"WHO ARE YOU?!" I demanded again of the stranger. "Where have you come from and why are you interested in me?" "You are a man of many demands considering what you have done, Galrick," he said, and turned and continued walking, refusing once again to answer the simple questions I put to him. He always responded with some new puzzle or enigma. "You are maddening," I said again. It was probably the twentieth time I had said it since he had led me out of that world. Though I gradually realized then as we were walking that we were not on Neld; the coast was entirely wrong. "This is not Neld," I said.