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Anne McCaffrey, Tania Opland and Mike Freeman
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Four Hundred Turns
Four hundred turns in the black of night
Four hundred of Rukbat's sun bright
Four hundred turns never a Thread
Dropped on Pern from the wand'ring Red Star
Four hundred turns to discard
As needless the Weyrs, and to disregard
The warnings sent down through ages in song
That all must give honor to those who belong
In mind and in heart to the great winged beasts
Whose flaming breath on grey Threadfall feasts
'Four hundred turns,' Lord Holders said
'We've nothing to fear from mythical Thread.'
But the Finger Rock points upon Benden Weyr rim
To an Eye Rock red, in the dawn sky dim
So F'lar, Weyrleader, bronze Mnementh's man
Prepares the Weyr as well as he can
With records dust old, and a sharp, clear mind
He readies Pern with what help he can find
Thanks to Lessa, his Weyrmate, and Ramoth her queen
He rallies his scant force to go time between
When black dust blows cold warning to all
That at dawn over Nerat, live Thread will fall
'Four hundred tithe-paying turns we have scorned
And never a Thread since our grandsires were born.'
Then the vineflowers' eyes peered out through the dawn
On the mythical menace they all swore was gone
And the riders braved Thread as it fell from space
In a desperate battle between time and place
With fearful mind, Lord Holders came
Show'ring plaudits on Benden's proud name
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Begging to know what help they might give
Now they had witnessed that Pern could not live
Without these bold riders abroad in the sky
Searing the Threadfall as they flamed by
Four hundred turns the Weyr was alone
Few were the dragons where many had flown
In Ruatha's great hall hung a tapestry fair
Depicting a scene with dragons mid-air
And footmen who guided bright flame
So Benden's Weyrwoman, Lessa by name
Saw in these woven strands beckoning signs
Bringing forward the lost Weyrs in a star-guided race
Four hundred Turns of a cold black as death
Robbing the riders of all sense and breath
In four hundred Turns let Pern honor still
Lessa and Ramoth of time-conquering will
Praise Fandarel's craft, and F'lar's brave stand
Which have preserved our Thread-free land
In Four hundred Turns let no man say
We need not depend on the Dragonman's way
That Weyrs serve no purpose, tradition is dead
That Pern is not threatened by Red Star or Thread
Honor those riders the great dragons heed
Lest dragonless, all rediscover the need
Four hundred Turns ago, four hundred hence
Honor the Dragon: Pern's defense
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