I got to my feet, stepped to a long mirror, glanced at the reflection. "It's not the real me, boys," I started. Then I stared, open-mouthed. A Hercules, black-haired and clean-limbed, stared back. I shut my mouth ... and his mouth shut. I moved an arm and he did likewise. I whirled on Foster. "What ... how ... who...?" "The mortal body that was Legion died of its wounds," he said, "but the mind that was the man was recorded. We have waited many years to give that mind life again." I turned back to the mirror, gaped. The young giant gaped back. "I remember," I said. "I remember ... a knife in my guts ... and a red-headed man ... and the Great Owner, and...." "For his crimes," told Gope, "he went to a place of exile until the Change should come on him. Long have we waited." * * * * * I looked again and now I saw two faces in the mirror and both of them were young. One was low down, just above my ankles, and it belonged to a cat I had known as Itzenca. The other, higher up, was that of a man I had known as Ommodurad. But this was a clear-eyed Ommodurad, just under twenty-one. "Onto the blank slate we traced your mind," said Gope. "He owed you a life, Legion," Foster said. "His own was forfeit." "I guess I ought to kick and scream and demand my original ugly puss back," I said slowly, studying my reflection, "but the fact is, I like looking like Mr. Universe." "Your earthly body was infected with the germs of old age," said Foster. "Now you can look forward to a great span of life." "But come," said Gope. "All Vallon waits to honor you." He led the way to the tall window. "Your place is by my side at the great ringboard," said Foster. "And afterwards: all of the Two Worlds lie before you." I looked past the open window and saw a carpet of velvet green that curved over foothills to the rim of a forest. Down the long sward I saw a procession of bright knights and ladies come riding on animals, some black, some golden palomino, that looked for all the world like unicorns. My eyes travelled upward to where the light of a great white sun flashed on blue towers. And somewhere in the distance trumpets sounded. "It looks like a pretty fair offer," I said.