Another image from the Galactic Tourists. Close to the end of their journey the remaining tourists arrive here:- ------------------------------------------------- From Posaminion they travelled to the red giant star known to its epsilon dominated population as Illowa, the Fire God in one of their ancient myths. There were four separate habitable planets in the system : to have so many around one star was something of a rarity. On the second planet a deltan colony had been established some two hundred standard years ago. With their gamman servants they tended the scent gardens of Nâm-Kitrool which were famous throughout the Confederacy. The deep red orb of Illowa filled half the sky. Quella sat on a granite rock next to Mr. Big Eye. Wide terraces covered in the thin wiry scrub of unta bushes and loopol stems descended in sculptured steps to the broad curves of the river Gyllu on which three black flat bottomed barges struggled slowly against the current, pulled by gamman rowers. No vehicle powered by a combustion engine was allowed within fifty kilometres of the garden border. The trace elements given off by the exhaust system would pollute the delicate air of the scent gardens. Gamman gardeners dressed in thin blue togas and white skull caps were scattered over the land. They dug round the bushes with their long claw like arms, weeding and mulching with a contemplative patience. All across the landscape, deltans were sprawled in orange and yellow splashes, like the droppings of some legendary gigantic and diseased bird. “There gardens are a supreme experience for any one of my race fortunate enough to be able to cope with the climate”, Mr. Big Eye said. “Not all of us can, you know. The uplands of Freya are cooler than Nâm-Kitrool. This relentless heat can be somewhat uncomfortable after a while.”