Anne McCaffrey - PTB 3 Power Play 1 Yanaba Maddock and Sean Shongili held hands in a darkness illuminated only by the glowing eyesof hundreds of animals and the flames of hundreds of candles. The drumming had stopped nowreplaced by the sweet slapping of sliding water the beat of many hearts and the breathing ofmany creatures. One pulse was louder than all the drums had been one breath a wind thatguttered and flared the candles with each respiration. quotSo how do we do it herequot Yana whispered nervously to the father of her unborn child. quotDoesthe planet give me away or whatquot Sean smiled and winked. quotNo one has that right but you love. Lets just say that the planetacts as witness and honorary best being.quot quot... best being...quot an echo sang from the cavern walls. quot... best being...quot He stopped walking and she stopped beside him. All she knew was that they were getting marriedPetaybean-style. Shed been so busy with her new duties as Petaybees administrator over the last two monthsthat she hadnt had enough time to inquire as fully as she would have liked into the rituals orfolkways of the Petaybean marriage ceremony before it was upon her. Seans niece Bunny Rourkeone of her chief informants on matters Petaybean had told her that it was a special sort oflatchkay with