Foundation and Earth - Isaac Asimov [156]
Trevize said, “And then zoom to the other side and do the same there. Or just let the planet turn once. —That’s hindsight, Janov. Who would expect to approach a habitable planet without stopping at a station and being given a path—or being excluded? And if one went under the cloud layer without stopping at a station, who would expect not to find land almost at once? Habitable planets are—land!”
“Surely not all land,” said Pelorat.
“I’m not talking about that,” said Trevize, in sudden excitement. “I’m saying we’ve found land! Quiet!”
Then, with a restraint that did not succeed in hiding his excitement, Trevize placed his hands on the desk and became part of the computer. He said, “It’s an island about two hundred and fifty kilometers long and sixty-five kilometers wide, more or less. Perhaps fifteen thousand square kilometers in area or thereabout. Not large, but respectable. More than a dot on the map. Wait—”
The lights in the pilot-room dimmed and went out.
“What are we doing?” said Pelorat, automatically whispering as though darkness were something fragile that must not be shattered.
“Waiting for our eyes to undergo dark-adaptation. The ship is hovering over the island. Just watch. Do you see anything?”
“No—Little specks of light, maybe. I’m not sure.”
“I see them, too. Now I’ll throw in the telescopic lens.”
And there was light! Clearly visible. Irregular patches of it.
“It’s inhabited,” said Trevize. “It may be the only inhabited portion of the planet.”
“What do we do?”
“We wait for daytime. That gives us a few hours in which we can rest.”
“Might they not attack us?”
“With what? I detect almost no radiation except visible light and infrared. It’s inhabited and the inhabitants are clearly intelligent. They have a technology, but obviously a preelectronic one, so I don’t think there’s anything to worry about up here. If I should be wrong, the computer will warn me in plenty of time.”
“And once daylight comes?”
“We’ll land, of course.”
75.
THEY CAME DOWN WHEN THE FIRST RAYS OF THE morning sun shone through a break in the clouds to reveal part of the island—freshly green, with its interior marked by a line of low, rolling hills stretching into the purplish distance.
As they dropped closer, they could see isolated copses of trees and occasional orchards, but for the most part there were well-kept farms. Immediately below them, on the southeastern shore of the island was a silvery beach backed by a broken line of boulders, and beyond it was a stretch of lawn. They caught a glimpse of an occasional house, but these did not cluster into anything like a town.
Eventually, they made out a dim network of roads, sparsely lined by dwelling places, and then, in the cool morning air, they spied an air-car in the far distance. They could only tell it was an air-car, and not a bird, by the manner of its maneuvering. It was the first indubitable sign of intelligent life in action they had yet seen on the planet.
“It could be an automated vehicle, if they could manage that without electronics,” said Trevize.
Bliss said, “It might well be. It seems to me that if there were a human being at the controls, it would be heading for us. We must be quite a sight—a vehicle sinking downward without the use of braking jets of rocket fire.”
“A strange sight on any planet,” said Trevize thoughtfully. “There can’t be many worlds that have ever witnessed the descent of a gravitic space-vessel. —The beach would make a fine landing place, but if the winds blow I don’t want the ship inundated. I’ll make for the stretch of grass on the other side of the boulders.”
“At least,” said Pelorat, “a gravitic ship won’t scorch private property in descending.”
Down they came gently on the four broad pads that had moved slowly outward during the last stage. These pressed down into the soil under the weight of the ship.
Pelorat said, “I’m afraid we’ll leave marks, though.