Toma the Justine stared at his controls and the rushing water below in horror and disbelief. What had happened in the intervening one hundred and twenty-four years? He was on the third planet from a star the main civilizations called the Earth and the Sun. When he landed it had been the Year of Our Lord, 1712, in their incorrect reckoning.
When he enlarged the cave to hide his ship, the Golden One, the terrain was stable and there were no people to discover it. Homes, small cities, and what the inhabitants called settlements now dotted both sides of a wide, flowing river. All types of river craft plied the water below. He checked and rechecked his coordinates. They were as correct as the first time, second time, third time, and fourth time he had run them.
Golden OneIf he let himself be
