noon
Halfway through the giddiness , a new direction would wrench us and we would be thrust elsewhere , and look out into a new street . One instant I smelled hot coffee from the spaceport cafe near the Kharsa . An instant later it was blinding noon , with crimson fronds waving above us and a dazzle of water . We flicked in and out of the salty air of Shainsa , glimpsed flowers on a Daillon street , moonlight , noon , red twilight flickered and went , shot through with the terrible giddiness of hyperspace . Then suddenly I caught a second glimpse of the bridge and the pylon ; a moment 's oversight had landed us for an instant in Charin . The blackness started to reel down , but my reflexes are fast and I made one swift , scrabbling step forward . We lurched , sprawled , locked together , on the stones of the Bridge of Summer Snows .