Dan uttered puzzled words of thanks, and the old man nodded, reseating himself on the carven bench; Galatea skipped through the arched entrance, and Dan, after an irresolute moment, dropped to the remaining bench. Once more his thoughts were whirling in perplexed turbulence. Was all this indeed but illusion? Was he sitting, in actuality, in a prosaic hotel room, peering through magic spectacles that pictured this world about him, or was he, transported by some miracle, really sitting here in this land of loveliness? He touched the bench; stone, hard and unyielding, met his fingers. "Leucon," said his voice, "how did you know I was coming?" "I was told," said the other. "By whom?" "By no one." "Why--_someone_ must have told you!" The Grey Weaver shook his solemn head. "I was just told." Dan ceased his questioning, content for the moment to drink in the beauty about him and then Galatea returned bearing a crystal bowl of the strange fruits. They were piled in colorful disorder, red, purple, orange and yellow, pear-shaped, egg-shaped, and clustered spheroids--fantastic, unearthly. He selected a pale, transparent ovoid, bit into it, and was deluged by a flood of sweet liquid, to the amusement of the girl. She laughed and chose a similar morsel; biting a tiny puncture in the end, she squeezed the contents into her mouth. Dan took a different sort, purple and tart as Rhenish wine, and then another, filled with edible, almond-like seeds. Galatea laughed delightedly at his surprises, and even Leucon smiled a grey smile. Finally Dan tossed the last husk into the brook beside them, where it danced briskly toward the river. "Galatea," he said, "do you ever go to a city? What cities are in Paracosma?" "Cities? What are cities?" "Places where many people live close together." "Oh," said the girl frowning. "No. There are no cities here." "Then where are the people of Paracosma? You must have neighbors." The girl looked puzzled. "A man and a woman live off there," she said, gesturing toward a distant blue range of hills dim on the horizon. "Far away over there. I went there once, but Leucon and I prefer the valley." "But Galatea!" protested Dan. "Are you and Leucon alone in this valley? Where--what happened to your parents--your father and mother?" "They went away. That way--toward the sunrise. They'll return some day." "And if they don't?" "Why, foolish one! What could hinder them?" "Wild beasts," said Dan. "Poisonous insects, disease, flood, storm, lawless people, death!" "I never heard those words," said Galatea. "There are no such things here." She sniffed contemptuously. "Lawless people!" "Not--death?" "What is death?" "It's--" Dan paused helplessly. "It's like falling asleep and never waking. It's what happens to everyone at the end of life." "I never heard of such a thing as the end of life!" said the girl decidedly. "There isn't such a thing." "What happens, then," queried Dan desperately, "when one grows old?"