At this point Earmar remained constantly at the control board, surveying space through the successive layers of deep purple glass which he had switched into position over the observation window. Through this density Anziba’s vessel was a remote speck, but even so the field of attraction was not yet so absolute from the sun that Anziba could not turn back if his mind were released from the mental vice Earmar had clamped about it.
Earmar, however, was determined to see the thing through, and there was nothing Vanita could do but watch and control her fears as best she could. Flying so close within range of the sun was something no space-fliers had ever willingly done before, and it required fine focus calculation to be sure that the boundary was not overstepped.
“The time has come,” Earmar
