I considered that the whisky might be perfectly aged by now. The spices had been my mother's, and I seldom used them before I left for the end of time. An old malt whisky bottle, some dry cereal, some spices. I went to the kitchen and checked the cupboard. I started to take a covering from a chair, then let it be. I sighed, blinked, tried to feel something. The place was dusty, the furniture covered with sheets, but there were no signs of rats or jinjas, and all seemed in repair. There was never a moon on Ferro, and that was right.Īfter a time, I walked to the house, climbed up the porch and the house recognized me and turned on the lights. The Big Snake, half-coiled over the southwestern horizon. Steiner, the planet that is Ferro's evening star, was the first to emerge, low in the west, methaneīlue. Twilight to pass, and the stars - my stars - to come out. I shivered a little, adjusted my internals, and stood motionless, waiting for the last of Then Fitzgerald went down and a cold, cloudless night spanked down onto the plateau. When the big sun, Hemingway, set, a slight breeze kicked up. I drank it down in a long draught, then put the cup back onto its hanger. The water was tinged red and tasted of iron. For me, it had been fifteen years I wasn't sure how Someone had seen to the house and the land while I was away at the war. At first it creaked, and I believed it was rusted tight, but then it loosened, and within fifteen pulls, I had a cup of water. Passed my cabin, to the pump well and, taking a metal cup from where it hung from a set-pin, I worked the handle three times.
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I cannot tell you what it meant to me to see the two suns of Ferro set behind the dry mountain east of my home.