 How did the Mercurians adjust to the heat?
Only the native waiters, the enigmatic, yellow-eyed Mercurians, seemed unaffected by the heat. The revolution is scheduled to break during the Festival of the Rains. Jaro Moynahan wiped the sweat from his forehead with a fine duraweb handkerchief. The Mercurians worship him. Jaro Moynahan refilled their empty glasses. "Ah," said Jaro Moynahan; "so that's the way it is." One moment the garden was glowing in light, the next the hot black night swooped down on the revelers, pressing against their eyes like dark wool. On the hot, teeming planet of Mercury it was as refreshing as a cold plunge. These yellow-eyed Mercurians could see as well in the dark as any alley-prowling cat. For centuries they had lived most their lives beneath ground to escape the terrible rays of the sun. Only at night did they emerge to work their fields and ply their trades. If the girl had been abducted, only Mercurians could have engineered it in the dark; and the Mercurians were a clannish lot. By stretching out his arms he could touch the buildings on either side: buildings with walls four feet thick to keep out the heat of the sun. They were never visible, but to his trained ears there came stealthy, revealing noises: the brush of cloth against the baked earth walls, the sly shuffle of a step. Jaro Moynahan In the East a sullen red glow stained the heavens like the reflection of a fire. The Mercurian dawn was about to break.
 They mostly lived under the ground.
 Their yellow eyes filtered the sun’s rays.  They mostly lived under the ground.  Their skin kept them cool.  They would sweat to cool off.