All The Weyrs Of Pern Part 21

"Actually," Groghe said, his eyebrows going up in surprise, "I believe Begamon will. Corman, too, but probably only because he dislikes Blesserel and is feeling testy about the amount of interest in the Landing projects. He's still not convinced."

"No one from Keroon Hold itself is involved, but there're enough from the minor holds so that no one at Landing's worried overmuch about his opposition," Jaxom replied. "Keroon's more agriculturally oriented anyway."

"And Corman's a stubborn old fool," Groghe added, eyeing Jaxom critically.

Jaxom contented himself with a grin. Then Asgenar touched his arm, and he turned to his right.

"Larad says that we have Deckter of Nabol, who of us all appreciates Ranrel's harbor repairs, ourselves, you, and Toronas," the Lemos Holder said. "Which way will Lytol go?"

Jaxom shrugged. "Where his conscience leads him."

"Then he'll be for Ranrel," Asgenar said smoothly. "We think Bargen of High Reaches is with us, too."

"Really? I'd've thought he'd go with the other, ah, older Lord Holders."

"He was impressed with Aivas, remember. He's got an odd twist of mind and wouldn't hold with Blesserel's profligacy or Terentel's apathy."

"That gives Ranrel eight votes on the first ballot. Not bad. Maybe it won't take too long after all."

"How did yesterday go for you?"

"Easy enough," Jaxom replied diffidently. "Just had to close the cargo-bay doors."

"Doors, huh?" Then Asgenar leaned closer and spoke for Jaxom's ears alone. "What was it like, Jaxom, bringing Sallah Telgar back?"

Jaxom felt himself go rigid in surprise. He hadn't thought Asgenar had a penchant for the macabre. "I've been sent on some odd errands now and then, Asgenar," he replied, "but that was the most unusual."

"Aivas said she'd've been frozen as she died. Could you see her face? What did she look like?"

"We could see nothing," Jaxom lied. Even from Larad, Sallah's descendant, such morbid curiosity would have been unacceptable to him. "The faceplate of the helmet was clouded."

Asgenar seemed disappointed. "I just wondered if she looked anything like we do."

Jaxom gave a snort. "Of course she did. All the settlers were humans, just like us. What were you expecting her to be?"

"I don't know-but I-" Asgenar faltered.

Jaxom was exceedingly glad that Lytol took that moment to call the meeting to order. In his position as the retired Lord Warder of Ruatha, Lytol had been chosen as the meeting's arbiter. He was also still ent.i.tled to vote, as a mark of respect for his probity and integrity in raising Ruatha's heir to his majority.

"We know why we're here and that the accession to this Hold has been challenged by the legitimate sons of the late Oterel. Proposing themselves, as is their right, are Blesserel, the eldest, Terentel, and Ranrel."

"Get on with it, Lytol," Groghe said, testily flapping his fingers at the man. "Put it to a vote and let's see where we stand."

Lytol regarded Groghe a moment. "There are procedures, and we will adhere to them."

"Thought you'd plunged headlong into all the new ways," Sangel said sarcastically.

Lytol regarded the Boll Holder with narrowed eyes and expressionless face until Sangel stirred restlessly and glanced at Nessel for support. With a. slight smile, Nessel turned to his right-hand neighbor, Laudey, and murmured something.

Imperturbably, Lytol continued. "You might be interested to note that the manner in which this Council conducts the business at hand has not changed since it was first inst.i.tuted twenty-five hundred Turns ago. The Charter was carefully promulgated and every contingency addressed. We will go on as usual."

Warbret of Ista looked surprised and leaned to Laudey to snake a comment. Laudey's disapproving expression did not alter.

"If there are no further comments," Lytol said, having scanned the faces around the table, "let us cast the first vote. I do not need to remind anyone at this table that a majority of twelve is required to confirm a candidate. Signify your choice by number: one for Blesserel, two for Terentel, and three for Ranrel."

When he resumed his seat, he picked up the ink pen and, s.h.i.+elding the pad with one hand, made a brief inscription. Folding the sheet, he tore it from its glued backing.

Jaxom noted that everyone at the table was similarly employed and wondered if any of them realized that they were using new products to exercise their traditional franchise.

The votes were pa.s.sed around to Lytol, who shuffled them as he received them so that the order in which he finally opened them would not indicate the origin. As he read them, he sorted them in three neat piles, one much thicker than the others. Meticulously he counted each pile before announcing the result.

"For Blesserel, five votes; for Terentel, three; for Ranrel, seven. No clear majority."

Jaxom inhaled a long breath. The voting had gone as he had expected, but even so, seven on the first ballot was a minor triumph for Ranrel. Lytol made a wad of the voting papers and, putting them in the brazier, watched them burn before he again rose to his feet.

"Who will speak for Blesserel, the eldest?" Lytol asked as required.

Jaxom slumped down into the heavy chair, glad of the cus.h.i.+ons that gave him a small measure of comfort. He hated this tedious part of the proceedings. The older lords would go on and on, given an opportunity. Then he remembered his covert role.

Ruth, please tell Master Robinton that the vote went seven to Ranrel, five to Blesserel, and three to Terentel, and I'm reasonably sure Toric voted for Terentel. He can't be serious, but he can be a nuisance, Jaxom told his weyrmate. Jaxom told his weyrmate.

I told the Harper. He expected this outcome.

We both did, but it's going to going to be a be a long long day. Are you comfortable in the sun? day. Are you comfortable in the sun?

I am! It is a fine dory.

For you!

There will be time for feasting and dancing later. Now you must be Lord Holder.

Hastily Jaxom turned his inadvertent chuckle into a cough and reached for his cup, displaying an innocent expression when frowns were directed at him. He nodded apologetically at Sangel for interrupting his measured remarks supporting Blesserel's claim. Then Begamon rose and, with a series of rather disjointed comments, tried to sway votes in favor of Terentel. Privately Jaxom thought anyone else would have done better for Terentel than the Nerat Holder.

With the second vote, Terentel lost two supporters to Blesserel. The eldest son acquired seven votes, while Ranrel received eight. As before, Lytol burned the papers. Too close, and Jaxom tried to control the nervous jiggling of his leg.

Groghe signaled that he wished to speak, and Lytol consented.

"I'm not the oldest of you, but I have held Fort for longer than any of you others, bar Sangel." Groghe accorded the Boll Holder a bow and a smile. "Tillek was the third Hold to be established-"

"Word of the Abomination?" Sangel asked slyly.

"Aivas has now seen, and restored, the Records of every Hold, which can scarcely be called an abominable duty-boring, probably, if your ancestors inscribed as much trivia as mine did-"

"What's your point, Groghe?" Laudey asked testily.

"My point is that James Tillek, who founded this Hold, was a forward-looking man who charted the coastline and started the first Fishercrafthall. Tillek has always been the safest harbor on the western coast, with the biggest fleet and more Masters sailing 'em; its Lord Holders have always encouraged and a.s.sisted our fishermen. Ranrel thought enough of his heritage to take a Master's knot from the Fishercrafthall-"

"He did that because Oterel threw him out of Hold," Sangel retaliated.

"Order!" Lytol's voice boomed out with unaccustomed force, and Sangel subsided.

"Be that as it may," Lord Groghe continued, "he's certainly the only one of Oterel's sons who's ever done a day's hard work. I think he deserves to Hold now. Fort'll support him as Tillek's Holder in every way it can, so we will!"

Murmurs of "well said" caused Groghe to flush with pleasure as he seated himself.

Larad then asked to speak and did so concisely, adding that in his last months Oterel had been too ill to attend to many matters, and that the only one of his sons to take an interest in Hold management had been Ranrel. If Blesserel, however, or Terentel had done anything to take Hold in their father's name, he would like to hear of it.

"Clever point," Jaxom murmured to Asgenar.

Sigomal asked to be recognized.

"Blesserel had the onerous task of caring for his ailing father," he said, "and was scrupulous in all duties to ease Oterel in his last illness. He is a man of integrity..."

"He paid his gambling debts," Asgenar whispered to Jaxom, "when he could squeeze the marks out of Oterel's purse."

"...with four fine strong sons and a fine woman to be his Lady Holder..."

"Ranrel's wife is not only a Masterweaver but considerably easier to get on with than Lady Esrella," Asgenar added quietly.

"Put in your mark's worth, Asgenar," Jaxom said.

"Why don't you speak?"

"And ruin Ranrel's chances altogether?" Jaxom tried to sound as if he didn't mind.

Asgenar inclined his head, accepting what Jaxom had implied: that as the youngest of the Lord Holders, his opinion was not much sought by others.

Meanwhile Sigomal wound up his peroration and sat down, glaring at Jaxom, who turned his head to regard Asgenar as the Lemos lord stood to speak for Ranrel.

"When a man does not wait for honors to be given him but works with his hands and achieves a mastery in a Hall, he has learned many of the skills needed to make a prudent and resourceful Holder under whose guidance Tillek will prosper. We can ask for no better-qualified a man than Ranrel. On all counts."

"I'd heard," Toric began, standing without Lytol's permission, "that Ranrel had quarreled with Oterel and was told never to show himself in Tillek Hold again. Can a father's express wishes be so totally disregarded by this Council?"

Bargen jumped to his feet, glancing belatedly at Lytol for permission.

"In my presence, Oterel retracted that statement two seven-days before he expired," he announced after Lytol nodded to him. "Ranrel is the only one of the legitimate male heirs who has achieved merit on his own cognizance. At the last, Oterel was proud of the boy, which is why Ranrel has my complete support."

"But he did not name him successor?" Toric continued, an enigmatic half smile on his face.

"Do you doubt my word?" Bargen demanded, scowling at the Southern Holder.

"Doubt doesn't enter into it, Bargen. The incident is recorded fact."

"Which is why the succession has been challenged," Lytol said. "And the right of any male descendant to challenge the succession, no matter what bad feeling existed between father and son, has been upheld on numerous occasions."

Groghe leaned across the table toward Toric and spoke in the blandest possible tone. "I'm sure Lord Toric appreciates that fathers and sons may agree to disagree."

Toric stared at the Fort Holder hard enough, Jaxom thought, for his gaze to burn holes through the man. Groghe shrugged. How had Groghe known that Toric had stormed out of his family's fishhold in Ista? That wasn't generally known, nor would Sharra have been so disloyal to her brother as to mention it.

"But it is as Lord Toric has said," Sigomal said, rubbing his hands together nervously, his expression one of specious regret. "Oterel disavowed Ranrel, and that should be noted. His challenge should be nullified."

"Blesserel must owe Sigomal a great deal," Asgenar murmured to Jaxom, his expression bland.

"Does anyone support Terentel's claim?" Lytol asked into the pause. When Begamon did not respond, he added, "Then let us vote between the two remaining candidates: Blesserel and Ranrel."

This ballot raised Ranrel's support to ten, but with Blesserel still polling five, the requisite majority had still not been attained.

"I am calling a brief adjournment, my Lord Holders, for private discussions," Lytol said and, rising, moved away from the table.

The others followed his example.

"We need two more votes," Groghe murmured to Jaxom, Asgenar, and Larad as they made their way to the tables where food was available.

"Toric has to have been the third vote for Terentel. I know Corman and Begamon espouse him," Larad said. "Is Toric hoping that loon Terentel, will give him guards for that armed a.s.sault he wants to make on the Big Island?"

"Something like that, but I've a word for his ear alone," Groghe said, winking at Jaxom and grinning broadly.

"C'mon, Asgenar." Larad hauled the Lemos Holder after him. "We'll bear you out, Groghe."

Jaxom made a plateful of the spice cakes he knew Lytol liked and served his old guardian, all the while surrept.i.tiously watching the three in close conversation with Toric. He looked quickly away when Toric suddenly swiveled in his direction, an indecipherable stare on his broad, tanned face. Jaxom wondered if Groghe had identified the source of his information. Toric then asked Larad a sharp question. Groghe responded, and Larad added a few words, while Asgenar nodded, one corner of his mouth slightly upraised.

"I think we just obtained one more vote for Ranrel," Jaxom murmured to Lytol, being careful to keep his face blank.

Larad and Asgenar stayed talking to Toric while Groghe made his way back to the Ruathans.

"That seemed to go down with no trouble, Jaxom. Clever of you. Though I don't think Denol should attempt to have a meeting with Toric when he finds out he can't make any profit for himself. Who else can we approach?"

"I'm not approaching anyone, remember? I'm deeply involved with the Abomination," Jaxom said with a disgusted snort. "I'm not about to ruin Ranrel's chances by speaking up."

"You do yourself a disservice, lad," Groghe said kindly.

"I'd rather not do Ranrel one, Lord Groghe."

As Groghe turned away, Jaxom took the opportunity to inform Ruth of what was happening, asking him to tell Sharra.

Master Robinton thought it would go that way, Ruth replied. Ruth replied. He asked have you told Toric? He didn't say what. He asked have you told Toric? He didn't say what.

Groghe did, with Larad and Asgenar backing him up, Jaxom replied. Jaxom replied. Certainly it's giving Toric something to think about. More'n I could get him to do. There's a recess on right now. The west coast Certainly it's giving Toric something to think about. More'n I could get him to do. There's a recess on right now. The west coast contingent needs contingent needs more klah to wake up enough to listen. I'll keep you all informed. more klah to wake up enough to listen. I'll keep you all informed.

Shortly thereafter, Lytol called the Lord Holders to order again and asked if anyone wished to add anything or supply new information to the Council.

"Another vote, Lytol," Deckter said. "There is other business to be discussed."

Jaxom had noticed Deckter in deep discussion with Warbret and hoped for success in that area. Two votes were all that was needed-unless Toric decided to be more difficult than usual.

This time everyone appeared to be counting as Lytol sorted, so all knew before the formal announcement that Ranrel had won. Sigomal looked ready to spit nails, glowering at Toric and Warbret, who had abandoned his cause.

"Ranrel has polled the requisite majority of twelve votes and is duly elected to succeed to his father's honor as Lord Holder of Tillek." Lytol gave Jaxom a warning sideways glance that the young Ruathan had no trouble understanding: He was not to make any premature announcement through Ruth.