“I feel all right.” He had trouble speaking. His tongue felt swollen, and his mind was slow to produce the words that he needed. “But I feel very weak and confused.” Drake thought of trying to sit up, and knew at once that he could not do it. “I can barely move.”

“Naturally. But are you Drake Merlin?”

“I am.”

The man had an open eager face, with furry eyebrows and a high forehead. He laughed aloud in delight and rubbed his hands together. “Excellent! My name is Par Leon. Can you understand me easily?”

“Perfectly easily.” Drake’s second worry returned. “Why do you ask that question? When am I?”

“I ask it because the old languages are not easy, even with augments and much study. For your second question, in your measure we are now in the year 2512 of the prophet Christ.”

Five centuries! It was longer than Drake had expected and hoped. But better long than short. Before he was frozen he had entertained awful visions of diving down to the bottom of the Pit and clawing his agonized way back up to thawed life, not once but over and over.

“I have waited here through the whole warming and first treatment,” Par Leon continued. “Soon I will leave you so you can have rest, more treatment, and first education. But I desired to speak with you at once when you became conscious. It is not rational, but I feared that there might have been a mistake in identity — that it might not be Drake Merlin, the Drake Merlin of my curiosity, who was awakened.” Par Leon glanced at the equipment standing at the bedside and shook his head. “You are a strong man, Drake Merlin. Uniquely strong. The record shows that you did not once cry out or complain during all the thawing.”