For the Temple Only the third sun, Esprit, remained in the sky, its watery cool light lending a subtle blue cast to the cold land below. Soon that too would vanish, sending out pale white streaks across the darkening sky as it set. Swans feathers some called them. Night itself would be short, perhaps an hour or two, but it would be bitterly cold in the darkness. Already frost sparkled in the pale light, for Esprit alone gave very little warmth.