For decades, as the space race made heroes out of lantern-jawed astronauts, the stories of those women went largely untold.

He turned to the lantern-jawed, leather-faced middle-aged man lying in the bed next to Dunbar’s jerked his thumb over his shoulder and said “Screw.”

He clattered up the steps, threw open the door . . . and came face-to-face with a tall, lantern-jawed man in black breastplate and gold cloak.