Nightfall
“He was very calm. He was amazed at how calm he was.
“Very interesting, Beenay,” he said slowly. “Very, very interesting.”
“Of course, sir, there’s always the possibility that not only have I made some crucial error in fundamental assumptions, but that Yimot and Faro also—”
“All three of you getting your basic postulates wrong? No, Beenay. I think not.”
“I just wanted to indicate that the possibility exists.”
“Please,” Athor said. “Let me think.”
It was midmorning. Onos in full glory blazed in the sky that was visible through the tall window of the Observatory director’s office. Dovim was barely apparent, a small hard red dot of light, making a high northerly transit.
Athor fingered the papers, moving them about again and again on his desk. And moved them yet again. How strange to be taking this so easily, he thought.
Write Review:
User Reviews: