Carson of Venus

Everyone who has ever flown will recall the thrill of his first flight
over familiar terrain, viewing the old scenes from a new angle that
imparted a strangeness and a mystery to them as of a new world; but
always there was the comforting knowledge that the airport was not too
far away and that even in the event of a forced landing one would know
pretty well where he was and how to get home.

But that dawn that Duare and I took off from Havatoo to the
accompaniment of the staccato hum of Amtorian r...