Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

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BY RANDALL GARRETT Illustrated by Bernklau [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Astounding Science Fiction January 1960. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] multi-colored little sparks of thoughts and memories that scattered through the darkness like tiny glowing mice, fleeing from something unknown, fleeing outwards and away toward a somewhere that was equally unknown scurrying, moving, changing—each half recognizable as it passed, but leaving only a vague impression behind. longer scattering the fleeing memories, but merely blanketing them. And The process was far from complete when Broom regained consciousness. Broom sat up abruptly and looked around him. The room was totally unfamiliar. For a moment, that seemed perfectly understandable. Why What? He rubbed his head and looked around more carefully. It was not just the effect was greater surroundings. He was a big man—six feet tall when he stood up, and proportionately heavy, a big-boned frame covered with hard, well-trained muscles. His hair and beard were a dark blond, and rather shaggy because of the time for, but it wouldn't come. A face flickered in his mind for a moment, and a name. Contarini. He seemed to remember a startled look on the Italian's face, but he could neither remember the reason for it nor when it had been. But it would come back he was sure of that. before. He looked down at the floor. It was soft, almost as soft as a bed, covered with a thick, even, resilient layer of fine material of some kind. It was some sort of carpeting that covered the floor from wall to wall, but no carpet had ever felt like this. wall away from the door were unknown, and their shapes meaningless. fine wood. He walked over and touched it. Fear? Nonsense! He put his hand out suddenly and slapped the wall with woodlike wall? them table was no more wood than the wall, and a touch of a finger to the surface verified the decision. The only thing that looked at all familiar on the table was a sheaf of written material. He picked it up and glanced over the pages, noticing The humming appeared to be coming from a metal box on the other side of immediately discernible. There were several rows of studs with various unrecognizable symbols on them. This would certainly be something to tell in London—when and if he ever got back. He reached out a tentative finger and touched one of the symbol-marked Time? ... something else. What? He had traveled in time, that much was certain, but how far, and in which direction? Toward the future, obviously Contarini had made it plain that going into the past was impossible. Then could he, Broom, get back to his own time, or was he destined to stay in this—place? Wherever and whenever it was. would a sudden jump of centuries do? Broom decided he might as well get a good look at whatever was outside familiar constellations up there. But they were dimmed by the light from the city that stretched below him. And what a city! At first, it was difficult for his eyes to convey their impressions intelligently to his brain. What they were recording was so unfamiliar that his brain could not decode the messages they sent. Broom backed away from the window and let the curtain close. He'd had all of that he could take for right now. The inside of the building, his immediate surroundings, looked almost homey after seeing that monstrous, endless city outside. unfamiliar, outlandish clothing, but Broom had seen odder clothing in his travels. But the thing that had stopped him was the amazing reality chair. Broom's footsteps sounded loud in the room, the echoes rebounding from the walls. He stopped and looked down. This floor wasn't covered with the soft carpeting might be composed of tile of some kind. And yet, though it was harder than the carpet it had a kind of queer resiliency of its own. well lit. For the first time, he thought of the possibility that there better. But there had been no chance of that, of course. Prisoners of war are he moved. they might tell him where he was. door. the one he had just come through. How did a man get out of this place, but, at the last second, he changed his mind. Better the devil we know than the devil we don't , he thought to himself. He went back into the office and looked around for something to prop the door open. He found a small, beautifully formed porcelain dish on one of this mysterious place. He had the terrible feeling that he had been drawn across time to this place for a purpose, and yet he could think of no rational reason for Contarini, the short, wiry little Italian who was in the next cell, looked at him through the narrow opening. "I still think it can be done, Broom outranked the little Italian, but prison can make brothers of all men. "You think it's possible then, to get out of a place like this, simply by thinking about it?" Contemplation of the Eternal, my comrade contemplation of the Eternal." Broom held back a grin. "Then why, my Venetian friend, have you not left this place long since?" "Afraid?" Broom raised an eyebrow. He had seen Contarini on the battlefield, dealing death in hand-to-hand combat, and the Italian no saint." "I hope, my dear Contarini," Broom said dryly, "that you are not under the impression that I am a saint." than I can say for myself. Besides, there is the blood of kings in your chains of fear." Broom had thought that over for a moment, then grinned. "All right, my friend The memory faded from Broom's mind. Had he really moved through some He felt a chill run through him. What was he doing here? How could he perhaps—somehow—some force would return him to where he belonged. Broom's eyes opened, and instantly every muscle and nerve in his his clothes. He was not as tall as Broom, and he looked soft and He was saying something in a language that Broom did not understand, and the tenseness in his voice betrayed his fear. Broom relaxed. He had "I won't hurt you," Broom said. "I had no intention of intruding on your property, but all I ask is help." The little man was blinking and backing away, as though he were going to turn and bolt at any moment. Broom laughed. "You have nothing to fear from me, little man. Permit me to introduce myself. I am Richard Broom, known as—" He stopped, and his eyes widened. Total memory flooded over him as he realized fully who he was and where he belonged. And the fear hit him again in a raging flood, sweeping over his mind and scattered again during the passage through centuries of time came back more quickly and settled back into their accustomed pattern more easily. The face was that of the Italian, Contarini. He was looking both worried and disappointed. were Of that there can be no doubt. Why did you return?" Richard Broom sat up on his palette of straw. The scene in the strange why I had gone to that ... that place. And when I remembered, I came back." I had hoped we could escape. But now it appears that we must wait until our ransoms are paid. And I much fear that mine will never be paid." he may not have returned to London. And even if he has, my brother John "What? Would England hesitate to ransom the brave king who has fought so And, nearly eight centuries away in time and thousands of miles away in that stood by the electric typewriter on his desk. "That's right, Officer Suite 8601, Empire State Building. I was working late, and I left the lights on in my office when I went out to get a cup of coffee. When I came back, he was here—a big, bearded man, wearing a as far as I can tell is a ceramic ash tray from one of the desks he was holding that in his hand when I saw him. What? Oh. Where did he go?" Mr. where he went. I must have fainted. "But I think you can pick him up if you hurry. With that getup on, he THE END

<question>:
Where is Broom from?

<options>:
A Venice, Italy
B Paris, France
C London, England
D New York City, U.S.A.

<answer>:

C