Bordman grunted. There were no longer adventures. The universe was settled, civilized. Of course there were still frontier planets--Xosa II was one--but pioneers had only hardships. Not adventures. The ship-phone speaker clicked. It said curtly: "_Notice. We have arrived at Xosa II and have established an orbit about it. A landing will be made by boat._" Bordman's mouth dropped open. "What the devil's this?" he demanded. "Adventure, maybe," said Aletha. Her eyes crinkled very pleasantly when she smiled. She wore the modern Amerind dress--a sign of pride in the ancestry which now implied such diverse occupations as interstellar steel construction and animal husbandry and llano-planet colonization. "If it were adventure, as the only girl on this ship I'd have to be in the landing party, lest the tedium of orbital waiting make the--" her smile widened to a grin--"the pent-up restlessness of trouble-makers in the crew--" The ship phone clicked again. "_Mr. Bordman. Miss Redfeather. According to advices from the ground, the ship may have to stay in orbit for a considerable time. You will accordingly be landed by boat. Will you make yourselves ready, please, and report to the boat-blister?_" The voice paused and added, "_Hand luggage only, please._" Aletha's eyes brightened. Bordman felt the shocked incredulity of a man accustomed to routine when routine is broken. Of course, survey ships made boat landings from orbit, and colony ships let down robot hulls by rocket when there was as yet no landing-grid for the handling of a ship. But never before in his experience had an ordinary freighter, on a routine voyage to a colony ready for a degree-of-completion survey, ever landed anybody by boat. "This is ridiculous!" said Bordman, fuming. "Maybe it's adventure," said Aletha. "I'll pack." She disappeared into her cabin, Bordman hesitated. Then he went into his own. The colony on Xosa II had been established two years since. Minimum-comfort conditions had been realized within six months. A temporary landing-grid for light supply ships was up within a year. It had permitted stockpiling, and it had been taken down to be rebuilt as a permanent grid with every possible contingency provided for. The eight months since the last ship-landing was more than enough for the rebuilding of the gigantic, spidery, half-mile-high structure which would handle this planet's interstellar commerce. There was no excuse for an emergency. A boat landing was nonsensical! He surveyed the contents of his cabin. Most of the cargo of the _Warlock_ was smelter equipment which was to complete the outfitting of the colony. It was to be unloaded first. By the time the ship's holds were wholly empty, the smelter would be operating. The ship would wait for a full cargo of pig-metal. Bordman had expected to live in this cabin while he worked on the survey he'd come to make and to leave again with the ship.