As we paused there for that moment, Marlin's face grave and intent
with purpose, Whitely coolly looking about him, and Randall and I
endeavoring to conceal the excitement that pounded at our hearts, the
whole scene was imprinted indelibly upon my brain. The crowds and
brilliant lights about and beneath us, the great space-flier's faceted
bulk looming into the darkness, the colossal buildings of the great
world-capital that stretched away in the darkness in all directions,
a great mass of shining lights among which swirled a packed sea of
humanity gazing up toward our flier--these formed a mighty panorama
about us, but in that moment we turned our gaze up from them, up
toward the great constellations of summer stars that gleamed in the
black skies overhead. Away in the southern skies, not high above the
horizon, burned the equatorial constellations, Scorpio and Sagittarius
and Capricorn, with the calm white light-globule of Jupiter moving in
Scorpio and the bright red dot of Mars and yellow spark of Saturn in
Capricorn. But it was toward Sagittarius that we were gazing, for among
that constellation's stars there shone also Neptune, invisible to our
unaided eyes but almost seen by us, it seemed, in that tense moment.
Then we four were moving across the roof toward the looming framework
that upheld the space-flier, pausing inside its clear space to face
the World President. It was a moment of cosmic drama, that moment in
which Earth and the silent peoples of Earth, that had gathered in
millions there to watch us, were sending forth four of themselves into
the trackless void for the first time, sending them forth with Earth's
one chance for life in their hands. The World President, facing us,
did not speak, though; did not break the thick silence that seemed to
lie over all the mighty city. He reached forth, gripped our hands with
his own, grasped them tightly, silently, his steady eyes upon ours,
and then stepped back. And then Marlin leading, we were clambering up
the framework to the flier's screw-door, passing silently inside and
then screwing that great door hermetically shut behind us. That done,
we passed across the little vestibule-chamber and through the second
screw-door, closing it likewise behind us.
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