Dynamon grinned. "We came in a Cosmos Carrier," he said easily. "And to us, it seems even more strange and more wonderful that we find humans already on Saturn."
A shy answering smile came over the woman's beautiful face.
"We have been here hundreds of years," she replied in the same slow accents. "But come inside the Palace and we will talk."
She turned with an inviting look and the two adventurers from Earth followed her through a passageway lined with the, by now, familiar luminous rocks. They came out in a fairly large, high-ceilinged room, in the center of which was a sort of table made out of a long, trimmed slab of rock. At one end of this table was a high-back chair made of woven reeds. The woman walked over to the chair and sitting down in it, indicated stools on either side of her.
"Sit down," she said, "and tell me more about yourselves."
"Thank you," Dynamon answered, and turning to his companion said, "It's warm in here, I think we might take off these cloaks."
Keltry nodded, and putting her hand to the throat fastening, zipped it downward. Dynamon did likewise and the two stepped out of their cloaks. There was a sudden scream from the beautiful little woman, and her hands flew up in front of her eyes.
"What are you doing?" she squealed. "Why you're—you're practically naked! You're positively immodest!"
Keltry threw a startled glance at Dynamon's long, brown legs.
"Why, not at all," she said quietly. "We are dressed like everyone else on Earth at the present time. Modesty with us, nowadays, is something much more important than lengths of cloth."