midday
Below them lay the cultivated fields , and one after another they passed over the strange towers of Moak and Nolach and the other kings of the swarms that inhabited this weird and terrible land . Within each enclosure surrounding the towers grovelled the rykors , repellent , headless things , beautiful yet hideous . `` A lesson , those , '' remarked Gahan , indicating the rykors in an enclosure above which they were drifting at the time , `` to that fortunately small minority of our race which worships the flesh and makes a god of appetite . You know them , Tara of Helium ; they can tell you exactly what they had at the midday meal two weeks ago , and how the loin of the thoat should be prepared , and what drink should be served with the rump of the zitidar . '' Tara of Helium laughed . `` But not one of them could tell you the name of the man whose painting took the Jeddak 's Award in The Temple of Beauty this year , '' she said . `` Like the rykors , their development has not been balanced . ''