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Because
the
atmosphere
was
so
thin
and
because
there
was
no
moon
,
nightfall
was
very
rapid
and
it
was
by
now
very
dark
.
Because
of
this
,
Arthur
practically
walked
into
the
old
man
before
he
noticed
him
.
He
was
standing
with
his
back
to
Arthur
watching
the
very
last
glimmers
of
light
sink
into
blackness
behind
the
horizon
.
He
was
tallish
,
elderly
and
dressed
in
a
single
long
grey
robe
.
When
he
turned
his
face
was
thin
and
distinguished
,
careworn
but
not
unkind
,
the
sort
of
face
you
would
happily
bank
with
.
But
he
did
n't
turn
yet
,
not
even
to
react
to
Arthur
's
yelp
of
surprise
.
Eventually
the
last
rays
of
the
sun
had
vanished
completely
,
and
he
turned
.
His
face
was
still
illuminated
from
somewhere
,
and
when
Arthur
looked
for
the
source
of
the
light
he
saw
that
a
few
yards
away
stood
a
small
craft
of
some
kind
--
a
small
hovercraft
,
Arthur
guessed
.
It
shed
a
dim
pool
of
light
around
it
.
The
man
looked
at
Arthur
,
sadly
it
seemed
.
"
You
choose
a
cold
night
to
visit
our
dead
planet
,
"
he
said
.
"
Who
...
who
are
you
?
"
stammered
Arthur
.
The
man
looked
away
.
Again
a
kind
of
sadness
seemed
to
cross
his
face
.
"
My
name
is
not
important
,
"
he
said
.
He
seemed
to
have
something
on
his
mind
.
Conversation
was
clearly
something
he
felt
he
did
n't
have
to
rush
at
.
Arthur
felt
awkward
.
"
I
...
er
...
you
startled
me
...
"
he
said
,
lamely
.
