From an open doorway through which Helen glimpsed a treasure of books, a blackboard on which many numbers which were written, and a carpet of blue and gold on an otherwise concrete floor, a woman emerged. Black with white hair. Dressed entirely in gray. "Welcome, Helen, I am Dean Amafini-ere. I knew your mother," she said. Before Helen could reply, Dean Amafini-ere moved purposefully down the hall in the opposite direction.