heard nothing.
'You know me, Madam Ivanovna. You know who I am. Why have you sought me out?'
'First, I use the name Ivanovna because it is exotic, foreign. It will soon be fashionable to have a Russian name in psychic matters. It helps belief when you found a society. But you may know my use-name. It is Zena Iztar.'
I knew about use-names. My comrade Inch from Ng’groga was called Inch; his real name was different, secret, something, I then thought, he would share with no one.
'You are from Kregen?'
'Well, yes and no.'
The blood in my head pained. I thumped the table. 'Damn it!' I burst out. 'You’ll pardon my manner, Madam Ivanovna, or Madam Zena Iztar, but, by Zair! I wish you’d-' She smiled.
That smile could have launched a million ships.
'Yes, Pur Dray.'
I felt numb.
'You call me Pur Dray,' I whispered. I swallowed. 'You must know I hold only being a Krozair of Zy as of importance. Tell me, Madam Zena Iztar, tell me, for the sweet sake of Zair!' She placed both white hands on the table. Her fingers were long and slender and white, as they should be, and she wore no rings. She wore no jewelry of any kind that I could see.
'Now,' she said, and her voice in its hard practicality made me sit up. 'The Savanti have set their hands to the work they consider proper for Kregen, for they are of that world and are a last faint remnant of a once mighty race. You have heard of them as the Sunset People or the Sunrise People. The Savanti have at heart the well-being of apims, Homo sapiens like yourself. As for the Star Lords, their plans are different, wider and more universe- embracing, and I shall tell you only that you will have to make a choice one day, and the choice will be the hardest thing you have ever done.'
'Put me back on Kregen and I will choose!'
'Oh, yes, Pur Dray! You would promise anything now, just to return. I know.'
'Can you-?'
Her look made me hold my foolish tongue.
'Am I not here? Do you require any other proof?'
'No, I meant only-'
'You have always been reckless, foolhardy, as that brash bird the Gdoinye says, an onker of onkers.' How it warmed my heart to hear the brave Kregish words, here in London, even if they were insults!
'Now,' she went on, in that firm mellow voice. 'If you will cast your mind back to your arrival in the inner sea at the Akhram, when you struggled to remain on Kregen?'
'Yes. They were going to banish me back to Earth, but I fought them and so returned-'
'That was a compromise. The Star Lords and the Savanti had different purposes, as the Gdoinye and the white dove of the Savanti showed. So you went to Magdag, along the Grodnim green northern shore. You became a Krozair of Zy, a fanatical believer in Zair, the red sun deity of Zim, and an opponent of Grodno, the green sun deity of Genodras; that was our doing.'
'Your doing? Who-?'
Again she smiled and lifted one slender finger. I stopped.
'All in good time. The Star Lords have other instruments, as have the Savanti. They were not pleased. But there are checks and balances, and you lived. Mortal men may see only so far. It is a wearisome burden to see further. One day, I believe, you will be called on to see and to make your choice, and you will feel an outcast, a pariah, a traitor. Yet think back to this day and remember.' I could bottle up my screaming fears and questions no longer. This talk of the mysterious destiny of Kregen and the shadowy desires of powerful superhuman beings was all very fine. But I was Dray Prescot, and there were torments tearing at me far and away more important than the fate of worlds. I said: 'You are from Kregen. You have great powers. Tell me, Madam Zena Iztar, what of-?' Her smile would have melted the blasphemous heart of a silver statue of Lem the Silver Leem.
'Fear not, Pur Dray. Your Chuktar Tom returned in good time. Your Delia and your son, Drak, live.'
'Thank Zair!' I could say no more for a while, just put a hand to my face, and so we sat in silence. Then, quietly, she said, 'Yes. Yes, you should thank Zair.' Slowly I looked up at her.
'Your son is a great man now. And your daughter has already refused five offers of marriage.'
'Good God!' I said, dumbfounded.
'Time passes on Kregen as on this Earth, although not necessarily at the same rates, as you know. Reckoning in Earthly years, you left-' As she said
At this I groaned. Aye, I, Dray Prescot, groaned. Thirty-two! Incredible and impossible and yet true. What years I had missed! As for Lela, in a life span of two hundred years or so, a maiden of thirty-two had no fears of the future or of being left on the shelf. I also knew this would make Segnik and Velia both twenty-one. My Delia had been twenty-one when we had first met, although it is a curious fact that on Kregen people appear to put little store by their ages or their birthdays. As to the latter, that is easily understood, I suppose, given the forty-year cycle, the absence of definite terrestrial years and the confusing mass of temporal measurements by the different moons. I became aware of Madam Zena Iztar looking at me with a quizzical gaze, almost a look of mockery.
'And you will send me back, Madam Iztar, now?'
'I stand here in a merely consultative capacity. You have been causing trouble and there is work for you to do. When the time comes you will know what the work is. To tell you now would invalidate your integrity.' I guessed she spoke in these terms to conceal a blunter meaning.
'Eighteen years!' I said. If the words came out of my mouth as a plea, I do not think I can be blamed.
'The Savanti are a mere rump of a once proud people. They may well find a use for you yet, despite your flouting of their principles. As for the Star Lords, certain events on Kregen have not turned out as they expected-'
'So they cannot see the future?'
'Oh, they can riddle a future or two, but the trick is guessing which one will eventuate. They will use you again, Pur Dray, I am quite sure.'
'And can I resist them?'
'You must try, if that is your wish. Your will may then receive help from. .' Here she paused and smoothed her cloak reflectively so the black material shone in the lamps’ gleam. 'I can say that the Star Lords are only partially to blame for some of your misfortunes; they are not omnipotent on Kregen -
who is? — and intense effort of the will may deflect their hold.'
'And you will tell me nothing more of their purposes?'
'There are many clues if you open your eyes.' She spoke with an edge of testiness, very bracing. 'But I will tell you no more. For one thing, even the Star Lords are divided among themselves. For another, to tell you what they think they plan to do will quite evidently, given their nature, cause them to do something else.'
'Out of spite? The Star Lords. . out of spite?'
'Not out of spite, you onker!'
Then it was my turn to smile. How familiar that was!
She looked around my room at the few belongings I had collected. 'I must wake these poor famblys. Your Doctor Quinney proved a fine ponsho, Pur Dray.'
I had the grace to nod my head without speaking.
'Now you have this tiresome business over the duel. After that — who knows? Even Grodno may play a part; stranger things than that have happened.'
Chancing a venture that might prove disastrous, for I saw she was arranging her cloak and gown and preparing to wake up my guests, I said, 'And Lem the Silver Leem? Do you. .?' She flashed those large brown eyes at me, very fierce and commanding. 'If you obliterate Lem completely,' and she said it with a fair old temper, I can tell you, 'Then you would do well in the eyes of the people of Kregen — and of Earth.'
Before I could ask what she meant by that last alarming statement Doctor Quinney was starting forward, grinning, and the others were moving about and buzzing with the arrival of this formidable Madam Ivanovna in our
