"I don't know," Lek said. "Perhaps I'll ask about the stars. There's really nothing else important." Since Lek and his brothers had lived since the dawn of time, they didn't consider death. And since their numbers were always the same, they didn't consider the question of life. But purple? And the mound? "I go!" Lek shouted, in the vernacular of decision-to-fact. "Good fortune!" his brothers shouted back, in the jargon of greatest-friendship. Lek strode off, leaping from star to star. * * * * * Alone on his little planet, Answerer sat, waiting for the Questioners. Occasionally he mumbled the answers to himself. This was his privilege. He Knew. But he waited, and the time was neither too long nor too short, for any of the creatures of space to come and ask. * * * * * There were eighteen of them, gathered in one place. "I invoke the rule of eighteen," cried one. And another appeared, who had never before been, born by the rule of eighteen. "We must go to the Answerer," one cried. "Our lives are governed by the rule of eighteen. Where there are eighteen, there will be nineteen. Why is this so?" No one could answer. "Where am I?" asked the newborn nineteenth. One took him aside for instruction. That left seventeen. A stable number. "And we must find out," cried another, "Why all places are different, although there is no distance." That was the problem. One is here. Then one is there. Just like that, no movement, no reason. And yet, without moving, one is in another place. "The stars are cold," one cried. "Why?" "We must go to the Answerer." For they had heard the legends, knew the tales. "Once there was a race, a good deal like us, and they Knew--and they told Answerer. Then they departed to where there is no place, but much distance." "How do we get there?" the newborn nineteenth cried, filled now with knowledge. "We go." And eighteen of them vanished. One was left. Moodily he stared at the tremendous spread of an icy star, then he too vanished. * * * * * "Those old legends are true," Morran gasped. "There it is." They had come out of sub-space at the place the legends told of, and before them was a star unlike any other star. Morran invented a classification for it, but it didn't matter. There was no other like it. Swinging around the star was a planet, and this too was unlike any other planet. Morran invented reasons, but they didn't matter. This planet was the only one. "Strap yourself in, sir," Morran said. "I'll land as gently as I can." * * * * * Lek came to Answerer, striding swiftly from star to star. He lifted Answerer in his hand and looked at him. "So you are Answerer," he said. "Yes," Answerer said. "Then tell me," Lek said, settling himself comfortably in a gap between the stars, "Tell me what I am." "A partiality," Answerer said. "An indication."