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The ancient janitor, nodding in the sun, admitted him to the house. The slender maidservant, barely nubile, ushered him into the inner chamber, where her mistress raised herself on one elbow and regarded her visitor through languid eyes. Frost addressed her,
"It is time to return, Estelle."
Her eyesbrows showed her surprise. "You speak a strange and barbarous tongue, old man, and yet, here is a mystery, for I know it. What do you wish of me?"
Frost spoke impatiently. "Estelle, I say it is time to return!"
"Return? What idle talk is this? Return where? And my name is Star-Light, not Ess Tell. Who are you, and from where do you come?" She searched his face, then pointed a slender finger at him. "I know you nowl You are out of my dreams. You were a Master and instructed me in the ancient wisdom."
"Estelle, do you remember a youth in those dreams?"
"That odd name again! Yes, there was a youth. He was sweet-sweet and straight and tall like pine on the mountain. I have dreamed of him often," She swung about with a flash of long white limbs. "What of this youth?"
"He waits for you. It is time to return."
"Return!-There is no return to the place of dreams!"
"I can lead you there."
"What blasphemy is this? Are you a priest, that you should practice magic? Why should a sacred courtesan go to the place of dreams?"
"There is no magic in it. He is heartsick at your loss. I will lead you back to him."
She hesitated, doubt in her eyes, then she replied, "Suppose you could; why should I leave my honorable sacred station for the cold nothingness of that dream?"
He answered her gently, "What does your heart tell you, Estelle?"
She stared at him, eyes wide, and seemed about to burst into tears. Then she flung herself across the couch, and showed him her back. A muffled voice answered him, "Be off with you! There is no youth, except in my dreams. I'll seek him there!"
She made no further reply to his importunities. Presently he ceased trying and left with a heavy heart.
Howard seized him by the arm as he returned. "Well, Professor? Well? Did you find her?"
Frost dropped wearily into his chair. "Yes, I found her."
"Was she all right? Why didn't she come back with you?"
"She was perfectly well, but I couldn't persuade her to return."
Howard looked as if he had been slapped across the mouth. "Didn't you tell her I wanted her to come back?"
"I did, but she didn't believe me."
"Not believe you?"
"You see she's forgotten most of this life, Howard. She thinks you are simply a dream."
"But that's not possible!"
Frost looked more weary than ever. "Don't you think it is about time you stopped using that term, son?"
Instead of replying he answered, "Doctor, you must take me to her!" Frost looked dubious.
"Can't you do it?"
"Perhaps I could, if you have gotten over your disbelief, but still-"
"Disbelief^-I've been forced to believe. Let's get busy."
Frost did not move. "I'm not sure that I agree. Howard, conditions are quite different where Estelle has gone. It suits her, but I'm not sure that it would be a kindness to take you through to her." "Why not? Doesn't she want to see me?" "Yes-I think she does. I'm sure she would welcome you, but conditions are very different."
"I don't give a damn what the conditions are. Let's go."
Frost got up. "Very well. It shall be as you wish." He seated Jenkins in the easy chair and held the young man's eyes with his gaze. He spoke slowly in calm, unmodulated tones- Frost assisted Howard to his feet and brushed him off. Howard laughed and wiped the white dust of the road from his hands.
"Quite a tumble. Master. I feel as if some lout had pulled a stool from under me."
"I shouldn't have had you sit down." "I guess not." He pulled a'large multi-flanged pistol from his belt and examined it. "Lucky the safety catch was set on my blaster or we might have been picking ourselves out of the stratosphere. Shall we be on our way?"
Frost looked his companion over; helmet, short military kilt, short sword and accoutrements slapping at his thighs. He blinked and answered, "Yes. Yes, of course."
As they swung into the city gates. Frost inquired, 'Do you know where you are headed?" "Yes, certaintiy. To Star-Light's villa in the Grove." "And you know what to expect there?" "Oh, you mean our discussion. I know the customs here. Master, and am quite undismayed, I assure you. Star-Light and I understand each other. She's
one of these 'Out of sight, out of mind' girls. Now that I'm back from Ultima Thule, she'll give up the priesthood and we'll settle down and raise a lot of fat babies."
"Ultima Thule? Do you remember my study?"
"Of course I do-and Robert and Helen and all the rest."
"Is that what you meant by Ultima Thule?"
"Not exactly. I can't explain it. Master. I'm a practical military man. I'll leave such things to you priests and teachers."
They paused in front of Estelle's house. "Coming in, Master?"
"No, I think not. I must be getting back."
"You know best." Howard clapped him on the shoulder. "You have been a true friend. Master. Our first brat shall be named for you."
"Thank you, Howard. Good-bye, and good luck to both of you."
"And to you." He entered the house with a confident stride.
Frost walked slowly back toward the gates, his mind preoccupied with myriad thoughts. There seemed to be no end to the permutations and combinations; either of matter, or of mind. Martha, Robert, Helen-now Howard and Estelle. It should be possible to derive a theory that would cover them all.
As he mused, his heel caught on a loose paving block and he stumbled across his easy chair.
The absence of the five students was going to be hard to explain. Frost knew-so he said nothing to anyone. The weekend passed before anyone took the absences seriously. On Monday a policeman came to his house, asking questions.