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128 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1968


"It's a thing too tall for my reason," Roadstrum slung out, "but I get the high excitement myself. We are pulled along at a great rate on our new course, but we will not let the doggie go! Onto it! Kill it! Skin it! Break it down! Devour it!"The context makes the quote even better. Roadstrum is a spaceforce captain returning home from a long campaign through a series of quasi-magical escapades. The "doggies" are a belt of asteroids that oneirically shift into a herd of spacecattle. Roadstrum and his crew wrangle them cowboy style as they weather something between a stampede and a meteor shower. So it's a "git along little doggie" doggie, not a "how much is that doggie in the window" doggie.
The Lay of Road-Storm from the ancient Chronicles
We give you here, Good Spheres and Cool-Boy Conicals,
And perils pinnacled and parts impossible
And every word of it the sworn-on Gosipel.
Lend ear while things incredible we bring about
And Spacemen dead and deathless yet we sing about:—
And some were weak and wan, and some were strong enough,
And some got home, but damn it took them long enough!
WILL THERE BE a mythology in the future, they used to ask, after all has become science? Will high deeds be told in epic, or only in computer code?
And after the questing spirit had gone into overdrive during the early Space Decades, after the great Captains had appeared, there did grow up a mythos through which to view the deeds. This myth filter was necessary. The ship logs could not tell it rightly nor could any flatfooted prose. And the deeds were too bright to be viewed direct. They could only be sung by a bard gone blind from viewing suns that were suns.