"Why?"
"We must go to the Answerer."
For they had heard the legends, knew the tales. "Once there was a race, a good deal like us, and they Knew—and they told Answerer. Then they departed to where there is no place, but much distance."
"How do we get there?" the newborn nineteenth cried, filled now with knowledge.
"We go." And eighteen of them vanished. One was left. Moodily he stared at the tremendous spread of an icy star, then he too vanished.
"Those old legends are true," Morran gasped. "There it is."
They had come out of sub-space at the place the legends told of, and before them was a star unlike any other star. Morran invented a classification for it, but it didn't matter. There was no other like it.
Swinging around the star was a planet, and this too was unlike any other planet. Morran invented reasons, but they didn't matter. This planet was the only one.
"Strap yourself in, sir," Morran said. "I'll land as gently as I can."
Lek came to Answerer, striding swiftly from star to star. He lifted Answerer in his hand and looked at him.