Andro, First Liaison Officer of the Third Planet, floated homeward with his wife's "present" beside him. His boat, pulled by an underwater sunburst of luminous fish, befitted a man of importance, a man of prestige and position. He glided past the milk-glass city where the old ones rocked and crooned before memory pools, where sticky huddles of children listened to the lyre-flowers, and where the glances of silver-eyed men and women examined, and met—and held fast. He drifted to his home on the l