The Glow of Zarathustra

Victor Kellogg was working in his office on Frontier Planet Zarathustra. The big glow of the planet had been built for him, supported six feet from the floor by its own Controgravity Unit. Darius, the inner moon, where the terror of Baldur-Marduk's space lines had their least terminal, was almost directly over. And the other moon, Xerxes, was edging in the same. Alpha-consonant had moved slowly to the right with the little speck that represented Mallory's poor twinkling in the orange light. Victor blanked the screen, leaning back in his chair and began laughing.