She was only a space captain's daughter--and
all she wanted was a human to call her own!
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Worlds of If Science Fiction, September 1963.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
Night was a diamond studded dream from where they sat. The moon was a
maiden on wing suggesting amorous flight. Inside the stuffiness of the
celluloid-like vehicle there was absolutely no hint of discomfort or
absurd misfittings--despite the fact that Threlkeld and his daughter
were now shaped out of all proportions to the conveyor itself.
"You seem unusually drawn," Threlkeld suggested from his prone position
on the floor of the craft.