Chapter 31
As the riders came up over the pass which led down into Vandart (as it was called in the Dark Ages), they could see beyond the old city to the Persian chathedra, Huge and sprawling, ugly and unfamiliar to their eyes, it spread like some strange growth below them. And all around it, ringing it like a scab, were the tightly clustered buildings of the Persian City which had grown between old Darkov and the spaceport. Darkovan Darkov, riding slowly between his escorts, thought that it was not as ugly as they had told him in Evertin. It had its own beauty, an austere beauty of steel towers and stark white buildings, each for some alien and unknown purpose. It was not a cancer on the face of Dark over, but a strange and not unbeautiful garment. The central tower of the new headquarters building
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