amc.masterharperofpern-第16节
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〃They're leaving；〃 Lexey said； pointing as the dragons suddenly leaped skywards。 As the great wings swirled up dust and grit from the courtyard； the children hastily turned away to protect their faces。 When they turned back； rubbing dirt from their eyes； the dragons had already risen above the high； pitched roof of the quadrangle。
Robinton waved frantically； recognizing Cortath's bright bronze coat and his passengers； but he didn't think even his mother was looking down just then。 The next moment； all had disappeared and the courtyard looked emptier than ever。 He felt oddly sad that the dragon had gone … as if he had missed something very important； but didn't know what it was。 He realized that he didn't really want to know if his friends had heard the dragon； too。 After all； he had been the one who had done the talking； so it was his special encounter。 He was not covetous by nature； but some things you kept to yourself； because they were yours； your doing and should be savoured quietly。
If； later； Lorra noticed that Robinton wasn't as talkative as he usually was with her； she chalked it up to his parents' absence。 At least； his mother's absence。 Though that didn't explain the odd little happy smile on his face； as if he were enjoying some secret thought。 She liked taking care of young Rob。 He was no trouble at all； especially when he would； as he did now； take himself to a corner in the kitchen and play on the pipe that was always tucked into his waistband。 The tune he played wasn't familiar to her； but then he was always making up tunes。 She didn't have the time； just then； to find out if he'd made up a new one。 But later； as she put him to bed； she asked about it。
〃Yes； about dragons；〃 he said sleepily。
〃You were in the courtyard when they came？ Of course you were； saying goodbye to your parents；〃 Lorra said。 She snuggled his bed fur up against his chin。 〃You must play it for me sometime。〃
〃No； it's all mine；〃 he mumbled； and Lorra wasn't sure if she had heard him right。 He usually couldn't wait to play her a new tune。。。 because； as she thought with some acidity； she listened even if his father did not。 But he was asleep before she could ask him what he meant。
Late in the autumn； when everyone knew that there was a clutch of eggs on the Hatching Sands at Benden Weyr； Robinton met dragons for the second time。 They came on Search。 He already knew about Search； since it was the subject of a Teaching Ballad about the duty of Hall and Hold to allow any person the dragons chose to go to the Weyr。 Most of those who went to a Weyr became dragonriders： a high honour。 If dragons liked music； as Cortath had told him they did； maybe they'd like Robinton's tunes； and no one would object to having a dragonrider who had musical training。 By the time he was old enough to be Searched； he'd be at least a second…year apprentice。
When the wing landed in Fort Hold's courtyard； he was playing … hop…it again； actually … with Lexey； Libby； Curtos and Barba。
Barba was not his favourite playmate … she was awful bossy … but the moment the dragons landed； she started shrieking and ran into the Hall。 Robinton ran； too： right for the dragons。
〃Cortath？〃 he called out； racing across the vast courtyard as fast as he could towards the three bronzes who had landed to one side。
He ducked in among the greens and blues； pletely unaware that it was actually the greens and blues who were sensitive to those who might make good Impressions。
Cortath is not here today。
Robie stopped short； breathing hard as he realized that； indeed； his good friend was not there。 〃But I wanted to talk to him；〃 he said； almost in tears with disappointment。
I will tell him a harper boy regretted his absence。
〃I'm not a harper 。。。 yet；〃 Robinton admitted； identifying the not…so…bright bronze as the one who had spoken to him。 〃Would you mind my talking to you？ If you've nothing better to do for a moment？ May I ask your name？〃 And he executed a half…bow to show he was being respectful。
You may。 I call myself Kilminth and my rider is S'bran。 What is your name？
As if you'll remember； said another dragon voice。 It was the very dark bronze one。 It is only a child。
Who hears dragons when they speak； so I will talk to him while our riders are busy。 It is nice to talk to a child who hears。
He not old enough to be Searched。
Don't mind Calanuth； Kilminth told Robie in a somewhat supercilious tone。 He too young to have much sense。
Who's talking about having some sense？
Oh； curl up in the sun； and then Kilminth lowered his head down to Robinton。
Robie was a touch nervous at the size of that head； but the eye nearest him … almost bigger than his sturdy little…boy body … was green and circling idly。 He could see himself reflected over and over again in the facets closest to him； making him slightly dizzy。
The upper facets； however； reflected the sun and the sky。 Did seeing all those different things make a dragon dizzy； too？
No； but it helps us to see Thread ing from above us when it falls。
〃When is it going to？〃
The dragon seemed to consider this question for such a long moment that Robinton wondered if he should have asked it。
The Star Stones tell us that。
〃They talk？〃 Robinton didn't know about Star Stones yet。 He knew about the Eye and Finger Rocks； but not Star Stones。
They are the Star Stones。
〃Oh。〃
The dragon swung his head up； staring at a distant mountain…top。
The manoeuvre was a bit frightening to a small boy so close to the ground； but he wouldn't have budged just then for anything。
Talking to another dragon was too precious to be scared of。 Have you not seen the Star Stones at Fort Weyr？
〃No one's allowed up at the Weyr；〃 Robinton said； eyes wide。
Ah。
〃Why does that make you sad； Kilminth？〃 Robie asked。
The dragon lowered his head again； the eye closest to him tinged with darkness： sadness； Robinton thought。
The Weyr has been empty so long。
〃Will anyone e back to it？〃 That's what Robinton thought the dragon wanted to know。
When Thread falls again。
〃So； there's one brave lad here at Ford Hold； is there？〃 A tall rider； skinnier than Cortath's； came up and tousled Robinton's hair。
〃I'm from the Harper Hall； bronze…rider S'bran；〃 Robie replied。
〃Oh； my fine friend here's been chatting with you that you know my name？〃 S'bran hunkered down on a level with Robie。 His blue eyes were twinkling。 〃Hall or Hold； you're a right one。 Want to be a dragonrider when you grow up？〃 〃I'd like to； S'bran； but I'm to be a harper。〃
〃Are you now？〃
Robinton nodded his head emphatically。 〃My mother says I'll make the best harper ever。 Can one be a harper and be a drugonrider； too？〃
〃C'gan is；〃 S'bran laughed and Kilminth's eyes whirled slightly faster。 Robinton's jaw dropped。 Was that how dragons laughed？
No； we laugh like this； and the sound that came from Kilminth's throat was just like S'bran's。
Robinton was delighted and giggled。 〃I didn't know dragons laugh。〃
The infectiousness of his giggle made both rider and dragon laugh again； the rider's a full third higher than the dragon's。
Robinton was charmed by the harmony。
〃C'mon； S'bran；〃 another rider yelled。 〃We've three more stops to make today； you know。〃
〃All right； all right； I'm ing；〃 S'bran said。 Unfolding from his crouch； he gave Robinton's hair a second friendly rubbing。
Then he leaped to the short forearm Kilminth raised and was lifted high enough to throw his leg over the next…to…last ridge on the dragon's neck。 〃Best stand back； laddie。 This big fellow of mine will raise a lot of dust。〃
Robinton scurried to one side； but swerved the instant he heard the sound of wings beating。 Raising his forearm to protect his face from the sand and grit； he lifted his other arm in a farewell salute。
Another time； young Harper； he heard Kilminth say； and then they had all spiralled high enough to go between。 Once again Robinton felt the same sort of odd emptiness that had followed Cortath's departure。 He sighed deeply。 They hadn't told him that he couldn't be a harper and a dragonrider； since they already had one。
Which would please his mother。 She had set her heart on him being a harper； and that would take a lot of hard work and many years。
He might even be too old the next time there were eggs on the Hatching Ground。 There was only the one queen； and she didn't clutch that often。
Scuffing his way through the neat drifts that the dragon wings had made of the dirt on the courtyard； he returned to the Hall but not to the game。 He wanted to be by himself and recall every word Kilminth had said to him。 And every word Cortath had said to him as well。 Those two incidents were so very； very special to him； and truly his alone。
〃Did I see you out in the Fort yard when the dragons were there？〃 his mother asked when she joined him for supper。 She'd been teaching during the Search。
〃Yes。 The bronze calls himself Kilminth；〃 he said； but that was as much as he intended to
