"——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 written in alien symbols."
"Maybe," I said. "But why the hell didn't he give us a key to that part?"
"I think he assumed that the stranger—himself—would remember the old writing," Foster said. "How could he know that it would be forgotten with the rest?"
"Your guess is as good as any," I said. "Maybe better; you know how it feels to lose your memory."
"But we've learned a few things," Foster said. "The pit of the Hunters—we have the location."
"If you call this 'ten thousand parts to the west of chalk face' a location," I said.