Nahuatl's larger moon pursued the smaller, greenish globe of its
companion across a cloudless sky in which the stars made a speckled
pattern like the scales of a huge serpent coiled around a black
bowl. Ras Hume paused at the border of scented spike-flowers on the
top terrace of the Pleasure House to wonder why he thought of
serpents. He understood. Mankind's age-old hatred, brought from his
native planet to the distant stars, was evil symbolized by a coil
in a twisted, belly-path across the ground. And on Nahuatl, as well
as a dozen other worlds, Wass was the serpent. A night wind was
rising, stirring the exotic, half-dozen other worlds' foliage
planted cunningly on the terrace to simulate the mystery of an
off-world jungle.
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