The wind in the leaves makes an alien sound.
The Captains' Hall has stood in Nomad Valley through two hundred years of rain, wind and sun and might outlast the Nomads.
When Joachim has delivered his disturbing message to the Captains' Council:
"'There you have it, lads. Make what you will of it.'
"Silence, then. The wind blowing in through the open door stirred the tapestries. A little metal plaque rang like a tiny gong." (CHAPTER II, p. 14)
Silence from the captains but not from the wind. As ever in Anderson's works, it seems to comment on human affairs, this time disturbing the captains' tapestries and their metal plaque. The striking of a gong might signify an alarm. All is not well in Nomadic space and they must conduct their own investigation rather than alert the Coordination Service
1 comment:
Kaor, Paul!
I would have preferred doing the same thing if I had been one of those Captains, having the Nomads conduct their own investigation. Because the Nomads and Cordies don't often see eye to eye and regard each other distrustfully.
Ad astra! Sean
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