Adventures in the Far Future & Tales of Outer Space — page 171: what you’re looking at

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settled on its broken upper balcony, dizzily high above the black-and-white fantasy of the ruins. A hawk flew shrieking from its nest, then there was silence. No—wait—another yell, ringing down the star ways, a dark streak across the moon’s face. “Hai-ah!” Jorun recognized the joyful shout of young Cluthe, rushing through heaven like a demon on a broomstick, and scowled in annoyance. He didn’t want to be bothered now. Jorun was little older than Cluthe—a few centuries at most—but he came of a melancholy folk; he had been born old. Another form pursued the first. As they neared, Jorun recognized Taliuvenna’s supple outline. Those two had been teamed up for one of the African districts, but— They sensed him and came wildly out of the sky to perch on the balcony railing and swing their legs above the heights. “How're you?” asked Cluthe. His lean face laughed in the moonlight. “Whoo-oo, what a flight!” “l’m all right,” said Jorun. “You through in your sector?” “Uh-huh. So we thought we’d just duck over and look In here. Last chance anyone’'ll ever have to do some sightseeing on Earth.” Taliuvenna’s full lips drooped a bit as she looked over the ruins. She came from Yunith, one of the few planets where they still kept cities, and was as much a child of their Soaring arrogance as Jorun of his hills and tundras and great empty seas. “| thought it would be bigger,” she said. “Well, they were building this fifty or sixty thousand years ago,” said Cluthe. “Can’t expect too much.” “There is good art left here,” said Jorun. “Pieces which for One reason or another weren’t carried off. But you have to look around for it.” “I’ve seen a lot of it already, in museums,” said Taliuvenna. “Not bad.” “C'mon, Tally,” cried Cluthe. He touched her shoulder and Sprang into the air. “Tag! You're it!” CORniclooo SS CO