They had climbed up over the brow of a small hill and were now dropping down. At the bottom of the hill the houses clumped together, sparsely at first, then more and more of them, so that the whole valley was filled with buildings, and more buildings hugged the far slopes.
"There are so many of them," Trina whispered.
"Oh, no, Trina. This is just a small town."
"But the people—all those people...."
They crowded the streets, watching the cars come in, looking with open curiosity at their alien visitors. Faces, a thousand faces, all different and yet somehow all alike, blended together into a great anonymous mass.
"There aren't half that many people on the whole world," Trina said.
Saari smiled. "Just wait till you see the city."
Trina shook her head and looked up at Max. He was smiling out at the town, nodding to some men he apparently knew, with nothing but eagerness in his face. He seemed a stranger. She looked around for Curt Elias, but he was in one of the other cars cut off from them by the crowd. She couldn't see him at all.
"Don't you like it?" Saari said.
"I liked it better where we landed."