through Tara's halls…'

'Exactly. Thomas Moore. An Irish poet. And no one got it!' Professor Giles smiled sadly. 'Of course, this isn't literary scholarship, because neither Willis nor Stormcock matters. It's a form of Trivial Pursuit. All the same, it was well noted on your part. But it does not give you the identity of the author.'

'Oh, no?' said Marion sweetly. 'How about this? The main character is Selig Stone. Selig is Giles spelled backwards, and that comment you just made about 'reverse alchemy' is the punchline from the review of the novel in a fifties fanzine called Grue. Now don't try to tell me all that is a coincidence, or you'll find yourself in Locus so fast it'll make your head spin!'

He groaned. 'Oh, please! Not that!'

'We thought you were dead,' said Marion. 'We weren't even sure you existed. Why all the secrecy?'

Erik Giles smiled sadly. 'I grew up.'

Chapter 2

Just like a Daugherty project, except that it will actually happen…

– FRANCIS TOWNER LANEY An expression of anticipation in Fifth Fandom

'I'm very glad you're here, Jay,' Erik Giles was saying. 'Actually, I need your help.'

Jay Omega immediately looked around for a broken radio or a new-looking computer. That's what people usually meant when they said they needed his help, but he saw no evidence of electronic disasters in the English professor's office.

'Your help and Marion's, actually,' the professor amended.

Then it definitely wasn't auto repair. Jay waited for enlightenment.

'There's a journey I need to make, and I'd like the two of you to go with me. You may have heard about my heart attack last year.' He smiled at Jay's expression of concern, but signaled him not to interrupt. 'No, I'm fine. I've lost a few pounds since last spring, and my blood pressure has improved somewhat. I'm not going to keel over on you. Anyway, I've received an interesting invitation, and because of my health and for other reasons, I don't particularly want to go alone. Actually, I don't want to go at all, but I believe I should, and I thought it was something that the two of you might be interested in.'

Jay sighed. 'Where is Worldcon this year?'

Professor Giles smiled. 'It isn't that. And it isn't the MLA, either, which is just Worldcon hosted by Chaucer scholars.' He looked intently at Jay Omega. 'You do know who I am?'

Jay understood at once that Erik Giles was referring to his literary past as C. A. Stormcock, and since he seemed to expect an affirmative response, Jay decided to admit that he did. 'Marion mentioned it to me a while back,' he said.

'Yes, I thought so. Restraint is not one of Marion's virtues.' Giles grinned at his colleague's unease. 'And what was your reaction?'

'To the fact that you passed up fame? Well, I suppose I thought that it was a little strange. I mean, so many people seem to want to be famous writers, and science fiction is such a cult anyway, that it seemed odd for anybody who got mixed up in it in the first place to just walk away from an achievement like yours.'

Professor Giles smiled sadly. 'In a kingdom of the blind, the one-eyed man is king. When Marion found out who I was, she asked me the same thing, and I told her I grew up. It wasn't much of an explanation, but it was true. As time went on, I began to be less enchanted with my accomplishments. To give you one small example-I learned that almost any reasonably clever person can make puns. The truly intelligent person refrains from doing so.'

Jay couldn't for the life of him make puns, but he decided not to argue the point. He was still wondering about the mysterious invitation, but Erik Giles had launched into a one-sided discussion of philosophy-probably a holdover from his days in science fiction.

'I am one of those unfortunate people who cannot appreciate a compliment unless I respect the person giving it,' he said, with the air of someone who has given the subject much thought. 'A great many people liked my book-but what else had they read? I felt hampered by their opinions and their expectations. There are a good many six-book critics in the genre.'

'Six-book-?'

'People who have read six books and think that it entitles them to be critics. The sort of person who doesn't recognize a pastiche of Lysistrata because he's unfamiliar with the original.'

Jay nodded. He had heard Marion say much the same thing, although at greater length and with considerably more venom.

'Anyhow, I got tired of being Gulliver. What I really wanted to do was to explore my potential as a writer.'

'And what are you writing now?' asked Jay uneasily, thinking of the New Age Cafe readings. He wondered if Erik Giles was churning out slices of monotony in the present tense.

'I'm not. I discovered I couldn't do literary fiction. I'd got out of the habit of being tedious. So I said the hell with it, and now I teach undergraduate courses and do a bit of scholarly research to keep the department happy. How about you? Burned out yet?'

Jay was saved from having to reply by the appearance of Marion, who still glittered from her recent bout of intellectual combat. Her dark hair was tucked behind her ears, and her reading glasses were balanced precariously on the top of her head. Clearly she was still in office mode. 'Somebody told me they'd seen you come in here,' she said, scowling.

'Good afternoon,' said Jay tentatively, in case she hadn't got all the rage out of her system.

Erik Giles was chuckling. 'Finished your conference?'

'It is a fortunate thing that electric pencil sharpeners are too small to accommodate the heads of sophomores,' Marion growled. 'Well, at least I set him straight on his chronology.'

'We heard,' said Jay.

Marion sighed. 'I know that tone of voice. You sound like someone making small talk with a hand grenade. I'm fine, really!' She managed a smile. 'What have you two been up to?'

'Erik was just telling me that he wants us to go somewhere with him.'

'Oh?' Marion looked interested. 'And where is that?'

'To dinner,' said Professor Giles quickly. 'This is going to be a long story, and I feel that I owe you both a steak just for listening to it.'

Marion sighed. 'I wish more authors felt that way.'

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