The black bodies of the guards had ringed them, almost statuesque in
their motionlessness, during the conversation. As the Vegan concluded
his speech, he had turned toward the lock; Albee had spoken as the men
began to follow. The air of the planet was evidently similar to that
of Earth, Vega Five, and the home planet of the pentapods, since both
valves of the air lock were open. It had the fresh-air smell which the
filtered atmosphere of a spaceship always seems to lack, and the men
almost unconsciously squared their shoulders and expanded their chests
as they passed down the ramp in the wake of the heavily moving Vegan.
The scene before them caught all eyes; the interpreter's description
had been correct, but inadequate.
The hull of the interstellar cruiser curved high above their heads.
The lock chamber occupied a relatively tiny gondola that projected
far enough, from its location well to one side of the keel, to touch
the ground. The outside of the vessel gleamed with a brilliant
silvery luster, in contrast to the coppery glow of the interior. The
fort, directly in front of them, was an imposing structure of stone
composition half a mile in length and two hundred feet high on the side
facing them. The walls were smoothly polished, and completely lacking
in windows.
To the left, beyond the nose of the craft, the level meadow continued
for several hundred yards, and then dipped abruptly downward. As
the Vegan had intimated, the background was filled by a range of
rugged-looking mountains, the nearest several miles away. The sun was
now nearly overhead, thereby robbing the landscape of the shadows that
would have given the Earthman a better idea of its relief. Albee wasted
little time looking for what he wouldn't be able to see; he strode on
toward the great gate of the fort. In front of the portals were several
large heaps of articles, and even at this distance some of them could
be recognized as pieces of equipment from the unfortunate _Gomeisa_.
The guards closed around the group of human beings and proceeded at the
pace set by the captain, leaving the Vegan prisoner to follow at his
own speed.
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