“Not without the headlights.”
“Our eyes differ,” said Tanub. He bent toward Orne, peered. The vertical slit pupils of his eyes expanded, contracted. “You are the same as the ... others.”
“Oh, on the Delphinus?”
Pause. “Yes.”
Presently, a greater gloom came over the jungle, bringing a sudden stillness to the wild life. There was a chittering commotion from the natives in the trees around the sled. Tanub shifted behind Orne.
“We may go now,” he said. “Slowly ... to stay behind my ... scouts.”
“Right.” Orne eased the sled forward around an obstructing root.
Silence while they crawled ahead. Around them shapes flung themselves from vine to vine.
“I admired your city from the air,” said Orne. “It is very beautiful.”