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The senator was waiting when Blake came back to the big room with the fire. He was sitting in a chair and on the arm of it perched a dark-haired woman.

'Well, said the senator, 'here you are, young man. You told me your name, but I am afraid that it slipped my mind.

'The name is Andrew Blake.

'I'm sorry, said the senator. 'My mind does not seem to have the retentive power that it once commanded. This is my daughter, Elaine, and I am Chandler Horton. No doubt, from the yammering of that fool outside, you gathered that I'm a senator.

'I am honoured, senator, said Blake, 'and, Miss Elaine, very pleased to meet you.

'Blake? said the girl. 'I have heard the name somewhere. Very recently. Tell me, what are you famous for?

'Why, not a thing, said Blake.

'But it was in all the papers. And you were on dimensino — the live, news part of it. Now I know! You are the man who came back from the stars…

'You don't say, said the senator, heaving himself from the chair. 'How very interesting. Mr Blake, that chair over there is very comfortable. Place of honour, you might say. Next to the fire and all.

'Daddy, Elaine said to Blake, 'has a tendency to wax baronial, or maybe country-squirish, when company drops in. You must never mind him.

'The senator, said Blake, 'is a very gracious host.

The senator picked up a decanter and reached for glasses. 'You'll recall, he said, 'that I promised you some brandy.

'And, said Elaine: 'be careful that you praise it. Even if it gags you. The senator prides himself as a judge of brandy. And if, a little later, you would like some coffee, we can have that, too. I punched the autochef…

'The chef act up again? asked the senator.

Elaine shook her head. 'Not especially. Got the coffee, just the way I asked — plus fried eggs and bacon.

She looked at Blake. 'Want some eggs and bacon? I think they are still warm.

He shook his head. 'No, thank you very much.

'The contraption, said the senator, 'has been on the fritz for years. One spell, no matter what you dialled, it served up roast beef, rare.

He handed around the glasses and sat down in his chair. 'That's why I like this place, he said. 'Uncomplicated domicile. It was built three hundred years ago by a man who cared for dignity and had a certain ecological sense that made him build it of native limestone and the timber that grew upon the tract. He did not impose his house upon the habitat; he made it part of it. And, except for the autochef, it has not a single gadget.

'We're old-fashioned, said Elaine. 'I have always felt that living in a place like this was akin — well, say, to taking up one's residence in a sod shanty in the twentieth century.

'Nevertheless, said Blake, 'it has a certain charm. And a sense of security and solidity.

'You are right, it has, said the senator. 'Listen to that wind trying to get in. Listen to that rain.

He swirled the brandy in his glass.

'It doesn't fly, of course, he said, 'and, it won't talk to you. But who wants a house to fly and…

'Daddy! said Elaine.

'You must excuse me, sir, said the senator. 'I have my enthusiasms and I like to talk about them and sometimes I let them run away with me — and there are times, I would suspect, when I have bad manners. My daughter said something about seeing you on dimensino.

'Of course, Daddy, said Elaine. 'You never pay attention. You're so wrapped up in the bioengineering hearings that you don't pay attention.

'But, my dear, said the senator, 'the hearings are important. The human race must decide before too long what to do with all these planets we are finding. And I tell you that terraforming them is the solution of a lunatic. Think of all the time that it will take and the money that it will swallow up.

'By the way, said Elaine, 'I forgot. Mother phoned. She won't be home tonight. She heard about the storm and is staying in New York.

The senator grunted. 'Fine. Bad night for travelling. How was London? Did she say?

'She enjoyed the performance.

'Music hail, the senator explained to Blake. 'Revival of an ancient entertainment form. Very primitive, I understand. My wife is taken with it. She is an arty person.

'What a horrible thing to say, said Elaine.

'Not at all, said the senator. 'It's the truth. But to get back to this business of bioengineering. Perhaps, Mr. Blake, you have some opinions."

'No, said Blake, 'I can't say that I have. I find myself somewhat out of touch.

'Out of touch? Oh, yes, I suppose you would be. This business of the stars. I recall the story now. Encapsulated, as I remember it, and found by some asteroid miners. What system was it, now?

'Out in the Antares neighbourhood. A small star — just a number, not a name. But I remember none of that. They waited to revive me until I was brought to Washington.

'And you remember nothing?

'Not a thing. said Blake. 'My life began, so far as I'm concerned, less than a month ago. I don't know who I am or…

'But you have a name.

'A mere convenience, said Blake. 'One that I picked out. John Smith would have done as well. It seems a man must have a name.

'But, as I recall it, you had background knowledge.

'Yes' — and that is a strange thing. A knowledge of the earth and of its people and of its ways, but in many ways hopelessly outdated. I am astounded continually. I stumble into customs and beliefs and words that are unfamiliar to me.

Elaine said, quietly, 'You don't need to talk about it. We hadn't meant to pry.

'I don't mind, Blake told her. 'I've accepted the situation. It's a strange position to be in, but some day I may know. It may come back to me — who I am and where I came from and when. And what happened out there. At the moment, as you may understand. I am considerably confused. Everyone, however, has been considerate. I was given a house to live in. And I've not been bothered. It's in a little village…

'This village? asked the senator. 'Nearby, I presume.

'I don't actually know, said Blake. 'Something funny happened to me. I don't know where I am. The village is called Middleton.

'That's just down the valley, said the senator. 'Not five miles from here. It would seem that we are neighbours.

'I went out after dinner, Blake told them. 'I was on the patio, looking towards the mountains. A storm was coming up. Big black clouds and lightning, but still a good way off. And then, suddenly, I was on the hill across the creek from this place and the rain was coming down and I was soaked…

He stopped and set down his brandy glass, carefully, on the hearth. He stared from one to the other of them.

'That's the way it was, he said. 'I know that it sounds wild.

'It sounds impossible, said the senator.

'I am sure it does, said Blake. 'And there was not only space, but time, as well, involved. Not only did I find myself some miles away from where I had been standing, but it was night and when I stepped out on the patio dusk had just begun to fall.

'I am sorry, said the senator, 'that the stupid guard threw the light on you. Finding yourself here must have been shock enough. I don't ask for guards. I don't even want them. But Geneva insists that all senators must be guarded. I don't know exactly why. There is no one, I am sure, thirsting for our blood. Finally, after many years, Earth is at least part-way civilized.

'There is this bioengineering business, said Elaine. 'Feelings do run high.

'Nothing is involved, said the senator, 'except a determination of policy. There is no reason…

'But there is, she said. 'All the Bible Belt fanatics, all the arch conservatives, all the prissy conventionists are dead set against it.

She turned towards Blake. 'Wouldn't you know, she said, 'that the senator, who lives in a house built three hundred years ago and brags about there being not a single gadget in it…