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a synthetic blue zipper suit, a regulation garment hardly
weathered by four hard years of an alien climate.
Dorn, the Moruian, was seventeen years old; he was
wiry, thin, long-limbed. He walked with a lithe, swinging
motion; the carriage of his head, his hips, his thin, long-
fingered hands, were all distinctive. By contrast Scott Gale
was over-controlled, muscle-bound. Dorn had thick mid-
brown hair, perfectly straight and cut off, carelessly, above
the collar of his fine woollen tunic. His face was broad at
the forehead, and tapering, with a straight nose, a long
upper lip and a firm jaw. It might have been a human face,
in certain attitudes, except for the eyes, which were widely
spaced, very large, and set, up-curving, into his temples.
Scott Gale was, in comparison, round faced and round
headed, yet in cloak and hood he had often passed for a
Moruian. His hair and beard were black; he had often,
during his first days on Torin, cursed the Irish ancestors
who gave him blue eyes. This strange pair walked on,
talking in Moruian, until they came to the lake shore. Esto,
the Great Sun, came over the shoulder of a mountain and
turned the warm waters of the lake to gold.
"There!" said Dorn, "and not even a stone for memori-
al!" Scott Gale laughed. "Memorial to the loss of a good air
ship," he said.
"Ah, but it is strange!" exclaimed Dorn. "Don't you feel
it? To remember the past so clearly ... We stand where
the party from the hunting lodge was standing . . ."
He looked back to the oval building on the terrace.

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"They carried torches and lances, that night, and a Galtroy
banner . . . star and spindle." He knelt at the water's edge,
wrinkling his forehead, and skipped a stone across the
steamy water.
"I've heard the story, from the Family," said Gale, "until
it's like a story from my own childhood. I don't know what
I remember or what was told to me." He pointed to a
narrow beach on the far side of the lake.
"Was it about there that you pulled me ashore?"
"Yes," said Dorn.
They walked on, around the head of the lake, with Dorn
running ahead and clambering over fallen logs. When Gale
caught up again, Dorn was staring ahead at a particular
rock above the little beach. Over the rock arched an old,