Trehearne saw. He mazed his brain with seeing, with hearing and feeling - the pulse and rush of the city, the kaleidoscopic multitudes, the companies of lordly Vardda like peacocks in their jewels and brilliant tunics, the babel of outworld tongues the drifting sound of music, strange and sweet. From place to place the four of them, drinking the dark wine of Antares, the pungent snow-white brew of Fomalaut, endless wines fo many colors from the worlds of many stars.
1955.