"I am of the Ivroy, who are many and one."
"But you look like—just a beautiful girl."
The Ivroy smiled. Her teeth were as even as matched pearls, Dan thought, and as white as—
"I am a girl, Dan. We are cousins, you and I—separated by the long mystery of time."
"Blote—and Dzhackoon and Snithian, too—seemed to think the Ivroy ran the Universe. But—"
The Ivroy put her hand on Dan's. It was as soft as a flower petal.
"Don't trouble yourself over this just now, Dan. Would you like to become my agent? I need a trustworthy friend to help me in my work here."
"Doing what?" Dan heard himself say.
"Watching over the race which will one day become the Ivroy."