"No!" Samel caught his arm. He was looking up, at the broken Ship on
the cliff-top, and he was trembling. "Wait," he whispered. "I want to
know this, to keep it."
Kirk followed his rapt stare. The Ship, brooding over the plain,
dominant even in death. The Ship that had brought them, Officers and
Hans, in some strange forgotten way from some forgotten place, and died
in the bringing. The Ship, Untouchable....
Kirk shivered, violently. His heartbeats choked him. And then Samel was
speaking, no louder than a whisper, to the night and the Ship.
"We came from the sky, following, hunting. It had power and gold in its
belly, and they kept us from it. They kept us Outside, away from the
Ship, and we starved and froze and waited. And now we're going in." He
caught his breath between his teeth and shuddered. "And now we're going
in!"