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That would require either political will on the part of the Solarian League — a state which hadn't for centuries been able to zip its collective shoes — or mass tourism fueled by something ordinary humans could understand.
They couldn't understand a pattern of light quivering above a crystal. Edith Mincio could spend her life in study and she wouldn't understand it either, though she might be able to delude herself to the contrary.
"I'm very sorry," she said to deKyper.
"Say!" said Rovald. "Don't—"
The growler touched one of the pad's dials, a vernier control, moving it almost imperceptibly. The beast took its four-fingered hand away.
Instead of a cascade of light in the air above the Alphane book, figures walked: slim, scaly beings wearing ornaments and using tools.
The three humans looked at one another. None of them could speak.
Fireworks popped with dazzling splendor in the sky overhead.