, had the white robe of a candidate. "Great, we can go together," he said to Cristov, as he pulled his robe over his head and tied it with the white belt. "I thought you wanted to be a harper," Cristov said in surprise. "Harpers can be dragonriders, too," Kindan replied with a big grin. "You'll be certain to Impress, after your watch-wher," Cristov said. "Probably a bronze, too!" Kindan shook his head. "I'll just be happy to Impress," he replied. "I'll leave the bronzes to you." "Cristov, Kindan, hurry!" They both turned and saw Sonia, the healer's daughter, also dressed in white robes. "Oh, I do hope that egg's a queen!" Cristov knew that Sonia had been eyeing the funnily marked egg on the Hatching Grounds for some time. Traditionally, though, the queen dragon would carefully push aside any queen eggs, and Jessala's Garirth hadn't done so. In fact, the egg looked so odd that the Weyr's healer, Sonia's father S'son, had been asked to examine it to be sure it was whole. Garirth was so old that her gold hide was a mere pale yellow, and Jessala, her rider, was so pained with age that she rarely moved from her quarters. It was entirely possible that age had caused this egg to have come out wrong somehow. But S'son had declared it fine. D'vin gestured for them to go foMcCaffrey, Anne is the author of 'Dragon Harper ', published 2007 under ISBN 9780345480309 and ISBN 0345480309.