After all the things I tried on, I ended up with: an excellent light brown cloak; shoes more becoming the state of technology -which, to my surprise, were not painful after hours of standing; and a belt with an immensely better sheath holder for my much praised bayonet. Brand complimented me on my attire though he repeated verbatim Lytol's warning. I simply retorted in the earlier manner. I added that green was a good luck color for the reason that if your fields were green, you prospered. He agreed to my rebuttal, but said that I would have to convince all Pern before anyone would wear it willingly.
 Everyone had been ready to leave twenty minutes before our "transportation", in the form of a bronze dragon and rider, arrived. I was the only one not wearing an overcloak as we climbed up the dragon's colossal shoulder. His rider stared at me dubiously -as I was warned a rider from Fort Weyr would. I simply told him, "I can take it, sir," I added "sir" to make him think I thought highly of him. I knew he was one of the Oldtimers who went "South".
 He simply said -contemptuously, "Well, try not to scream in my ear. I still think I should leave you here."
 Lord Lytol answered him as he had just minutes before,
"When we get to Telgar Hold, you can check the guest list. You will find it says three from Ruatha: Jaxom, Jason Florian Long, and myself. Or, if you haven't the time, ask Lord Larad, since he added Jason to the list in the first place."
 "Okay, okay it's not like Soth can't lift all of you... and he says he doesn't mind Jason at all -for some strange reason."