"Not impossible if you stretch your legs instead of standing here stretching your tongue," said Alviss. "Your only problem with time is getting from here to Yggdrasil and then from there to here. The time you spend in Asgard will not count since time there does not exist in relation to our time."
"Yggdrasil?" repeated Kevan. "Where is that?"
"That's part of your problem," said the dwarf. He turned back and began stirring his cauldron and it was obvious that he intended to talk no more. Kevan MacGreene turned and went back through the long, winding tunnel.
III
When he was once more outside, across from the palace of the four kings, he suddenly remembered something that the head of Troubleshooters, Inc. had told him. He looked and saw that the small metal flower was still in his lapel. He put his mouth close to it and shouted.
"Brian Shanachie!"
"Well," said a voice which seemed to come out of the air directly over his head, "I was wondering if I were ever going to hear from you."
"What do you mean?" Kevan demanded indignantly. "I haven't been here more than an hour."
"Time, my dear boy, is relative," the voice said airily. "How did you make out with Alviss?"