"My, you've grown," Betrice cried, giving him a big hug before Lexey and Libby could reach him."And is that young Maizella?" she asked as Master Bosler and Ginia went to help the Benden Hold girl."Another of Halanna's stripe?No, there's not that much luggage, is there?"
"Maizella's all right, and she listens to my mother." Robie grinned as he opened the heavy jacket he'd worn for between and resettled his shirt.
"Didja miss us?" Lexey wanted to know, dancing about: his expression suggested that he had missed his patient friend very much indeed.
"Course I did, Lexey," and Rob gave him a mock punch."I learned some great new games, too, Libby," he added, turning to the girl.
His mother began to introduce her new student to the MasterHarper, his spouse and the other adults, letting Betrice take charge.
"Robinton…" and his mother prompted him to thank Spakinth and C' rob for returning them home.
"Glad to do it, MasterSinger.Any chance of your coming back to sing at the Autumn Gather?I was asked to ask you," C'rob said, grinning from ear to ear.
"I'll see if it's possible, C'rob.I'd certainly like to." At her words, Robinton nodded vigorously, which made her laugh."I can see that I'll be nagged to death until I do," she added, tousling her son's hair. "Can you not stop for some klah?"
C'rob shook his head with real regret."Not today.But thanks!" They stood there courteously while both riders remounted; then the dragons launched themselves into the air and turned eastward before disappearing.
Robinton caught the sad little sigh from his mother before she turned back and smiled at those who had welcomed her.
"Come now," Lorra was saying, taking Merelan by the arm, "I've put on a little something to take away the chill of between…And you lot be careful with the MasterSinger's things," she added, scowling at the apprentices who were halfway up the stairs, burdened with carisaks.
"We weren't between long enough to get cold," Robinton said.
"And who's the seasoned traveller, then?" Lorra asked, amused.
"Mother and I got to the Weyr several times a-dragonback, you know," he went on.
"Can we come in too?" Libby asked, hovering in the doorway with Lexey and Barba.
"When were you ever refused food in this Hall?" Lorra demanded.As she resettled young Silvina on her hip, she waved them towards the small dining room with its table set with a huge bowl of her special fruit drink and plates of pies and cakes."Even if you only just got up from lunch.Did Benden feed you just before you left?" she asked the travellers.
"Well, we were given lunch Benden time…"
"At least their timing's right," the headwoman said almost approvingly.
Merelan swung round from the table when she heard boot-steps on the flagstones in the hall, but it was Masters Gennell, Bosler and Ogolly coming in.
"I'd hoped that Petiron would make it back from Ruatha Hold in time," Master Gennell said apologetically to Merelan.
"Oh?"
"But he was certain he'd be here to greet you," Gennell went on, "so we didn't drum a message to delay your return until he was back." The MasterHarper looked towards the open Hall door as if he expected Petiron to be riding in at any moment."It's not that long a journey, and I saw that the harpers were all well mounted.
Their Autumn Gather, and they'd particularly requested something special from us."
"Halanna went?" Merelan asked in a bland voice.
"Yes, and Londik, though I'd say," Gennell added with a frown, "his voice is about to change."
"That won't matter now," she said almost casually, and looked down at her son."Robie can take over the treble solos.He did all that were needed at Benden, both Hold and Weyr, and it's not just as his mother that I'm proud of him."
"No, of course not.And did you like visiting the Weyr, Rob?" Master Gennell smiled kindly down at him.
"It was fabulous," Robinton said.He was quite willing to describe everything: he couldn't remember if Master Gennell had been to the Weyr."Isn't it?"
"Yes, a very special place indeed." Gennell gave Rob a pat on his head and then turned to Merelan."So, tell me more about our new soprano, Lord Maidir's girl."
"She's a well-behaved young lady," Merelan said, chuckling as Master Gennell's obvious apprehension eased."I'd scarcely inflict the Hall with another…" She cleared her throat and suggested that Robie might like to finish his drink with his friends.
Robinton went off, grinning to himself because he knew what she'd been about to say.
His father did not arrive back at the Hall until the autumn day had nearly ended.Two of the journeymen with him were leading runner-beasts, one of which was very definitely lame.
"Runner-beasts went lame, Mother," Robinton said from his perch at the front window."Not Father's, though," he added as she hurried in from her bedroom to peer over his shoulder."See.There he is!" And he pointed to his father's unmistakable tall, lean figure, dismounting from a Ruathan bay gelding.
He couldn't understand his mother's reaction.She'd worried about Petiron not being there, and now she didn't seem to care that he was safely home.
"It wouldn't be like Father to hurry on ahead unless everything was all right," he said.
"Sometimes, Robie," she told him, putting her hand under his chin and tipping his face up, "you're too forgiving."
He didn't feel so forgiving when it seemed to take an age for his father to greet his family.
"Trouble on the way, Petiron?" his mother asked, turning from the window and the brilliant sunset.
"Two lame runner-beasts, because they thought to get home faster," he said, swinging saddlebags and instrument case to the bench."You had the safer way to travel." He came over to her and gave her a peck on her cheek."Londik's voice is gone."
"I can sing instead, then," Robinton piped up.
His father, almost as if just realizing his son was in the room too, frowned slightly."That's as it may be.But it is way past your bedtime, Robinton, and your mother and I have a lot to discuss.Good night."
"And you've no more welcome than that for your son, Petiron?" Merelan asked in such a tense voice that Robie was startled.
"It's all right, Mother.Good night, Father," he said and left, almost running out of the room in his dismay.
"Petiron, how could you?"
Robie shut the door on whatever reply his father made, glad that he couldn't hear anything through the thick wooden panels.He flung himself on his bed and wished he was back at Benden Hold.
Even Lord Maidir was nicer to him than his father was.Why couldn't he please his own father?What had he done wrong?
Why couldn't he do something right?He probably shouldn't have said that he could take Londik's place.But he could.He knew he could.His mother had said that his voice was every bit as good as Londik's, and he was the better musician.And she didn't just say things like that to make you feel good, not about professional matters.
He muffled the sobs he could not control in his pillow.And when he heard some shouting later, he pulled the pillow over his head and pushed it tight against his ears so that he couldn't hear anything except his own pulse.
He had to audition for the position of solo treble singer in front of all the Masters, which made him a little nervous.The requirement had made his mother furious.
"Are you doubting my professional opinion, Petiron?" she asked when she heard what was proposed.All the windows were open, making it impossible for Robinton to avoid hearing.
"Any singer who is to be a soloist for the Harper Hall has to be auditioned," his father had answered.
"Only if he hasn't been heard by all the Masters before," Merelan had said, tight-voiced.