Canatha

 was a city that Bernice Summerfield tried to find once. It was a realm of welcoming fires and grand feasts open to only the greatest warriors of the Brantyran. Should these warriors have proven themselves to be peerless among the planet's armies, and should they own the finest weapons, the doors of Canatha would be open to them. They would gladly leave this world for the halls of Canatha, and there they would wait until the war so great came that all the mightiest soldiers and most destructive weapons would be returned to smite Brantyr's foes. Of course, the Brantyran's pride in their unbeatable army in the sky was misplaced. Where was this army when the planet was laid waste by the vicious incendiary devices and countless geomorphic foot soldiers wielded by the dreadful spacefleets of Karthos, in the neighbouring system? Brantyr was destroyed, and the myth fell into obscurity. (PROSE: A la Recherche du Temps Perdu)