“Merral stared into the night. Away to his left was the main part of Isterrane City, where only a few lights remained in this first hour of the Lord’s Day. Ahead, within the space terminal itself, there were lights and movement as families gathered for the imminent departure for the Gate. And to the right, spotlights picked out the curving fuselage and wings of the shuttle lined up on the runway. “Two in the morning is an awkward time for a flight,” Merral commented, as a wisp of vapor from the ...ramjets drifted upward and caught the light. “I know, but to minimize the time people spend floating around at a Gate Station waiting for connections, someone has to start at a bad hour. And being the end of the line, it’s Farholme. Anyway, today it suits us perfectly. We will be out of the system by midday.” Vero stopped, sniffing the night air. “I wonder,” he said, “whether I will come back. I suppose they may just say, ‘Thanks, Sentinel Enand, but we’ll handle it from here.’ ”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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