Chapter 11
Jacarantha’s sky was yellow. Race stared at it, bemused. Near the eastern horizon, where the sun was just rising, it was a deep gold. Overhead it was yellow-green, almost olive; elsewhere, yellow with the brownish cast of topaz. Race felt a wave of homesickness for the natural skies of Mavia.
They were about forty miles from the city. Here was an abandoned mine known to Yale. Race had widened one of its upper galleries and moved the ship into it, and they slept as well as they could for the rock overhead. Their battery charge was low again when Race awakened and he was still generating.
He still felt sleepy, and kept shaking his head. He had gone thirty-six hours without sleep before shipping out from Sonissa, had caught only a couple of hours of sleep on the ship. Last night
