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immediate problem. We can have Patrice de Broglie do a survey. Ah, yes, no seismic readings from the EEC, so even the one that has erupted has been dormant for well over two hundred years. And the weather and general conditions on the other two sites do mitigate against them.”
    “Hmm, so they do. Doesn’t look from a met point of view as if the conditions at either will improve in two days,” Ezra conceded.
    “Hell, we don’t have to
stay
where we land,” Drake exclaimed.
    “Unless there’s some freak weather brewing up,” Jim Tillek said, “which I’m sure the met boys will be able to spot, let’s settle on the thirty-south site. That’s the one the EEC team favored, anyhow. Besides, the scuttlebugs say it’s got a thick ground cover. That should cushion the shock when you bounce, Drake.”
    “Bounce?” Drake’s gray eyes widened at the mild jibe. “Captain Tillek, I haven’t bounced a landing since my first solo.”
    “Very well, then, gentlemen, have we settled on our landing site?” Paul asked. Ezra and Jim nodded. “Relevant updates and detailed charts will be in your hands by 2200 hours.”
    “Well, Joel,” Jim Tillek said, his sly grin broadening, “didja win?”
    “Me, Captain?” Joel’s expression was that of injured innocence. “I never bet on a sure thing.”
    “Any other problems to raise at this point, Captains?” Paul paused courteously, looking from one screen to the other.
    “All ahead go, Paul, now I know I’ll land this bucket in her parking space on time,” Jim said, “and where to send my shuttle.” He waved a casual salute toward Erza and then his screen blacked out.
    “Good evening, Admiral,” Ezra said more formally. His image faded.
    “Is that all now, Paul?” Joel asked.
    “We’ve got the time and the place,” Paul replied, “but that’s a tough timetable you’ve set, Joel. Can you keep it?”
    “There’s a lot of money says he will, Admiral,” Drake Bonneau quipped.
    “Why do you think it took me so long to load the
Yoko,
Admiral?” Joel Lilienkamp replied with a wide grin. “I knew I’d have to unload it all fifteen years later. You’ll see.” He winked at Desi, whose expression showed the faintest hint of skepticism.
    “Then, gentlemen,” the admiral said, standing up, “I’ll be in my cabin if any problems do arise.”
    As he swung out of the wardroom, Paul heard Joel asking for bets on how soon knowledge of the landing site would circulate the
Yoko.
    Avril’s throaty voice replied. “Those odds, Lili.” Then the door panel
whoosh
ed shut.
    Morale was high. Paul hoped that Emily’s meeting had been as satisfactory. Seventeen years of planning and organization were about to be put to the test.
     
    On the deep-sleep decks of all three colony ships, the medics were working double shifts to arouse the fifty-five hundred or so colonists. Technicians and specialists were being revived in order of their usefulness to the landing operation, but Admiral Benden and Governor Boll had been insistent that everyone be awake by the time the three ships achieved their temporarily programmed parking position in a stable Lagrangian orbit, sixty degrees ahead of the larger moon, in the L­5 spot. Once the three great ships had been cleared of passengers and cargo, there would be no more chance to view Pern from outer space.
    Sallah Telgar, coming off duty from her watch on the bridge, decided that she had had quite enough space travel for one lifetime. As the only surviving dependent of serving officers, she had spent her childhood being shunted from one service post to another. When she had lost both parents, she had been eligible to sign on as a charter member of the colony. War compensations had permitted her to acquire a substantial number of stake acres on Pern, which she could claim once the colony had become solidly established. Above all other considerations, Sallah yearned to set herself down in one place and stay there for the rest of her