[The change is instant. Hornblower, dressed in his uniform sans hat, salutes and finishes crossing the way to the other man. He takes off his coat almost instantly, offering it forward.
He salutes again, though.]
Luceti, sir. Population varies between two and three hundred on average, sir. Strange mix of technologies and... of time periods. Which I scarcely believed myself when I arrived.
There ought to be-- [ah! there! He picks up a small book in the sand.] This Journal, sir. It... it's like a kind of letter. Instantly seen, when you write in it, to the other inhabitants.
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[The change is instant. Hornblower, dressed in his uniform sans hat, salutes and finishes crossing the way to the other man. He takes off his coat almost instantly, offering it forward.
He salutes again, though.]
Luceti, sir. Population varies between two and three hundred on average, sir. Strange mix of technologies and... of time periods. Which I scarcely believed myself when I arrived.
There ought to be-- [ah! there! He picks up a small book in the sand.] This Journal, sir. It... it's like a kind of letter. Instantly seen, when you write in it, to the other inhabitants.
[...He knows, he knows. This is crazy.]