Near here. The Mare Imbrium.
As though to answer my lie, from down on the Earthlit plains, some ten miles or so from the crater base, a tiny signal light shot up. Anita saw it and gripped me.
"There is Miko's light!"
It spelled in Martian, Come down. Land Mare Imbrium.
Miko had seen the signaling up here and had joined it! He repeated, Land Mare Imbrium.
I flashed a protest up to the ship: Beware. That is Grantline! Trickery.
From the ship the summons came, Come up.
We had won this first encounter! Miko must have realized his disadvantage. His distant light went out.
There was no retreat now. But again I seemed to feel in the pressure of her hand that vague farewell. Her voice whispered, "We must do our best, act our best to be convincing."