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[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Planet Stories Fall 1949. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] In the last hours the star ahead had grown brighter by many magnitudes, and had changed its color from a dazzling blue through white to the normal yellow, of a GO sun. But now unwonted excitement possessed the hundred-odd members of the Quest III's crew. The grownups talked in low voices, in tones of mingled eagerness and apprehension, of what might lie at the long journey's end. The great chamber, a full cross-section of the vessel, had been at first a fuel hold. Zost Relyul has identified it—no more." He said, with a touch of tolerant amusement, "What did you think might have happened to Earth? After all, it's only been nine hundred years." It won't be the same world we left, the world we knew and fitted in...." He had already set up on the calculator a course that would carry them to Earth. And we don't know what changes have taken place on Earth. From his private office-cabin, he sent a message to Chief Astronomer Zost Relyul to notify him as soon as Earth's surface features became clear; then he sat idle, alone with his thoughts. The ship's automatic mechanisms had scant need of tending; Knof Llud found himself wishing that he could find some back-breaking task for everyone on board, himself included, to fill up the hours that remained. There were about three dozen film spools there—his personal memoirs of the great expedition, a segment of his life and of history. He might add that to the ship's official log and its collections of scientific data, as a report to whatever powers might be on Earth now—if such powers were still interested. It was one he had made shortly after leaving Procyon, end of the first leg of the trip. "One light-day out from Procyon, the thirty-third day by ship's time since leaving Earth. "Our visit to Procyon drew a blank. "Our hopes were dashed—and I think all of us, even remembering the Centaurus Expedition's failure, hoped more than we cared to admit. If Procyon had possessed a habitable planet, we could have returned after an absence of not much over twenty years Earth time. We go on to Capella; its spectrum, so like our own Sun's, beckons.
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