CHAPTER 4Polar North was a city sunken beneath the ice. One containing workshops, barracks, laboratories, gymnasiums, a crematorium, a garden. One containing the statue of a man.
Staring at it Edallia Kramer felt awe.
Not because of its size, though it was too large to take in at a glance, but in the expression of the face. It was up-tilted a little, the eyes open as if staring into the glory of the beyond. The eyes of a man transformed. One who had found the key that had released the locks binding Mankind to one small world.
“Ludwig Kreutzal,” said the Comptroller. “In my opinion the most important man of our race.”
“That could be argued.”
“And often is,” he agreed. “Some think the laurel should go to one of those who beat back the frontiers of disease; Pasteur, Lister, Erlich, Semme
