Champion of Mars
Champion of Mars
“Yoechakenon blinks as he emerges into bright light. The door closes behind him and disappears as if it had never been. We are in a large cavern. It is dark. Light orbs move in the air, the halo of brightness surrounding them projecting only for a few score spans, but he recognises the space he stands in, and so do I.
“The Royal Dock,” he says.
“Yes,” says the Emperor. “You remember?”
Yoechakenon nods. For many lifetimes, he was of the pilot clans. Extinct now, along with their calling. No spacecraft have flown from here for thousands of years, since the end of the Third Stone War, and the Quinarchy’s prohibition of space travel.
Sadness squeezes me in tight coils. Once a marvel of engineering, the Docks of Mars were renowned across the domains of Man, a huge dome fourteen thousandspan in diameter. Their heyday is long past, the time when ships from hundreds of worlds came and went from here dim even to the spirits of the Second World, and our memories are long.
The mirrors and glass a...re broken, the metalwork crumbled.MoreLess
“The Royal Dock,” he says.
“Yes,” says the Emperor. “You remember?”
Yoechakenon nods. For many lifetimes, he was of the pilot clans. Extinct now, along with their calling. No spacecraft have flown from here for thousands of years, since the end of the Third Stone War, and the Quinarchy’s prohibition of space travel.
Sadness squeezes me in tight coils. Once a marvel of engineering, the Docks of Mars were renowned across the domains of Man, a huge dome fourteen thousandspan in diameter. Their heyday is long past, the time when ships from hundreds of worlds came and went from here dim even to the spirits of the Second World, and our memories are long.
The mirrors and glass a...re broken, the metalwork crumbled.MoreLess
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