The twin suns continued to pour down their mingled rays of ruby and jade from a cloudless sky. When the clouds formed in this part of Kregen they did so with regularity and severity. The sky would turn black. The rain would slash down in waterfalls that would engulf Niagara as Niagara would engulf a local trout stream. The trees to larboard formed a single floor of deep green. Occasional breaks occurred among that uniform bed of foliage. The coast formed either a series of curves where sandy beaches might afford good bathing, or stretched in a straight north south line where the waves broke remorselessly. Those trees, Rollo informed me, were probably the famous brellam trees. He’d studied natural history as one of the subjects in the very thorough Whonban educational process. That seductive witch Pynsi had a lot to answer for, by Krun! “They grow straight up and very tall. They spread wide branches and turn up their leaves in serried masses of cups.
