It was of a soft green, embroidered with coloured silks and her hair was
left loose flowing around her shoulders, and caught above her ears by a
narrow fillet of gold that gleamed as she tossed her head.
“I like it much better than the frumpy old English fashions,” said she.
“Desmond is not quite ready yet—he will look splendid.”
“We shall change later,” said Sir John, “and I shall be glad to get out
of these stuffy and dirty garments. All the same I don’t fancy myself a
cross between an imitation gladiator and a stained glass twelfth century
saint.”
They thoroughly enjoyed their meal; eggs served in a wonderful salad of
fruit and vegetables proved to be the staple part, and this course was
followed by a baked grain, similar to barley, but of a bright green
colour, deliciously creamy and sweet. There was milk to drink, and
plenty of heavy cream.
“They seem to be almost vegetarians here,” said Mavis, “for although we
have had plenty of milk, eggs and cream, I have not seen a sign of fish
or meat.”
“All the better,” said Sir John, “after all that tinned stuff while we
were on the Argenta—ugh!”
They drove in state to the students’ party. The Waz had constituted
himself their guide, and they were very thankful for his services. The
large ground floor of the Observatory had been converted into a
veritable bower of roses. At one end, almost hidden by flowers, were the
musicians—playing dreamy music on soft-toned, stringed instruments.
The Host in Chief, Kulmervan, with Waiko, stood on a raised dais at one
end and received their guests, who were all announced by an usher who
wore a kilt-like shirt and a flowing cape. As the strangers entered he
announced from a card they gave him, first in his own language and then
in English, “Sir John, Alan, Desmond, Masters, and Mavis.” No surnames
were known on Jupiter, and so far they possessed no Keemarnian title. To
Sir John they gave his prefix, although they did not quite understand
it.
A great silence reigned when the announcement was made—Kulmervan left
the dais and advanced toward his guests, and this mark of homage was
acknowledged by clamorous cheers from all the others who were present.
“Welcome,” said he. “I witnessed your descent upon our land. Indeed, it
was I who helped to focus our ray of attraction upon your vessel and
helped to draw you into our atmosphere.”
“What are your rays?” asked Alan. “Surely you had never any cause to use
one before?”
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