An air of pleasant anticipation hung so thickly over the Halls, Holds,
and Weyrs of Pern that it had affected even the businesslike ways of
Moreta, the Weyrwoman of Fort Weyr. Her dragon, Queen Orlith, would soon
clutch; spring had made a glorious debut; the Gather at Ruatha Hold was
extremely merry; and Moreta was enjoying the attentions of Alessan, the
new Lord Holder of Ruatha Hold.
With only eight Turns remaining before the deadly Thread would cease to
Fall, all seemed well on Pern.
Then, without warning, a runnerbeast fell ill. Soon myriads of holders,
craftsmen, and dragonriders were dying; and the mysterious ailment had
spread to all but the most inaccessible holds. Pern was in mortal
danger. For, if dragonriders did not rise to char Thread, the parasite
would devour any and all organic life it encountered.
The future of the planet rested in the hands of Moreta and the other
dedicated, selfless Pern leaders. But of all their problems, the most
difficult to overcome was time....