No one else was in the room. Murris Slade, who had lured, bribed, threatened, frightened those now in the room to the Chateau d'lf, had not come farther than the foyer.
Mario addressed Janniver, Zaer, Breaugh. "You three, then, you will take the responsibility?"
They turned on him their wide, amazed eyes, still not fully recovered from the relief, the joy of their own lives.
..."Yes." ..."Yes."
"Some of the transpositions are beyond help. Some are dead or crazy. There is no help for them. But those whom you can return to their own bodies-to them is your responsibility."
"We break the cursed machine into the smallest pieces possible," said Breaugh. "And the Chateau d'lf is only something for whispering, something for old men to dream about."
Mario smiled. "Remember the advertisement? 'Jaded? Bored? Try the Chateau d'lf.'"
"I am no longer jaded, no longer bored," sighed Zaer.
"We got our money's worth," said Janniver wryly.
Mario frowned. "Where's Ditmar?"
Thane said, "He has an appointment for ten o'clock tomorrow morning. He comes for the new body he has earned."
Breaugh said with quiet satisfaction, "We shall be here to meet him."
"He will be surprised," said Janniver.
"Why not?" asked Zaer. "After all, this is the Chateau d'lf."