Beneath us I could see the great planet rapidly expanding and
broadening, until its tremendous coppery sphere filled all the
heavens below. By that time our velocity had slackened to less than a
light-speed, and even this speed decreased still further as we entered
the zone of traffic about the great planet. For a few moments we
dropped cautiously downward through the swarming masses of interstellar
ships which jammed the upper levels, and then had swept past the busy
traffic-boats into one of the great descension-lanes, and were moving
smoothly down toward the planet's surface.
Around us there swarmed all the myriads of inbound ships that filled
the descension-lane, drawn from every quarter of the Galaxy toward
Canopus, the center and capital of our universe. Long cargo-ships
from far Spica there were, laden with all the strange merchandise of
that sun's circling worlds; luxurious passenger-liners from Regulus
and Altair, filled with tourists eager for their first sight of great
Canopus; swift little boats from the thronging suns and worlds of the
great Hercules cluster; battered tramps which owned no sun as home, but
cruised eternally through the Galaxy, carrying chance cargoes from
star to star; and here and there among the swarms of alien ships a
human-manned craft from our own distant little solar system. All these
and a myriad others raced smoothly beside and around us as we shot down
toward the mighty world beneath.
Swiftly, though, the traffic about us branched away and thinned as
we dropped nearer to the planet's surface. Beneath the light of
the immense white sun above, its landscape lay clearly revealed, a
far-sweeping panorama of smoothly sloping plains and valleys, parklike
in its alternation of lawn and forest. Here and there on the surface of
this world sprawled its shining cities, over whose streets and towers
our cruiser sped as we flashed on. Then, far ahead, a single mighty
gleaming spire became visible against the distant horizon, growing
as we sped on toward it into a colossal tower all of two thousand
feet square at its base, and which aspired into the radiant sunlight
for fully ten thousand feet. On each side of it there branched away
a curving line of smaller buildings, huge enough in themselves but
dwarfed to toylike dimensions by the looming grandeur of the stupendous
tower. And it was down toward the smooth sward at the tower's base that
our ship was slanting now, for this was the seat of the great Council
of Suns itself.
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