"I see your meaning. You won't tell us 'til we have to know?" inquired Brand.
 "Yes."
 "But when can we know about our young Lord?" asked Shenall.
 "When he tells you after he has done the things he'll do."
 "Shenall stop it. You should have guessed his answer," once again he motioned us back into the Hold -since I stopped him last time- saying, "You need to tell Lord Lytol all about this."
 "I need to check on me beasts and be on me way. I'll see ya at another time, Jason Florian Long. Fare-thee-well," called Shenall as he left.
 "Good-bye kind sir!" I cynically replied. He simply laughed and kept up his pace.

 All throughout the telling, the Lord Warder's cheek was twitching uncontrollably. When he asked me to repeat my story, he sent for Ruatha's young Lord so he could hear as well. When Jaxom arrived, we were introduced. After that Lytol told me, "Jason, please tell your tale now so you'll not have to repeat it again this night."
 "To begin, as bluntly as I have before, I am not from Pern," wow Jaxom took that well, "Also, I am even older than the Ancient-timers which are -excuse me were- from my future -now my past. To be exact, I am their ancestor just like you all," I made a sweeping motion with my hand, "are their descendants."

 It was later that night when the drums finally sent back that the message had been received. Benden's Weyrleaders would be in Ruatha early to hear my news. Lytol told me to sleep as late as I wanted, for he 

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