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Date Posted: 23:13:05 12/21/01 Fri
Author: Lord Fenton *Fernon and Bardolph
Subject: The new Lord Holder

Lord Fenton looked around his new quarters. Thanks to his wife's arduous cleaning and straightening up, his Office was clean and orderly. Bright maps of the Hold, and every minor hold within his boarders decorated the walls. The windows let bright morning sun fall across his desk, illuminating the dark wooden sheen. We should have a gather soon, he thought. The people need one to break up the sorrow over the old Lord's passing. He sat at his desk and started to draft a notice.

"Dad!" Bardolph called, running up the stairs, "There's going to be a banquet T Lemos coming up!" He cried.

Fenton took the note from his son and skimmed it. "� Hold of Lemos � invite you and your kin � attend a banquet� 28th to the 2nd � honor our new Lord Holder, Flint, and his wife, Lady �announce our Heir Designate� Please attend." He muttered. He finished and burst out laughing! That old Stooge Flint was having a banquet! He had met the new Lord Holder of Lemos at the Council meeting and had taken to disliking the man fairly quickly. The man was so contemptuous of Dragons and their riders. Fenton was good friends with a few riders and had complete confidence in Igen Weyr. "Ask you mother and sister if they would like to go." He told his son, who sprinted out of the office. He should like to go, if only to see what Flint had done with the Hold.
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He finished drafting the notice about the upcoming gather and reread it,

Dear Weyrleader T'ren,
I would like to hold a gather soon, say from the 4th to the 7th. Could you possibly provide transportation? I would be delighted if you and your Weyrmate, S'sha, came.
Thank you and warmest regards, Lord Fenton
I heard you have a hatching, congratulations! I'm sorry that I couldn't attend, but maybe the next one.

He had just finished when his son returned, carrying a tray laden with food. "Let me guess, your mother was in the kitchen" He smiled at his son, "What did she say about the banquet?"
Bardolph's face screwed up in concentration as he imitated his mother; "I wouldn't mind going. And please give this" He indicated the tray, " to him, If I know your father, he hasn't eaten yet, and neither have you."
Fenton tousled his son's red hair and sat down to eat. "Well go tell your sister and then you can go eat" He called his Bronze flit to him and tied the gather note to it's leg as his son ran out of the room. "Now, go to the Igen Weyrleader and give him this." He commanded his lizard. Fernon chirped at the prospect of going to the Weyr and flew out the window.

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