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im back to the wagons。
   〃Get into Dalma's wagon; Merelan;〃 Meren said quickly。 〃We'll clear him out。〃
   Merelan plied; picking Robie up in her arms and trying to calm his frightened sobs。 She slipped behind a tree and through the wooded verge until she could duck into Dalma's wagon; one of the last in the Station clearing。 She was shaking when she got inside it; and she nearly shrieked with fear when someone pushed open the little door。 But it was only Dalma; her face white with anxiety。 She embraced Merelan and tried to soothe Robinton all at the same time。
   〃Crazy; woods crazy;〃 she murmured reassuringly。 〃Who'd've thought he'd even notice you over there; playing so nicely。〃
   〃What did he mean?〃 Merelan asked; trying to control her sobs。
   She'd never been so frightened in all her life。 Especially since she had joined the Harper Hall; which was held with respect everywhere she'd gone as a MasterSinger。 〃What could he mean? He called me a harper harlot。 And how can singing be bad? Evil?〃
   〃Now; now。〃 Dalma held Merelan tightly against her; stroking her hair and patting her shoulder; or patting Robie; though he had recovered within the safety of the wagon and in Dalma's forting presence。 〃We run into some real odd folk now and then。 Some of 'em have never met a harper; and some don't hold with singing or dancing or drinking。 Sev says it's because they can't make wine or beer; so it has to be evil。 They don't want their children to know more than they did or you'd better believe it〃 … and Dalma gave a sour little laugh … 〃they couldn't keep them from leaving those awful jungles。〃
   〃But it was the way he said 'harper'。。。〃 Merelan swallowed at the tone of hatred in which the word had been uttered。
   〃Now; now; it's all over with。 Sev and the others'll see those woodsie ones leave。〃
   〃And that dear little girl。。。〃
   〃Merelan; forget her。 Please。〃
   Although she nodded in pliance; Merelan wondered if she would ever forget the wistful hunger in that child's face: a hunger for music; or maybe just for other children playing。 But she stayed in the wagon until Sev came to say that the woodsie ones had left and to apologize for exposing her to such a distressing incident。
   There were no further upsets; although she did learn that not every hold where traders stopped had the benefit of harper education。
   It was true that there were really not enough harpers to do more than stop in once or twice a year; but Merelan was still shocked at the realization that there was a significant number of cots and small holdings where no one could read or count above twenty。
   She didn't dare discuss that observation with Petiron; but she knew she would discuss it with Gennell when she got back。
   Though it was all too likely he was well aware of the lack。
   Usually the trade caravan made a special occasion for those they visited; and Petiron was no longer merely resigned to performing in the evenings: he enjoyed it。 So many good voices; so many instrumentalists … not as expert as those he was accustomed to playing with; but good enough and; more importantly; willing enough to add to the evening's entertainment。 He also acquired variants of ballads and airs that were traditional with the small holders but unknown to him。 He jotted those down。 Some of them were quite sophisticated; and he wondered which was original: the Harper Hall's versions or those which had been passed down through generations in the holds。
   One of the most nostalgic ballads … about the Crossing … could indeed be turned into an instrumental piece; starting with the basic melody; haunting enough; and then embellishments added。 To transcribe this; Petiron acquired enough of the reed…based writing material which was a local product。 It had a tendency to absorb so much ink that his scores were a bit blotchy; but he could amend that when he got back to the Harper Hall。 He had always prided himself on his musical memory。
   They reached Pietie Hold halfway through the morning of the twenty…first day of travel; even with a full two…day halt at Merelan's home hold。 She had a chance to see her family; to exchange news and see all the new babies and congratulate the recent pairings … and to show off Robinton。
   Petiron was warmly received by the aunt and uncle who had reared Merelan when her own parents died in one of the fierce autumnal storms which battered the western coastline。 He was truly amazed at the number of really fine; if untrained; voices that her hold had produced。
   〃Not one of them that can't carry a tune;〃 he told her after the first evening。 〃Which aunt did you say gave you your first training?〃 〃Segoina;〃 she said; smiling at his astonishment。
   〃That contralto?〃
   She nodded; and he whistled appreciatively。
   〃She insisted that I be sent to the Harper Hall;〃 Merelan said with considerable humility。 〃She ought to have gone; but she'd already espoused Dugall and wouldn't leave him。〃
   〃And wasted that glorious voice on a hold。。。〃 Petiron rather contemptuously indicated the sprawling redstone dwellings which prised the hold。
   〃Segoina has never wasted her talent;〃 Merelan said somewhat stiffly。
   〃I didn't mean it that way; Mere; and you know it;〃 Petiron replied hastily。 He had seen the genuine respect and love that existed between the two women。 〃But she'd have been a MasterSinger。。。〃
   〃Not everyone would find that as productive as we do; Petiron;〃 she said gently; but so firmly that Petiron saw he would offend her with further ment。 Indeed; she thought wryly; remembering Rochers; the woodsie; not every Pernese approved of harpers。
   When they were settling into Pierie Hold; his misgivings about this assignment returned。 There were only three rooms for their quarters: the baby would have to sleep in with them; at the foot of the bed which took up nearly all the room; though there were storage partments cut into the rear wall of the cliff。 The larger room was clearly for daily affairs including kitchen work; with an outer wall hearth。 The third was more of a cubicle than a room and served the purpose of toilet and bath; though Merelan said gaily that most everyone bathed in the sea。 Petiron gazed askance at the long flight of steps which led down to a sandy crescent of a beach where some of the hold's fishing sloops were moored。
   He was soon to learn that people here were more accustomed to doing everything outside; either in the wide…open patio where various work stations were situated; or under the shade of a vine…covered arbour which was larger than all the individual acmodations put together。 There were even two sections fenced off for toddlers and the slightly older children; plete with a little pond where they could safely wade; sand to play in; and a rather extensive collection of toys。 Already; Robinton was tottering about carrying one of the stuffed toys。
   〃That can't be a dragon he's been playing with; is it?〃 Petiron asked Merelan。 Dragons were never toys: it would have been blasphemy to play with one。
   〃No; silly。 It's supposed〃 … Merelan grinned reassuringly up at her astonished spouse … 〃to be a fire…lizard。〃
   〃A fire…lizard? But they died out centuries ago。〃
   〃No; not entirely。 My father saw one; and Uncle Patry said he'd seen one this past year。〃
   〃He's sure?〃 Petiron had a pragmatic streak that required proof。
   〃Indeed he is。 And we've empty shells gathered from flotsam to prove that they exist; even if they aren't much in evidence。〃
   〃Well; if they've shells。。。〃 And Petiron was mollified。 Merelan turned her head away so that he wouldn't see her smile。
   She was quite aware of Petiron's opinions about everything here in Pierie Hold; but there was no sense in arguing with him about his misconceptions。 In general he was a fair man; and she was sure he'd e round。 He might even get to like living here; away from all the bustle and over…stimulation of the Harper Hall。 She had been so pleased with his thanks to Sev; Dalma and the other traders。
   He'd meant every word he'd said to them; about learning so much on the route and how he had enjoyed the evenings and the teaching。
   He'd learned to feel fortable on a runner…beast; so she knew she could talk him into taking trips to the other nearby holds where her brothers and sisters lived。 Especially as she would have to leave Robinton behind so as not to irritate Petiron by his son's constant presence。 Not only was he weaned now; but Segoina was almost panting to have a chance to tend him。 If only Petiron could learn to like his son a little for his own sake; and Robinton's; rather than see him as a rival for her attention。。。
   Teaching came first; and Petiron divided up the forty…two prospective students into five groups。 The beginners; novices; middle and advanced were of mixed ages; since some had had a little more training from a parent than others; the final group was made up of the five who were much too old to be included in the regular classes。 Those he'd teach in the evenings by themselves … not that anyone was embarrassed。
   〃Living up in the mountains; never had the chance to learn nothing;〃 Rantou s

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