Chapter 9Taithur wiped his hand across his forehead and glanced ruefully upwards. It was amazing, he thought, after all this time in the ship, how one still looked skyward when the weather conditions were troublesome.
As a token act of freedom when they were clear of the major systems, they had adjusted the ship’s automatic environment control so that in the main circulation areas it now offered a wide range of average planetary weather conditions. Although there was an overall, broadly seasonal progression, daily variations were quite random, and today the computer had opted for a close, brooding stillness. Like Taithur, everyone else was wearing light clothing and wandering about a little more slowly than usual.
Inappropriate, he thought. Most inappropriate on today of all days. There
