"The Ring Council is dull! Sorry I wasn’t here to meet you." He signaled the servo. "What are you drinking? Fantastic chasm, the Marineris, isn’t it? Even the tributaries are the size of the Grand Canyon in Arizona." He pointed past Lindsay’s shoulder at a gap between towering canyon walls, where icy winds kicked up thin puffs of ocher dust. "Imagine a cataract there, pealing out in a thunderband of rainbows! A sight to stir the soul to the roots of its complexity."