"Very well,” Menolly said briskly, pushing the sketch of Boskoney over to her. "Sebell will inform Boskoney of his posting and I'll ask T'gellan to send a rider to collect him. I'd like to discuss the various children with him so he'll know what aspects to concentrate on. They're such a lovely handful. I've quite enjoyed my time. Ooops, there's the baby awake again." Boskoney arrived, was duly briefed by Menolly on his students' abilities, and settled in the Harper's Hold as if he'd always been there. Menolly promised to visit Paradise River Hold again, especially when Camo volunteered the information that he would like to stay warm here. He didn't like winter but then, as Menolly explained, he had trouble remembering to put on his jacket as the year progressed into winter, and to forget to take it off as the year wound into spring and summer.
Boskoney elected to do his Harper Hall duty at Landing in the evenings, and T'lion and Gadareth were usually assigned to convey him. That suited T'lion, Gadareth and Alemi for they continued to improve their relations with the dolphins, and now there were many pods who would respond to the Bells. In the biggest tree bordering the strand nearest Eastern Weyr, T'lion had cobbled a sort of belfry arrangement ‑ using a smaller bell than Alemi used at Paradise Head.
It wasn't that he was trying to be secretive about this activity.
It was more he was relishing the association too much as was Gadareth ‑ that he didn't want his efforts ridiculed or demeaned.
After all, it wasn't as if Weyrleader T'gellan didn't know that dolphins rescued the sea‑stranded. It was only that he, T'lion, hadn't exactly explained the connection he was improving all the time.
A summons to the Weyrleader's quarters that morning in no way alarmed T'lion since T'gellan often sent for him to assign the day's chores. But he did not expect to see his brother there and he was not at all reassured by the smug expression on K'din's face and the stern ones T'gellan and Mirrim wore.
I don't know why you're upset, Monarth, T'lion heard his dragon say quite loudly in his head. They are dolphins that the Ancients brought here. They save lives. They can speak to anyone.
That gave T'lion the clue he needed: K'din had been spying on his evening sessions with the dolphins.
"I believe you have some explaining to do, T'lion,” T'gellan said sternly, cocking an eyebrow at his young rider. Mirrim also looked repressive.
"About the dolphins?" T'lion hoped he sounded more relaxed than he actually was.
"Dolphins?"
"Yes, dolphins is what Aivas called them,” and he saw the Weyrleaders exchange glances as he casually dropped in that authority. "They came with the Ancients, you know. They had been given mentasynth enhancement so they could speak with their human partners, the dolphineers." He got all the big words out without tripping over them.
T'gellan frowned. "You've been to Aivas with this?"
"Well, no, he interviewed me. Master Alemi at Paradise River Hold is working very closely with the dolphins since they give him weather reports, news about what fish are running and where. Saves the fishmen a lot of trouble. And better yet, they warn about squalls."
"They do!" T'gellan said, more statement than question, digesting T'lion's cheerfully rendered explanation.
"And just how did you get involved, T'lion?" Mirrim wanted to know.
"Oh, you know how these things happen, Mirrim. Like the time you impressed your fire‑lizards."
She frowned, giving him a "don'tyoubecockywith‑me stare. You impressed these creatures?"
"No, nothing like that, and T'lion dismissed the suggestion with a flick of his hand. "Nothing like dragons,” and his tone also relegated the association to a less significant interface. "They are useful, though,” and he decided not to add ‘like fire‑lizards'.
"You summon them with a bell peal. If they feel like it, they answer. Mostly they do because we're sort of a new game for them.
"New game?" T'gellan leaned forward.
"That's what Master Alemi said. The pod that lives in these waters is different to the one he's in contact with. Aivas wants us to find out how many there are and try to improve their language skills.”
"Language skills?" Mirrim said, blinking at him.
T'lion gave a shrug. "That's the term Aivas used. They speak badly . they say ‘mans’ for ‘men’ and ‘gayve’ instead of gave . messing up words something fearful. I have to sort of teach them how to speak correctly."
K'din gave a scornful guffaw. "You, a teacher?"
"I do know more words than the dolphins do,” T'lion replied serenely.
“Just when do you teach them, T'lion?"
The young bronze rider could see he wasn't out of the fire yet as far as his Weyrleader was concerned. "Oh, when I have time. Like when I'm bathing Gadareth. He rather likes the dolphins. They swim under him and tickle his belly. And when I'm scrubbing his wings, they vault over them."
"Do they so?" The Weyrleader's tone was rhetorical and T'lion remained silent, trying to act nonchalant.
Had K'din actually suggested that he was depriving or neglecting Gadareth in favor of dolphins? Not that he could be drummed out of the Weyr or anything! However, he could be disciplined and kept from associating with the dolphins. Had he mentioned Aivas enough so that T'gellan would be satisfied? Or had he made too much of that association for a Weyrleader's unease?
"I think we'd better meet these Dolphins, Weyrleader. They'd be pleased to make your acquaintance, too." T'lion sounded as cheerful as he could but he hoped the dolphins would display their positive talents instead of their love of play and games.
"Can my brother come?”
“So he can get a good square look at the dolphins?"
T'gellan regarded the older brown rider with a speculative look. "I do believe that might be salutary."
“Yes, very,” Mirrim added with a sour look in K'din's direction.
Monarth and Path are interested. I told them everything we do. But we should have told the Weyrleaders sooner. That is one thing wrong. I don't understand the other.
Not the most reassuring remark Gadareth could have made.
As T'lion turned to follow the Weyrleaders out to their waiting dragons, he realized that Gadareth was correct about not informing his Weyrleaders sooner. But, with conveying Menolly and others about, he hadn't been much in the Weyr these days.
But much on the seaside talking to dolphins, Gadareth reminded him conscientiously.
That brother of mine, T'lion thought back to his bronze, he'd love nothing better than to get me in trouble with the Weyrleaders.
Buleth doesn't like it.
Good on Buleth, then.
Fortunately for T'lion's purpose of demonstration, Tana and Natua appeared as soon as the bell peal had echoed across waters slightly roughened by a sea breeze and the incoming tide. T'lion walked in to waist depth to meet the two while the others stood on the shore, dragons, riders and Mirrim's fire‑lizards.
"Just you two?" T'lion asked, having hoped to have more of the pod to show off. Then he raised his voice so those on the beach could hear what he said as he made introductions.
"Tana, Natua, that's my pod leader, T'gellan, and his mate, Mirrim. And K'din." He was not going to introduce him as his brother.
"G'day, Gellin, Mirm,” Natua said politely while Afo splashed water in their direction.
"G'day, Natua,” Mirrim said and waded out to stand by T'lion. She had a grin on her face. Her fire‑lizards swirled above her head protectively. She patted the bottlenose that Natua pushed at her. Tana did a swim‑by, observing Mirrim with first one eye and then the other on the return trip. Then she reared up in the water so that she and Mirrim were at eye level. "G'day, Tana. Water good?"
"Fine. Fish fine, too. Pod eating. Good eating.”
Tana wanted to know what game they'd be playing so T'lion hastily intervened. "Sorry to call you from feeding, Tana."
"Bell ring. We answer. We promise. We here."
He was also pleased that their speech was so clear ‑ he'd finally bro
ken their habit of saying ‘oo‑ee' for ‘we'.
"It's very good of you to be so prompt because my pod leaders wanted to meet you.
Natua did a backward flip, showering water on Mirrim and T'lion Mirrim's expression went blank as water dripped from her head and shoulders. Well accustomed to such antics, T'lion winced that he hadn't thought to warn her. Mirrim flicked water off her arms and gave a deep sigh.
"You didn't need to soak Mirrim,” T'lion said, shaking a finger at Natua. The dolphin squeed and cut a circle about the two humans.
"Water warm. Good,” Natua said, his lower jaw dropping in a smile as he came to a halt by the young rider.
Mirrim began to laugh. "What's a soaking to sea creatures?”
“And I did enter his water." She used both hands to shake water out of her hair. "You like soaking humans."
"You woman, not oomans,” Natua said.
Mirrim made an o with her mouth, amazed that he recognized the difference. "Thank you, Natua! C'mon in, T'gellan, you're missing half the fun and the water's warm!'
Then to everyone's shock, Tana delivered a surprise. "You have baby inside."
"WHAT?" Mirrim cried, arching her body toward the dolphin.
"Tana sees baby.”
"What did you say? Now, wait a minute, you, you fish!' Mirrim said, shock briefly draining color out of her face before indignation brought on a deep flush under her tanned skin.
"What'd that critter just say?" T'gellan demanded, wading into the water to his weyrmate and putting a protective arm about her.
T'lion was aghast. He didn't know what to do. He gulped and stammered, until he caught his brother's smug expression.
"It said I'm pregnant,” Mirrim replied. "This is not a joking matter, doll fin!'
"Not joking,” Tana said. "I know. Always we know. Sonar tells truth about woman body."
"Sonar? What's that?" T'gellan demanded of his young rider. ‑Just what is going on here?"
"I don't know,” T'lion said in a wail.
"I right. You ask medic. Squeee! Good time is baby time. I have baby, too. Like it."
"Medic?" T'gellan echoed, ignoring the rest of the comment.
"That's what the Ancients called healers,' Mirrim murmured, her head bent to watch the hand she put on her belly, just below the watery surface.
"I'm sorry, Mirrim. I don't know” T'lion said, appalled by the incident and Tana's declaration. How could she queer this meeting? He'd thought they were his friends! He might just as well plead to be transferred to another Weyr before his disgrace became planet‑wide . . . and he had no doubt at all that K'din would see that everyone knew! He'd truly shamed his family now. And he'd been so proud to speak to shipfish!
To his growing horror, Tana didn't stop chattering and Natua was nodding violently as if he, too, concurred!
"I know. Woman is pregnant,” Tana repeated, excitedly weaving about in front of the three humans. Then, before anyone guessed her intent, she dropped back into the water, and with the greatest care and lightest touch, put her nose over Mirrim's hand. "Have baby. Not soon. Small."
T'gellan exchanged glances with his weyrmate and began to smile tenderly at Mirrim.
"Not that I don't wish you were, Mir,” he said so softly that T'lion wasn't sure he'd heard properly.
"But nothing's happened yet. I mean, it's much too soon to be sure,” Mirrim murmured back, looking up at the tall bronze rider, her expression equally tender. Then she gave herself a shake and started to wade to the shore. "First thing, we find out from Aivas if that silly sea creature could possibly know what it's talking about." She swivelled back toward T'lion. "You come, too, T'lion, and we'll just settle the matter for once and all. Can't have a rider your age dealing with erratic creatures like these."
“I love you, T'lion," Gadareth said in such a vehement tone that T'lion was a little comforted. Until he saw the triumphant expression on K'din's face. He closed his eyes, trying to close his ears against the joyous sounds of squeeing and clicking the two dolphins were making as he waded out of the water. " I like the dolphins. They have such fun and made things fun for us, too."
" Don't talk to me about doll fins right now, Gaddie. You don't know what they've just done."
" I know. Path knows. Path is glad if her rider is to have a baby."
T'lion groaned as he obeyed T'gellan's hand signal to mount the young bronze.
"You'll come, too, K'din,” T'gellan said and his expression was suddenly severe. "I want you where I can see you. We're flying straight."
Mirrim had mounted Path, the drip from her wet legs and clothing running down the green's sides.
"Keep it a low flight,” she said. "We'll dry out as we go but I don't want it fast either." She did not so much as look in T'lion's direction which depressed him even further.
Schools of fish, warnings of shoals and squalls were well within a dolphin's abilities, but this? T'lion allowed his body to move with Gadareth's upward leap but he felt wooden, and scared, and totally miserable. How could Natua and Tana treat him so? Just when he needed them to show at their very best. He'd never even had a chance to ask them about weather bearing down on them, or schools in the seas off Eastern Weyr.
The straight flight, though it wasn't actually that far, took ages. His clothes were dry and his nose burned enough to hurt by the time they reached Landing. K'din's smugness became slightly tinged now with awe as he followed his leaders into the Admin and right up to the table where D'ram was currently serving as visit monitor.
"T'gellan, Mirrim, how very good to see you. Monarth and Path are well? And here's T'lion again and this is your older brother, isn't it, T'lion? A noticeable family resemblance.
"Good day, D'ram, Tiroth looks fat and fine up there in the sun,” T'gellan said pleasantly but with an unmistakable urgency in his tone.
"A problem?"
"Yes, and one which only Aivas can solve for us. Is there any free time to query him?"
"Yes, certainly. Try the small conference room. T'lion knows the way.”
T'lion would have given anything right now not to be so well known to D'ram. As the ex‑Istan Weyrleader gave him a smiling permission to proceed, T'lion shrank in on himself.
"Lead on, T'lion,” T'gellan ordered, an indefinable expression on his face as he followed.
T'lion trudged disconsolately toward the conference room and utter humiliation, a short walk that seemed as long as the flight straight.
Monarth said they would like to have a baby, Gadareth told him in a cheerful tone. Path agrees.
But what if Tana can't know? What if she's wrong? I’ll die!
No, and Gadareth's tone chided him for rashness, because you would not like me to die, too, would you?
No, of course not! T'lion gave himself a shake. Whatever happened now he still had Gadareth. No‑one could part him from his dragon.
He pushed open the door.
"Aivas, it's T'lion here with Weyrleader T'gellan and green Path's rider, Mirrim,” he announced to the screen. Only when he had caught a reproving glance from T'gellan did he mutter K'din's name.
"What is the topic of your, discussion today? The dolphins?"
"How did he know?" Mirrim asked in an undertone.
"Because T'lion usually reports on the progress of his meetings with the dolphins, Mirrim,” Aivas said and Mirrim winced, having forgotten the acuteness of the facility's ‘hearing'.
"One of the dolphins, Tana, said I was pregnant." Mirrim came straight to the point.
"If the dolphin noticed an alteration in your womb, she is likely to be accurate."
A profound silence fell on the small conference room.
"Well, now, how? I didn't even know myself, Aivas,” Mirrim said, easing herself on to a chair. "I mean ‑ ‘Dolphin sonar’ ‑ That was the word she used ‘Sonar’ What is that?"
"Dolphin sonar is the means by which they navigate across the oceans of Pern, sending out signals and reading the sound waves that return to them. Sonar als
o informs the dolphin of minute changes in body mass.”
“Dolphins accurately diagnose” T'gellan exclaimed.
"to not only pregnancy but bodily tumors and growths and often other illnesses in their early stages. Medics ‑ healers in your current parlance ‑ relied on dolphin diagnostics as unique and correct.”
"You mean, Mirrim is pregnant?" T'gellan asked.
"If a dolphin has pronounced it, indubitably she is with child.”
T'lion looked from the radiant smile that suffused Mirrim's face to T'gellan's proud posture. Out of the corner of his eye he caught the grimace on his brother's face but he was careful not to exhibit his elation at Aivas' verdict. He didn't want to prod K'din into further acts of retaliation. It was enough that he, T'lion, was right and he mentally kicked himself for doubting the dolphins. But he hadn't had any idea they could ‘see' into human bodies!
"Perhaps this facet of dolphin abilities has been overlooked?" Aivas asked after T'gellan and Mirrim had shared a happy embrace.
T'gellan looked at T'lion who shrugged denial.
"I think we should ask the Weyr Healer to look into the matter,” T'gellan said. "Would the dolphins see infections that lie under the skin and then erupt?"
"The records so indicate. Do you refer to a puncture wound?"
"Yes, I do. M'sur nearly lost his leg because it wasn't until he saw the red lines of blood poisoning that he realized he had a severe injury. Persellan had a time saving his life and his leg!” Then T'gellan turned to T'lion. "I think we'd best inform the Healers Hall at Fort about this."
"D'you think they'll believe you?" Mirrim said with a laugh.
Her left hand hovered on her belt, fingers spread over her belly as if she still couldn't credit the diagnosis.
T'gellan shrugged, grinning. "They can or cannot as they so choose but I've a duty to inform them."
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