Winds Sighing, Whining, Morning

"Virgin Planet."

The rebels have captured the city but a superior army approaches. Nature responds. The giant planet eclipses the nearer sun, thus becoming:

"...a circle of blackness, ringed with red flame." (p. 108)

Also:

only a firefly-like moon is overhead;

stars glitter coldly;

wind sighs;

the tide is receding;

dusk falls.

Everything seems to point in the same direction.

When the rebel leaders make clear that they will not damage the captured parthogenesis machine as long as they can keep the Man and get him to bring others, the message starts to get through that Davis is indeed a Man, not a hostile Monster, but there is a pause while this is digested. In the night and silence:

"A salt wind whined around red-stained battlements." (p. 110)

What is the wind going to do but whine at this point?

But when those who would have attacked instead return to welcome the Man, the sun comes out of eclipse and day burns as far as the eastern mountains.

Finally, as far as the pathetic fallacies go, Davis returns to his Ship:

"...under a morning wind..." (p. 111)

This wind, no longer whining, is a new beginning.