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He turned his look away. As if for companionship, he tried to find sister planets, and believed he could pick out two. And, yes, that really brilliant star, ruby-colored, that must be Ea, six thousand times as remote from here as Bel and outward bound. It wasn't a reminder of mortality like Anu; as a dwarf, Ea would have a tremendously long though quiet life.

Nevertheless, it touched Dejerine with a sense of its loneliness, and his, and everybody's, ineluctable. And the splendor of Ishtar held an oncoming agony. His thought went on to Eleanor, how fair she had been and how miserable, on the day she told him that after two years she could try no longer and wanted a divorce. / was trying, too, he told her again. / really was.

He shook himself. No notions for the commander of a flotilla, these. A voice out of a speaker rescued him from silence: "Orbit assumed, sir. All satisfactory."

"Very good," he replied automatically. "Men not on regular watch may go off duty."

"Shall I have a call put through to ground, sir?" asked his exec.

"Not yet. It's night in that hemisphere-as far as the proper sun is concerned, anyway. They've adapted to an eighteen-and-a-hatf-hour day there and must be mostly asleep at present, whether or not Anu is aloft. We'd be discourteous to rouse their leaders. Let us waitum-m-m-" Dejerine balanced Ishtarian rotation against Earthspin Navy clocks. "Say till 0700. That'll give us a few hours to relax, too. If any messages are received before, switch them to me in my cabin. Otherwise beam Primavera at 0700."

"Aye, sir. Have you further orders?"

"No, I'll simply rest- I advise you to do the same, Heinrichs. We've a busy time ahead."

"Thank you, sir- Good night." The thick accent cut off. Dejerine had required talk to be in English, practice for a community where that was well-nigh the exclusive language. (No, native speech also. Don Conway had used a number of words which he explained, on inquiry, were of nonhuman origin.) The captain suspected a lot of Spanish, Chinese, or what-have-you went on in his absence.

He himself had no linguistic problem. His upbringing had made him fluent in several major tongues, and his wife had been from the United States.

He brushed aside the returning memory. He had loved her, and he still wished her well, but after three years it would be ridiculous to pine. There were plenty of other women-had been since his middle teens. He wondered if any on Ishtar would prove available.

Again he considered the planet. Orbit had brought the cruiser into view of its civilized parts. The opposite half held a single continent and countless islands, where no significant number of Ishtarians lived and about which humans had to date learned little. They had more enigmas where they were than they could handle, in spite of indigenous help.

Anu light lay sinister across a slice which ought to have been dark. By that dull glow he picked out the continents he had read about. Conway had tried to teach him how to utter their names.

Australia-sized Haelen decked the south pole, extending an arm past the Antarctic Circle. Thence a series of archipelagos, visible from here only as changes in the pattern of clouds and currents, led north to Beronnen, roughly India-shaped, dry land from a bit south of the southern tropic to a bit south of the equator. Beyond were more islands, many volcanic-could he identify murkiness in some of the clouds?-until his eye reached Valennen, not far north of the equator. Like a Siberia stood on end, it stretched nearly to the north pole. The curve of the planet hid its further three quarters from Dejerine, that unknown territory whose life had not been born on Ishtar.

He searched for the rest of his command, parked in advance of him, but failed to see any vessel. No surprise; they were widely spaced for safety and radio relay. Their names made a litany in his head: Sierra Nevada, where he was; ranger Moshe Peretz., first vessel he had skippered; scout mother Isabella, who bore in her womb ten wasps; workshop Imholep, which the fighting craft were here to serve and protect. Yes, he thought, he'd come a long way, spectacularly fast, in two senses. That he had been dispatched here, remote from action, was in truth an honor, a mark of trust.

Nevertheless, since his duties were off him for a while, the control bridge felt like a cell. He rose and left it, in search of what home existed in his cabin. His shoes clacked loudly on empty decks. During the voyage he had had the field generators set for 1.18 g. His men and he must arrive at Ishtar with bodies adapted to its heavier pull. Tired, he felt the fourteen kilos added to his weight as if it were lead hung at shoulders and ankles.

Well, he'd be okay after a nap.

But when he had exchanged high-collared blue tunic and white trousers for pajamas, his hermit's bed held no attraction. He decided to allow himself a small cognac, and lit a cigarette. For a few minutes he prowled about looking at personal things.

His father's picture ... Why didn't he keep his mother's? Their marriage had broken when he was six, their sole child, and she had reared him. She had been conscientious about it, too, as much as a growingty important administrative job in the Peace Control Authority permitted. Their life hadn't lacked excitement, eitherfrequent moves to different European cities, vacation trips to the rest of Earth and to Luna, parties where eminent guests discussed matters big in the news.... Yet somehow, maybe because they rarely saw each other, maybe because he was always cheerful, ambitious for little more than the enjoyment of life, Pierre Dejerine came through to the son in a way that Marina Borispvna never could ... though surely a part of her in that boy had seen him through the Naval Academy, even if it was a part of his father that had sparked him to apply. . . .

The captain shook his head and grinned at the contents. If he must be stuffy-serious, why not put the mood to use and read over what he had on Ishtar? If nothing else, the boredom of this latest repetition might make him sleepy.

He took the best of the books, relaxed in the lounger, sipped brandy and smoke, and began leafing through.

-Babylonian nomenclature. Other Terrestrial mythologies were spent on planetary systems nearer home. But by chance, the Anubelean was among the first visited, so soon after Mach's Principle led to the cracking of the light-speed barrier that Diego Primavera's voyage was an epic of daring.

His main goal was the globular cluster NGC 6656 (M 22) in Sagittarius. At three kiloparsecs' remove, this is comparatively close, and additionally of special interest to astrophysicists for being smalt and dense: thus a good place to begin research on groups of its kind. Spacehome instruments had picked out an isolated stellar system much nearer, which happens in this epoch to be on a direct line between Sol and the cluster heart. That background had camouflaged it from Earthside astronomers, and confused the results of observation from orbit. Accordingly, Primavera's ship was scheduled to visit it en route.

What he found there was vastly more exciting than what he was bound for-from a biological and psychological, hence human viewpoint. Bear in mind how new in galactic space man was. He had not hitherto come upon worlds at once so like his home and so remarkably unlike.

Primavera led a second expedition for the specific purpose of exploring those planets. His report caused a sensation. A scholarly dilettante, Winston P. Sanders, proposed the Babylonian names as being appropriate on numerous counts, and the suggestion was soon adopted....