Chapter 1Like some great silver-pink fish, the ship sang on through the eternalnight. There was no impression of swimming; the fish shape had neitherfins nor a tail. It was as though it were hovering in wait for a member ofsome smaller species to swoop suddenly down from nowhere, so that it,in turn, could pounce and kill.But still it moved and sang. Only a being who was thoroughly familiar with the type could havetold that this particular fish was dying.