And he pulled the wire. They heard no sound, felt no tremor, but as if it were a wraith dissolving in weaving mists, the outline of the time-cube thinned ... wavered ... and disappeared. Only a length of fine wire, whose dangling end hung curiously taut in midair, lent reassurance that the way to another world was still open. Ramey coiled the wire and concealed it beneath the pediment of a statue. Then he rose, emotions strangely chaotic. A sadness was upon him at leaving comrades beside whom he had fought and laughed and lived a great adventure. But he was glad, too, to be back in a world he knew, a world he could understand.... A call from Sheila roused him from his brief reverie. "See, Ramey? This was one of the carvings which always puzzled us most. Its meaning was obscure--then. But now it is simple to read." And she pointed to one of the huge scenes carven on the temple walls. The scene of a frightful battle, a battle being waged by apes strangely garbed in the habiliments of men and towering giants. One corner of the great stone tapestry showed a fleet of crowded ships rushing in to a harbor, still another showed an ape-human dying with a great wound in his breast, while beside him, loosing a lightning bolt from a gigantic bow, stood a man.... * * * * * "Then they _did_ carve the record!" said Ramey hallowedly. "It--it gives me the creeps, Sheila. We just left them. We know they're still alive, and that this artistry is not yet even planned. But here it is--and here it has been for five thousand years. The story of the battle for Lanka." "And its hero?" queried Sheila oddly. "Ramey--do you know the full meaning of this story? The earth legend which has grown up about it?" "Legend? You mean there is a legend about _this_?" "About _us_!" Comprehension, which had been dawning slowly in Sheila's eyes, now flamed sudden and complete. "I see it all now! All! But surely daddy must have--Yes! He did--at the end. That is why he insisted we must return to our time. To clear up the ancient mystery--" "What legend?" repeated Ramey perplexedly. "It's all over my head, Sheila. I don't get it at all." "Then listen! Does this make sense to you, Ramey? '_And there were in those days four companions, Rama, Bharata, and the twins, Lakshmana and Satrughna_--'" "Hey! Those sound like the whacky handles we were tagged with at Chitrakuta! They called me 'Ramaíya,' and Lake was 'Lakshmana'--the smiling one--while Syd was 'Sidrughna'--the frowning one--" "There would be slight changes," agreed the girl excitedly, "over a period of centuries. Pronunciation and spelling would change, of course. The legend goes on: '_Rama, by possession of an enormous Bow, formerly the dreaded weapon of the god Rudra, wins for a wife Sita, daughter of Janaka. Rama attracts the attention of a female demon, Rakshasi, and infuriated by his rejection of her advances, she inspires her brother Ravana with love for Sita._