Dolphins Of Pern Part 5

"Suwim, mans suwim, mans suwim " and suddenly the ring about him parted, dolphins flipping up and overhead, out of his way.

Dragon and rider were at the water's edge, dubiously surveying the incredible scene.

"Member! "Member! Oooo ring. Oo-ee come!" a dolphin shouted as Alemi waded out of the bay. "Oooo do blufiss."

He nodded his head enthusiastically as he turned, waving at the dolphins, criss-crossing each other as they made for deeper water. There seemed to an incredible number occupying the bay waters. Then, as the chorus was picked up by other voices, he cupped his hands. "I ring. You come. I wait."

T'lion looked at him in blank amazement. "They were talking'?

Speaking to you'?"

Alemi nodded, slipping out of his soaking jacket at the same time as he worked his sodden boots off his feet. "That's what I saw Aivas about - the dolphins. I never thought we'd get that sort of response, just tapping a bell."

T'lion shook his head slowly from side to side. "Me neither!' He let his breath out with a sigh and took Alemi's coat from him, draping it on the bell, as Alemi now stripped off his shirt and began wringing it out. "I better go get you some dry clothes.

Even in the midday sun, it's going to take time to dry "em and you can't go between in wet clothes."

No, I can't, and i would appreciate dry things. Is that a problem?"

T'lion sized him up for a moment and shook his head. No. It'll only take a few minutes,' he said as he vaulted to his dragon's back. I'll borrow some from a rider your size. We always have spares.

Sand briefly showered Alemi as the young bronze leaped from the beach.

Shards!" Alemi said, diving for the Aivas papers in his jacket.

With shaking hands he opened the wet sheath but the writing appeared not to have suffered. Carefully, using pebbles to hold them down, he spread the sheets out on the sand to dry in the hot sun.

the old tales that she had learned from The Tillek in her time at the Great Subsidence, before she had swum cleanly through the Whirlpool and been considered worthy of beaHng dolphin calves. When mans had swum alongside dolphins, above and below the surface and accomplished many wonderfil things to get her. And now there wouM be mans to heal the wounded and keep the stranded from dying on llie sands. There would be good Work to be done. The sea had changed the land in the time since Humankind and DolphinMnd had come to diese waters.

Humankind should know. Dolphins could show mans where the sh.o.r.e had changed and llie Currents and where the biggest schools of fish were. And there might even be games to PIQY.

No' it was the turn of Flo, pod leader at Monoco bay to sound the news far and wide that the Bell had been rung. Not exactly as it should be rung, but it had been rung mid they had swarmed to answer, to prove to mans that they would reply when they heard the Bell. it had been so long since that sound had been heard upon the waters or under them. No member of the pod, even Teres who was the oldest and had to be accompanied when she fed in the schools of fish, had ever heard the Bell. But they had remembered to remember. Those at Pardisriv were not the only ones to talk to mans and use the Words.

The mans had been two and they had sent happy feelings to the pod. There had been scratches and pats that had long been denied the dolphins. The entire pod had been glad to answer the Bell. They had shown their appreciation with great leaps and tail walks and flips and deep divings. Mans had said they would sc.r.a.pe off the blood fish which was the best news of all.

That evening as they rested in the Great Current, Teres repeated

Chapter Four.

he n Alemi returned to Paradise Hold, he was bursting with his tidings and tracked Jayge down to make his report.

Perhaps what Jayge was doing - chopping down the verdant undergrowth that relentlessly encroached on the clearings about the holds; a sweaty, difficult job but one best done to inhibit growth during the coming hot season - made him sour. In any event, the Holder's enthusiasm for Alemi's new adventure with dolphins was less than appreciative.

Jayge paused in his labors, wiping the sweat that overflowed the band on his forehead.

"That's all very well and good, Alemi. I suppose,' and Jayge hesitated, "it's good. We've got fire-lizards and dragons, why n~ intelligent life in the seas? The Ancients apparently,' and he stressed the adverb, "knew what would combine to make a perfect world so these doll fins had their role to play - - He hesitated.

"But you're worried about Readis?"

Jayge let out an explosive sigh. "Yes, I am. He's still talking about his maml . "They are,' Alemi said, regaining his perspective on the matter, mam-mals,' he repeated carefully, not glottalizing the word into one syllable. Creatures who give birth to live offspring and suckle them."

Jayge gave him a long incredulous stare. "Underwater?"

Alemi grinned, appreciating his amazement. "Saw moving picture records of a birth as well as the suckling so I can't doubt it."

"Aivas wastes time on such things?"

"I wouldn't call it wasting time,' Alemi said in a wry tone, "if the result is dolphins ready to rescue the shipwrecked."

Jayge had the grace to flush and concentrated on honing the edge of his wide blade.

"Look, I'll keep my findings to myself then. You didn't mention my interview with Aivas to Readis, did you? No. All right.

I certainly won't but I'd like your permission as my Holder, to discreetly pursue a closer a.s.sociation with these creatures.

With squalls like the one Readis and I were caught in, those at sea in these waters need all the help available."

"And these doll fins would always help?"

"According to what I saw and what Aivas said, water rescues are a dolphin's responsibility and duty."

"Humph. What does Master Idarolan say to this?"

"I'm only just back, Jayge. Haven't told him yet but I certainly shall. Most ships carry bells. If masters know what sequence summons dolphins to their a.s.sistance, we'd have just that much more of a chance in the water. You can't deny that, can you?"

"No,' Jayge said for he had been vividly recalling the storm that had tossed himself and Aramina overboard, and the shipfish who had rescued them. "I can't. Ah, very well. Just be sure, Alemi, that Readis doesn't get wind of all this. He's much too young.

Alemi nodded, perversely pleased that he could try to establish himself with the dolphins without having to share the experience. After all, they had that jetty now on the sheltered cove just around the headland. He could rig a bell there, and a float like the one he'd seen in the pictures, where he could meet the dolphins on the same level.

"I'll take some of this heavier bamboo away for you, Jayge, Alemi offered, noting the size of the stalks the Holder was cutting.

"Your doll fins eat vegetation?"

"No, but I've uses for this,' Alemi said, gathering up the lengths that were suitable for his purpose. With airbladders to increase their flotation, he'd have a platform similar to the one that used to ride the water at Monaco Bay; smaller but adequate for one man. "Have you had any further word from the Benden Weyrleaders when we can expect the new settlers?"

"I should hear by the end of this sevenday, and Jayge paused to wipe his brow. "So they'll probably be grateful for fish to lay in as supplies."

"No problem there,' Alemi said, grinning, as the delicious white fish were running. They could be salted, pickled or smoked and retain their flavor.

He knew that Jayge was looking forward to having a new hold further down the river. He was, too. Jayge's boundaries were confirmed and he, Swacky, Temma and Nazer had helped the dragonriders survey the new one, a hold which would start on the eastern side of the river below the bend that marked the end of his, down to the origin of the river. The best site for the holding would be in the foothills. They were farmers and craftsmen; they would round up and protect the wild runner and herdbeasts, and grow the grain crops in the higher lands that did not grow along the coast.

He'd met the Keroon leaders, a large family complete with aunties and uncles, who had applied for the holding. Good solid men and women. He looked forward to having them as neighbors. There was talk of another group interested in settling the south-western bank of the Paradise.

Alemi didn't have as much time for his new enthusiasm as he would have liked. He'd have to a.s.sign sailors to help ship the settlers' belongings down the Paradise to the Bend so his fishing crews would be short-handed. With the whitefish running, he wanted to net as much as possible. He and the remainder of his crews were out all the hours of the lengthening days, trawling and long-lining. Alemi was mindful of some of the precautions which Aivas had mentioned in their interview which Fishmen had - fortunately - always observed: the size of the nets being critical as well as the old warnings of the "sin' of netting a shipfish. Even his father, who hadn't the imagination to be superst.i.tious, followed that precept - though he probably didn't know why, Alemi added to himself. Now he knew but he doubted his father would ever admit to the reason behind the prohibition. Much less that dolphins could talk and were intelligent. One more of the many gulfs between then and now.

Armed with Aivas' confirmation of the intelligence of shipfish/ dolphins, Alemi did inform Master Idarolan of his investigations and his plan to renew the partnership to mutual benefit. Though he wasn't sure what benefit the dolphins might derive. As he respected the Master Fishman and did not wish to lower himself in his Craftmaster's estimation, he qualified his interest by virtue of his and Readis' escape and the turbulence and unpredictability of these tropical waters. He sent that message off by Tork, his bronze fire-lizard. The creature's speedy return pleased him as he'd used Menolly's sensible suggestions in training the creature and Tork had proven responsible. Alemi felt that if he had handled fire-lizard's instruction, he could certainly deal with the more intelligent dolphins.

Aware that water magnified sound, Alemi nonetheless felt he would need a larger bell than the one on his ship - which he borrowed when she was at anchor. He wondered if the alarm triangle that Jayge had put up outside his hold after Th.e.l.la's invasion would produce the same effect in calling dolphins but quickly discarded that notion. A triangle just didn't produce the same resonances.

So he needed a bell. He sent Tork on a second journey that day, to the Smith Craft Hall in Telgar Hold, asking them to cast a bell for him, similar to the one at Monaco Bay.

The Master Smith Fandarel sent back a message to Master Fishman Alemi that he would be happy to cast a bell of that splendid size but that the commission would have to wait its turn, what with all the other work that the Halls were currently undertaking to the purpose of eliminating Thread. Alemi had to be content with the promise but, in the meantime, Master Harper Robinton found him a small handbell. Then later sent him a message by his fire-lizard Zair that the harper at Fort Hold thought he'd seen a big bell in the extensive storage area of the Hold's lower levels.

Alemi studied the notes Aivas had given him every evening until he had memorized the hand signals and the basic commands that, he devoutly hoped, had survived in shipfish memories. As he studied, he was occasionally given to fits of incredulous head shaking.

"Why does reading those sheets make you shake your head, Alemi?" Kitrin asked him with a sigh of exasperation.

"Wonder, Alemi answered, leaning back in his chair. "Wonder that we missed every single clue the dolphins gave us that they wanted to be friends. Shards, they tried to tell us and we humans didn't listen!" Kitrin made such a grimace that he laughed. He often knew her thoughts before she spoke them aloud. "Yes, indeed, I can just picture my good father, Ya.n.u.s, listening to a shipfish!" He snorted.

"Exactly,' Kitrin said with some heat, for a moment abandoning the little wrapper she was hemming for their expected child.

"I mean no disrespect well, maybe I do,' she added with a rueful expression, "but he is sometimes "Always,' Alemi amended firmly with a smile.

"So set in his ways. You know, neither he nor your mother have ever mentioned Menolly. Though your mother often remarks on ingrat.i.tude in my presence." She sighed. "lt's as if Menolly never existed.

"I think she prefers it that way, Alemi said with a wry and slightly bitter grin, knowing all too well the treatment given his talented sister during her adolescence at Half Circle Sea Hold.

"Both of them - mother and daughter."

"Menolly's never been back? Ever?"

"Not to the Sea Hold. Why should she?"

Kitrin shrugged. "It seems so . so awful . that they cannot accept her accomplishments." Then she added shyly, "Sebell always remembers to send us copies of her latest songs.

Alemi, when are we going to have a harper?"

He grinned for he knew that had been the main reason for this trend of their conversation.

"Hmmm. I've asked Jayge and Aramina. Readis is growing old enough to learn his ballads and so are enough other youngsters, including our own, for the Hold to have its own harper. Enough for a journeyman surely, and we can offer many benefits here decent weather and property to develop."

"Ask if they've asked,' Kitrin said with unusual force for her.

"I'm not going to have the girls, or our son' - and she said this defensively, one hand on her gravid belly - "grow up ignorant of what they owe Hold, Hall and Weyr."

Alemi laughed. "Stoutly said." He did bring up the matter of a harper for the Hold the very next afternoon when he delivered to the Holder's the best of the day's catch: three grand big redfins.

"I could almost wish,' Jayge said with some acrimony, "that Aivas hadn't been discovered! Everything depends on what he needs first!'

"But surely harpers "Every harper who's done his journeyman's walk wants to have some part in transcribing Aivas' information which seems to be inexhaustible on every subject imaginable and all of it seemingly has to be done now!" The Holder rubbed an agitated hand across the stubble of his close-cropped black hair. He scowled. "I've asked and asked.

"Master Robinton?" Alemi suggested hopefully.

Jayge dismissed that hope. "He's worse than anyone else, stuck up there at the Admin." Then the Holder gave a snort of amus.e.m.e.nt. "Still has his finger in most pies! But 1 no more want Readis ignoring his duty - even if those too are apt to change with all these new gadgets and information - than you want your girls growing up untrained. Push comes to shove, the Farmcrafters have an elderly harper who might be persuaded to travel up to us now and again but "If you don't mind me doing so, I'll drop a word to my sister,' Alemi offered. A look of intense relief pa.s.sed over Jayge's tanned features.

"I didn't want to impose "Why not?" Alemi said, grinning. "I haven't fished for many favors from my well-placed Master of a sister. She's got a child, too, you know. And another one on the way.

Jayge gave him a stare and then winked. "Seems she does more than craft all the songs anyone sings these days.

"It's one way of being able to do just that, according to her, what with everything else harpers seem to be required to do right now." While it was the hot season on the Southern Continent, it was bitter cold in the North. Alemi's plea to Menolly for a harper to teach the children of Paradise River Hold resulted in the message that one was coming as soon as transport could be arranged. What no-one at Paradise River expected was to see Menolly herself, and her young son, Robse, carried by the st.u.r.dy, loyal halfwit Camo, stepping out of Master Idarolan's longboat on to the beach.

On learning that a harper was being sent, Jayge had organized a work party to put up a neat three-room hold near the old storage shed. That could be used as the schoolroom and the little hold was far enough away from other dwellings to give a harper privacy. When he discovered that the Master Harper Menolly had arrived, he was all set to oust one of the younger settler couples and give Menolly better accommodation.

"Nonsense. It's not as if I can make Paradise River a permanent home,' Menolly said to an embarra.s.sed Jayge. "I can only stay until the babe is born. And that is solely,' she wrinkled her nose in disgruntlement, "because even Sebell's got tired of my complaining about being too cold to compose, much less play. See?" and she held out her long fingers. "Chilblains!" She brushed past a dithering Jayge and on to the wide verandah, a hammock slung on its "breeze' corner. "Besides, down here you spend more time outside than in. There's enough s.p.a.ce for a small cot for Robse in my room and a room for Camo; he's so good with Robse who adores him, since he's not much more than an overgrown baby himself. You've made a very nice kitchen, and I can always use the store shed, can't I? If I need s.p.a.ce to work in?"

"No problem. Or I can settle Camo in the s.p.a.ce in the store shed. That way, he's near but not underfoot all the time."

"Well, then, we move in here,' she said, turning on the ball of one foot to circle back to the house, hugging herself before she threw her arms out in an expansive gesture. "Oh, it's so grand to be warm.

Jayge gave her a cynical smile. "Wait till the hot weather really starts.

"Whenever,' Menolly responded, tossing her thick mop of hair behind her, "but at least my blood is thawing." She gave a convulsive shudder. "It's never been so cold."

Camo arrived then, pushing the barrow with the household effects she had brought with her, Robse perched on the top, hugging a lap harp case. A good third of the baggage consisted of musical instruments and an enormous supply of writing materials. Later Aramina told Jayge that Menolly'd only brought two changes of clothing for herself and one long, elegantly embroidered "harpering' gown.

That was worn by Menolly the first evening when Aramina and Jayge hosted her at a quickly organized gather. Everyone living in or near Paradise River Hold wanted to meet Master Menolly. The new settlers at South Bend Holding apologized for not attending as they were so busy raising a big stone beasthold but two of their aunties came to help with the cooking.

Jayge could be proud to host such a large crowd that night for the inhabitants had increased over the past Turns, each new arrival bringing needed skills or crafts. Jayge had been able to be selective, though there was only one couple he had actually dismissed. So forty-seven hold residents, adults and children, gathered that night along with the crew of the Dawn Sisters, anch.o.r.ed in the bay.

With a gather to attend, Master Fishman Idarolan was quite willing to stop over a day to see these "doll fins' of Alemi's.

"Catch two fish on the one hook,' he said drolly to his Craftsman, his eyes surveying the neat Fishhold that Alemi and his two journeymen had constructed.

Alemi had had to sternly keep under control his eagerness to prove dolphins' intelligence to Master Idarolan because, of course, Menolly's arrival had to be celebrated. It had never once occurred to Alemi that his sister would appear to harper at Paradise River. It had certainly thrown everyone into intense and exciting surprise. Keenly aware of the prestige of her husband's sister, Kitrin had been for giving up her beloved house but Alemi had laughed.

"Menolly'd refuse to accept the offer, dear heart, he told his wife, "especially with you further along in pregnancy than she is.

"But she's the Master Harper "She's also Menolly, my sister, and hasn't really let her exalted position go to her head.

So Kitrin launched into a full-scale baking and cooking operation to prepare for the evening's eating. "After all, we can't be lacking in any courtesy to a Master Harper, especially your sister Master Harper."

Alemi laughed and left her organizing the other fishmen's wives to produce the specialities that abounded in Paradise River Hold at this time of the year.

It was a very late evening, but tremendously enjoyed by all the Paradise River holders, hungry for new songs and new faces.

Menolly had sung and sung, request after request, as well as the newest songs. Without, Alemi noticed, mentioning which she had herself composed, though somehow he knew which ones she had written. Her style was inimitable. She'd made him harmonize with her on some of the sea songs they had both learned from Harper Petiron. Alemi was genuinely glad that they'd have a long delayed chance to enjoy each other's company - in ways they had not when living at Half Circle Sea Hold.

As Alemi listened to his sister's lovely, rich deep voice lilting up and down octaves, he was more amazed than ever that no-one at Half Circle Sea Hold - with the exceptions of old Petiron and himself- had recognized her talents and encouraged her. He had been furious with his parents' vindictive att.i.tude when she'd cut her hand on a venomous packtail fish and the injury was likely to prevent her ever playing again. They had been so pleased!

"Why are you grimacing like that, "Lemi?" Kitrin asked in a low voice during a brief pause in the singing while Menolly had a sip of juice and chatted with her audience. After his duets with his sister, Kitrin had made him her backrest where they sat amid the enthralled audience.

"What you said about my parents, he replied cryptically.