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be made up on site. As in the First Pass, the labor and material are supplied by the engineer corps as part of their public duty. You all should have received your full allotment of tanks by Year’s End.” S’nan, as always, was precise in his language, scorning the new word “Turn,” which the younger generation had begun to use instead of “year.”
    Kalvi rose to his feet. “I’ve scheduled every major hold with three days of training in the maintenance and repair of the flamethrowers and a practice session, which, I think,” and Kalvi grinned, “you will find comprehensive as well as interesting.” He shifted his stance and. would have gone on but S’nan held up his hand and gestured Kallvi to sit.
    With a bit of a snort and a grin, Kalvi complied.
    Now the Fort Weyrleader turned his glance to Corey. “I believe you also plan a three-day seminar to instruct major and minor hold personnel in burn control and Thread . . . ah . . . first aid.”
    Corey did not rise but nodded.
    “Lord Holders must assign suitable medics with every ground control unit, or have one member of each trained in first aid and supplied with kits containing numbweed, fellis juice, and other first-aid medications.
    “Now,” and he flipped over the top sheet, “I have done pre-Pass inspections of all Weyrs and find them well up to strength, with sufficient cadet riders to supply the wings with phosphine rock during the Pass. I have discussed all aspects of flight tactics and Weyr maintenance with the respective Weyrleaders . . .”
    K’vin writhed a bit on his chair, remembering the exhaustive inspection carried out by S’nan and Sarai: they’d even inspected the recycling plant! Then he noticed that G’don, the oldest Weyrleader, was also squirming. So, the Fort pair had spared no one in their officious search for perfection. Well, they
were
heading into a Pass, and the Fort Weyrleaders were correct to want every aspect of dragon-riding at the highest possible standard and readiness. In the propagation of dragons, the pair had found no fault with Telgar Weyr: it had had the largest clutches of all the Weyrs in the last three years as the dragons themselves answered the tide of preparations for the coming struggle. K’vin was hoping that Charanth’s first clutch would be larger than any that B’ner’s Miginth had sired: maybe then Zulaya would warm to him. The two junior queens had done well in their latest clutches, producing more of the useful greens and blues. Telgar Weyr would soon be full! They might have to shift out some of the excess population to other Weyrs, but that could wait until the yearly review.
    “And, in conclusion, let me state that we are as ready as we can be.”
    “Far more ready than the First Riders were,” G’don remarked in his dry fashion.
    “Indeed,” said Irene of Benden.
    K’vin contented himself with a smile. Unbidden, a little wiggle of fear shot up from his belly to chill him. He gave himself a shake. He came from a Blood that had produced First Riders and contributed many sons and daughters to the Weyrs.
    And you ride me,
Charanth said firmly.
I shall be formidable in the air. Thread will fly in the other direction when it sees my flame.
And that was not all draconic boast, for Charanth had racked up the Weyr record for the length he achieved in flaming practice.
Together we meet Thread, not just you on your own. I shall be with you and we shall overcome.
    Thanks, Charrie.
    You’re welcome, Key.
    “You’ve got that look in your eye, K’vin,” Zulaya murmured for his ear alone. “What’s Charanth’s opinion of all this?”
    “He’s raring to go,” K’vin whispered back, and grinned.
    Charanth was right to remind him that he did not fly alone. They were together, as they had been from the moment the bronze had broken his shell in half and stepped directly toward a fourteen-year-old K’vin of the Hanrahans waiting on the hot sands of the Hatching Ground. And K’vin