CHAPTER XI

_Back to the Beginning of Time_ As Mary Atwood and I sat chained to the floor of the Time-cage, with Migul the Robot guarding us, I felt that we could not escape. This mechanical thing which had captured us seemed inexorable, utterly beyond human frailty. I could think of no way of surprising it, or tricking it. The Robot said. "Soon we will be there in 1777. And then there is that I will be forced to do. "We are being followed," it added. "Did you know that?" "No," I said. Followed? What could that mean? There was…