[…] those higher Ranks of Men, are but Trustees of Heaven, for the Benefit of lesser Mortals, who, as Minors, are entituled to all their Care and Provision:

No fucking way.

Farthest from the dim red dwarf Ondeste, the ice dwarf Maisuth has attracted no interest beyond a cursory flyby by automated probe in 1874. No significant resources were noted.

Bony rocks jut up from the water, forming a haphazard, leapful path, a path that looks like a twisted spine, to the bluff on the other side.