there were men as from the dawn of time, and I fought them, and when they had learned fear, I lived among them in peace, and the Hunters have not found this place. Now it may be that my saga ends here, but I will do what I am able. The Change may soon come upon me; I must prepare for the stranger who will come after me. All that he must know is in these pages. And say I to him: Have patience, for the time of this race draws close. Venture not again on the Eastern continent, but wait, for soon the Northern sailors must come in numbers into this wilderness. Seek out their cleverest metal-workers, and when it may be, devise a shield, and only then return to the pit of the Hunters. It lies in the plain, 50/10,000 parts of the girth of this(?) to the west of the Great Chalk Face, and 1470 parts north from the median line, as I reckon. The stones mark it well with the sign of the Two Worlds. I looked across at Foster. "It goes on then with a blow-by-blow account of dealings with aborigines. He was trying to get them civilized in a hurry. They figured he was a god and he set them to work building roads and cutting stone and learning mathematics and so on. He was doing all he could to set things up so this stranger who was to follow him would know the score, and carry on the good work." Foster's eyes were on my face. "What is the nature of the Change he speaks of?" "He never says—but I suppose he's talking about death," I said. "I don't know where the stranger is supposed to come from." "Listen to me, Legion," Foster said. There was a hint of the old anxious look in his eyes. "I think I know what the Change was. I think he knew he would forget——" "You've got amnesia on the brain, old buddy," I said. "——and the stranger is—himself. A man without a memory." I sat frowning at Foster. "Yeah, maybe," I said. "Go on." "And he says that all that the stranger needs to know is there—in the book." "Not in the part I decoded," I said. "He describes how they're coming along with the road-building job, and how the new mine panned out—but there's nothing about what the Hunters are, or what had gone on before he tangled with them the first time." "It must be there, Legion; but in the first section, the part
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