Time passed and the ship went on over the rim of the planet. Orbital speed was impossible. The _Starshine_ stayed almost within atmosphere and moved eastward at no more than fifteen hundred miles an hour. "Here it is," said Kim, at last. The ship settled down once more. There was a thin, hazy overcast here, and clear vision came suddenly as they dropped below it. And the coast and the land before them brought an exclamation from Dona. The shoreline was magnificent, all beautiful bold cliffs with rolling hills behind them. There were mountains on farther yet and splendid vistas everywhere. But more than the land or the natural setting, it was what men had done which caused Dona to exclaim. The whole terrain was landscaped like a garden. As far as the eye could reach--and the _Starshine_ still flew high--every hillside and every plain had been made into artificial but marvelous gardens. There were houses here and there. Some were huge and gracefully spreading, or airily soaring upward, or simple with the simplicity of gems and yet magnificent beyond compare. There was ostentation here, to be sure, but there was surely no tawdriness. There was no city in sight. There was not even a grouping of houses, yet many of the houses were large enough to shelter communities. "I--see," said Kim. "The workmen live near the factories or in their compounds. The owners have their homes safely away from the ugly part of commerce. They've a small-sized continent of country homes, Dona, and undoubtedly it is very pleasant to live here. Whom shall we deal with?" Dona shook her head. Kim picked a magnificent residence at random. He slanted the _Starshine_ down. Presently it landed lightly upon smooth lawn of incredible perfection, before a home that Dona regarded with shining eyes. "It's--lovely!" she said breathlessly. "It is," agreed Kim. "It even has a feeling all its own," he said. "The palace of a king or a tyrant always has something of arrogance about it. It's designed to impress the onlooker. A pleasure-palace is always tawdry. It's designed to flatter the man who enters it. These houses are solid. They're the homes of men who are thinking of generations to follow them and, meanwhile, only of themselves. I've heard of the merchant princes of Spicus Five, and I'm prejudiced. I don't like those factories with the workmen's homes inside. But--I like this house. Do you want to come with me?" Dona looked at the house--yearningly. At the view all about; every tree and every stone so placed as to constitute perfection. The effect was not that of a finicky estheticism, but of authentic beauty and dignity. But after a moment Dona shook her head. "I don't think I'd better," she said slowly. "I'm a woman, and I'd want one like it. I'll stay in the ship and look at the view. You've a communicator?" Kim nodded. He opened the airlock door and stepped out. He walked toward the great building.