Leonie Hastur, headstrong and lovely daughter of the Hastur Clan, most powerful of all the telepathic families who rule Darkover, is being escorted by her twin brother Lorill to Dalreuth Tower for training in the use of her psychic powers. Although this is the event she has long dreamed of - for her laran
is so strong that she has been able to use it without benefit of training or hte need of a matrix crystal - and she yearns for the power which will come to her if she succeeds in becoming a Keeper, she is deeply disturbed.
For she is plagued by a terrifying premonition that haunts her days and disrupts her nights, the inescapable feeling that something
is about to happen - something monumental and dangerous which will descend upon her world and change it utterly. And all she knows for certain is that this something
will be coming from one of Darkover's four moons ...
She heard MacAran mutter from the controls, "Here goes nothing. This is about as good as we're going to get." He raised his voice. "All right, back there! Brace for landing! Crash positions.!"
She bent over obediently, taking the approved tuck and covering the back of her neck with her hands. She felt them strike hard, rebound, and come down again; the crash restraints deployed, nets holding them in their fetal curls. cushions billowed up from beneath the seat under Ysaryre, and she heard the beeping
of a dozen different alarms. they bounced, struck, and rebounded yet again. Ysaye was beyond fear now; she was paralyzed. Nothing in her training or her experience had prepared her for this.I'm going to die
, she thought dumbly. Thought moved sluggishly through the thick sea of fear that flooded her. The hull cracked sickeningly on the next bounce and Ysaye thought she heard the rending of metal.
That was when she mercifully blacked out.
She came to with freezing cold air and snow blowing into her face ...