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STRANGER IN TIME “There is no need to alter her basic character, but her true memories must be re- pressed and false ones sub- stituted. Only then will she know peace and settle down in happiness in this time.” “Will she not even then feel inferior? She is no telepath. And she is slighter and smaller than our women.” “She could pass as a woman of our sister planet. They also are non-telepaths, and fairer than we are. They also inter- marry with us without shame and reproach, for the off- spring are rarely non-tele- paths. I say she must be made to remember a childhood and youth on our neighbour world, and to forget that which she has already lived in the past, before the time-block came into existence.” Jenryn bowed his head. “You speak wisely, Super- visor. I have done her great wrong, first in marrying her, and then in allowing her to accompany me on the trans- porter. But I was anxious to get the message to my com- rades, and J had no surety that Benner would not make some mistake. And now it is im- possible to return her to her own time. If she keeps her true memories she will. only grieve over the relations and friends she has left in the past. It shall be as you have said.’’ He turned to his wife. “‘Susan——”” But Susan, sick and weary at heart, had given up the struggle to resolve her prob- lems, and was asleep. JENRYN was seeking his wife, if it could be called seeking to search for that which one knows where to find. He passed down through the little grove of blue flame trees, and so came to their bower. Susan was reclining on a couch, her eyes set pensively on the blue waters of the lake in front of her. **Are you sad, my dearest?” he asked her. “Sad, husband ?”’ She raised her eyes to his. “No. But-I have had a dream in which I was sad.” ‘Tell me.” “It seemed to me that I was back in my childhood, on our sister world, and I was happy. Yet it was so unlike conmmiclooolkks.comn