One thousand meters above the ring plane. Three. The Skroderiders' chatter -- both with Pham and between themselves -- dwindled to naught. Their stalks and fronds angled so the sensing surfaces looked out in all directions. The sun and its power cloud was a blaze of light on one side of the deck. They were above the rings, but still so close.... It was like standing at sunset on a beach of colored sands ... that stretched to an infinite horizon. The Skroderiders stared into it, their fronds gently swaying. Twenty kilometers above the rings. One thousand. They lit the OOB's main torch and accelerated across the system. The Skroderiders came slowly out of their trance. Once they arrived at the second harbor,
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