After thinking about The Wedding, I remembered the knife fight and the day after. I told Brand and Shenall, when they asked why I looked so worried, what would happen tomorrow. Brand stammered, "That's not possible!!" he turned white with fear. Shenall feinted.
 When he woke, he was crying, "I just dreamed that all ya just said happened. Me daughter will be so distraught, for she's in love with a Fort Blue rider."
 "Don't worry Shenall, very few riders left Fort Weyr."
 "I still don't feel relieved. What about the two queens?"
 Brand stepped up, "Forewarned is Forearmed. You need to tell Benden's Weyrleader, F'lar, these tidings, for he needs to make the appropriate arrangements -like warn the Southern Weyr to start packing."
 "He still can na stop T'ron, or the death of the queens!" wailed Shenall.
 "Get a grip man!" I said to Shenall, "At least they can both be prepared for!," I paused to cool off, "I'll need your help, Shenall."
 "Ya will?"
 "Yes. Brand, I will also require your assistance."
 "Okay, but we need to tell Lord Lytol, gently."