But he stayed in his
seat, in case the ship threatened to sway over. Cochrane inspected the
outer world.
"Well?"
"We sighted what I think you want," said Jones. He looked dead-pan and
yet secretly complacent. "Just watch."
The dusk grew deeper. Colorings appeared in the west. They were very
similar to the sunset-colorings on Earth.
"Not many volcanoes here."
The amount of dust was limited, as on Earth. A great star winked into
view in the east. It was as bright as Venus seen from Earth. It had a
just-perceptible disk. Close to it, infinitely small, there was a speck
of light which seemed somehow like a star. Cochrane squinted at it. He
thought of the great gas-giant world he'd seen out a port on the way
here. It had an attendant moon-world which itself had icecaps and seas
and continents. He called Jamison.
"I think that's the planet," agreed Jamison. "We passed close by it. We
saw it."
"It had a moon," observed Cochrane. "A big one. It looked like a world
itself. What would it be like there?"
"Cooler than this," said Jamison promptly, "because it's farther from
the sun. But it might pick up some heat from reflection from its
primary's white clouds.
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