He wore a suit of rather rusty mail that reached almost to his knees, and heavy leather boots below them.A flimsy coat of bluish stuff helped keep the sun off the mail.
When they were back where they had begun, Atvar ran out a bifurcated tongue.The biped wore a strip of cloth round its midsection and carried a bow and several stone-tipped arrows. A curved iron sword hung from a leather belt at its waist.Beside it stood a brown-furred riding animal with a long neck and a hump on its back.“Show me the picture sequence from the probe once more.” “It shall be done.” Kirel poked delicately at the projector controls.Tosev 3 vanished, to be replaced by a typical inhabitant: a biped with a red-brown skin, rather taller than a typical male of the Race. Another took its place, this one swaddled from head to foot in robes of dirty grayish tan.
A blue and gray and white sphere sprang into being, a perfect representation of a life-bearing world floating in space.