My clearing eyes, through a crystal face-plate, saw what had happened. The silver-armored stranger was beside me--bareheaded! He had given me his own helmet! Blood was already starting from his breathless nostrils. But he caught my shoulders, dragged me through the valve, hauled us both up the line to the port of the silver ship. We tumbled into a little metal chamber, a valve slammed and I heard the hiss of air. Leaning against the wall--for an artificial gravity field had gripped us again--the stranger closed his eyes and took several long breaths. The blue of suffocation faded from his rugged face. He grinned at me, and wiped the blood from his mouth. "Well, stranger," he gasped, "you gave me a surprise! Your ship was listed in our charts as Comet AA 1497 X. We were observing it to correct our bearings, when it began to move!" A tone of awe dulled his whisper. "You must have been aboard a long time." I clutched at a hand rail for support. A deadly fatigue was in me. My body was still a stiff dried husk of pain. I could see the amazed pity in the eyes of my rescuer, as he stared at my brittle, emaciated skin, at hair and beard and nails that had grown grotesquely long. "I have been," I told him. * * * * * And only then, when I had spoken, did I realize that I had learned another language as I slept--a tongue unknown when I had left the Earth. And I knew, with something deeper than memory, that my teacher had been the shadow in the crystal, the eternal mind of Dondara Keradin. "I know your voyage has been a long one, stranger." Wonder was still in the voice of the stranger. "For all objects designated with an 'AA' have been charted a million years or longer." "A million years!" I whispered. The world reeled. "What year is this?" "This is the year 1,200,048 of the Conquest of Space," he told me. He ran long fingers through the thick yellow shock of his tangled hair, and stared at me strangely. "It is that long," he said softly, "since Barihorn left the Earth." Barihorn! And that was the name of this space ship! I murmured the syllables. "My name is Barry Horn." The blue-gray eyes of the man in silver went wide. His rugged face lit suddenly with incredulous hope. His trembling fingers touched the cracked yellow skin of my hand, as if he doubted my reality. "Barihorn!" he whispered. "Then the legend is fulfilled! I can hardly believe it. But I saw your ancient ship--so tiny and rusted that it had never been taken for a ship. I don't know how you lived--but the Dondara Stone had promised that you would." An eager enthusiasm was ringing in his voice. "I salute you, Barihorn!" I was swaying with weakness and fatigue. Thirst and desperate hunger tortured me, and the agonizing stiffness of my body. But these riddles were more urgent still. The Dondara Stone--was that the crystal brain of Dondara Keradin? I stared at the young giant in silver, and once more my dry throat found husky speech.