With his new command of her language, perhaps aided by some measure of telepathy, he received an impression of El-ve-don as a shining, unconquerable champion of unspecified powers, one who was fated to bring about the downfall of--of something obscenely evil and imminently threatening. He could not recall what it was, and Krasna's wracking sobs did not help him think clearly. "Of course I'm not El-ve-don," he declared, and felt deeply sorry for himself that he was not. "I'm just plain Eldon Carmichael, and I am--or was--a biophysicist." Once, before Victor Schenley had tried to kill him, he _had_ been a competent and reasonably happy biophysicist. At last she wiped her eyes. "Well, if you don't remember, you just don't, I guess," she sighed. "You are in the world of Varda. Somehow you must have formed a Gateway and _come through_. I found you just by chance and thought--hoped--that you were El-ve-don." She went on with a long explanation, only parts of which Eldon understood. * * * * * He was quite familiar with the theory of alternate worlds--his work with bound charges had given him an inkling of the actuality of other dimensions, and the fantastic idea that bound charges existed simultaneously in two or more "worlds" at once, carrying their characteristic reactions across a dimensional gap had occurred to him frequently as his experiments had progressed. He had even entertained the notion that bound charges were the basic secret of life itself--but the proof still seemed unbelievable. Varda was a world adjoining his own, separated from it by some vagary of space or time-spiral warping or some obscure phase of the Law of Alternate Probabilities. But here he was, in Varda. He distinctly remembered hearing one of the resonant system components in his laboratory let go, not _flow_ but _break_, and guessed that the sudden strain might have been sufficient to warp the very nature of matter in its vicinity. "Your world is one of the Closed Worlds," Krasna explained. "Things from it do not _come through_ easily. Unfortunately the one from which the Luvans came is open much of the time." Eldon tried to think what a Luvan was, but recalled only a vaguely disquieting impression of something disgusting--and deadly. "I hoped so much." Tears gathered in Krasna's strange eyes. "I thought perhaps when I found you that the old prophecy--the one to defeat Sasso--but perhaps I have been a fool to believe in the old prophecy at all. And Sasso--" Her expressive mouth contorted with loathing. "How do I get back to my own world?" Eldon demanded. Krasna stared at him until he began to fidget. "There is but one Gateway in all Varda, the Gateway of Sasso," she declared in the tone of a person stating an obvious if unpleasant fact. "And only El-ve-don can defeat the Faith." "Oh!" He laughed in mirthless near-hysteria at the thought of himself as the unconquerable El-ve-don. Her words left him bleakly despondent.