Wanda"s eyes were filled with tears, but the emotion they represented was not sorrow but fury.
"Grandpa," she said, "I don"t understand it. I simply don"t understand it. We"ve been to four different firms. Each one was ruder and nastier to us than the one before. The fourth one just kicked us out. And since then, no one will let us in."
"It"s no mystery, Wanda," said Seldon gently. "When we saw Bindris, he didn"t know what we were there for and he was perfectly friendly until I asked for a gift of a few million credits. Then he was a great deal less friendly. I imagine the word went out as to what we wanted and each additional time there was less friendliness until now, when people won"t receive us at all. Why should they? They"re not going to give us the credits we need, so why waste time with us?"
Wanda"s anger turned on herself. "And what did I do? I just sat there. Nothing."
"I wouldn"t say that," said Seldon. "Bindris was affected by you. It seems to me that he really wanted to give me the credits, largely because of you. You were pushing him and accomplishing something."
"Not nearly enough. Besides, all he cared about was that I was pretty."
"Not pretty," muttered Seldon. "Beautiful. Very beautiful."
"So what do we do now, Grandpa?" asked Wanda. "After all these years, psychohistory will collapse."
"I suppose that," said Seldon "in a way, it"s something that can"t be helped. I"ve been predicting the breakdown of the Empire for nearly forty years and now that it"s come, psychohistory breaks down with it."
"But psychohistory will save the Empire, at least partly."
"I know it will, but I can"t force it to."
"Are you just going to let it collapse?"
Seldon shook his head. "I"ll try to keep it from doing so, but I must admit that I don"t know how I"m going to do it."
Wanda said, "I"m going to practice. There must be some way I can strengthen my push, make it easier for me to force people to do what I want them to do."
"I wish you could manage."
"What are you going to do, Grandpa?"
"Well, nothing much. Two days ago, when I was on my way to see the Chief Librarian, I encountered three men in the Library who were arguing about psychohistory. For some reason, one of them impressed me very much. I urged him to come see me and he agreed. The appointment is for this afternoon at my office."
"Are you going to have him work for you?"
"I would like to-if I have enough credits to pay him with. But it can"t hurt to talk with him. After all, what can I lose?"
24
The young man arrived at precisely 4 T.S.T. (Trantorian Standard Time) and Seldon smiled. He loved punctual people. He placed his hands on his desk and made ready to heave to his feet, but the young man said, "Please, Professor, I know you have a bad leg. You needn"t stand up."
Seldon said, "Thank you, young man. However, that does not mean that you cannot sit down. Please do."
The young man removed his jacket and sat down.
Seldon said, "You must forgive me . . . when we met and set up this appointment, I neglected to learn your name-which is . . . ?
"Stettin Palver," said the young man.
"Ah. Palver! Palver! The name sounds familiar."
"It should, Professor. My grandfather boasted frequently of having known you."
"Your grandfather. Of course. Joramis Palver. He was two years younger than I was, as I recall. I tried to get him to join me in psychohistory, but he refused. He said there was no chance of his ever learning enough mathematics to make it possible. Too bad! How is Joramis, by the way?"
Palver said solemnly, "I"m afraid that Joramis has gone the way of old men generally. He"s dead."
Seldon winced. Two years younger than he himself was-and dead. An old friend and they had lost touch to such a degree that, when death came, it did so unknowingly.
Seldon sat there for a while and finally muttered, "I"m sorry."
The young man shrugged. "He had a good life."
"And you, young man, where did you have your schooling?"
"Langano University."
Seldon frowned. "Langano? Stop me if I"m wrong, but that"s not on Trantor, is it?"
"No. I wanted to try a different world. The Universities on Trantor, as you undoubtedly know very well, are all overcrowded. I wanted to find a place where I could study in peace."
"And what did you study?"
"Nothing much. History. Not the sort of thing that would lead one to a good job."
(Another wince, even worse than the first. Dors Venabili had been a historian.) Seldon said, "But you"re back here on Trantor. Why is that?"
"Credits. Jobs."
"As an historian?"
Palver laughed. "Not a chance. I run a device that pulls and hauls. Not exactly a professional occupation."
Seldon looked at Palver with a twinge of envy. The contours of Palver"s arms and chest were highlighted by the thin fabric of his shirt. He was well muscled. Seldon had never himself been quite that muscular.
Seldon said, "I presume that when you were at the University, you were on the boxing team."
"Who, me? Never. I"m a Twister."
"A Twister!" Seldon"s spirits jumped. "Are you from Helicon?"
Palver said with a certain contempt, "You don"t have to come from Helicon to be a good Twister."
No, thought Seldon, but that"s where the best ones come from.
However, he said nothing.
He did say, though, "Well, your grandfather would not join me. How about you?"
"Psychohistory?"
"I heard you talking to the others when I first encountered you and it seemed to me that you were talking quite intelligently about psychohistory. Would you like to join me, then?"
"As I said, Professor, I have a job."
"Pushing and hauling. Come, come."
"It pays well."
"Credits aren"t everything."
"They"re quite a bit. Now you, on the other hand, can"t pay me much. I"m quite certain that you"re short of credits."
"Why do you say that?"
"I"m guessing, in a way, I suppose. -But am I wrong?"
Seldon"s lips pressed together hard, then he said, "No, you"re not wrong and I can"t pay you much. I"m sorry. I suppose that ends our little interview."
"Wait, wait, wait." Palver held up his hands. "Not quite so fast, please. We"re still talking about psychohistory. If I work for you, I will be taught psychohistory, right?"
"Of course."
"In that case, credits aren"t everything, after all. I"ll make you a deal. You teach me all the psychohistory you can and you pay me whatever you can and I"ll get by somehow. How about it?"
"Wonderful," said Seldon joyously. "That sounds great. Now, one more thing."
"Oh?"
"Yes. I"ve been attacked twice in recent weeks. The first time my son came to my defense, but he has since gone to Santanni. The second time I made use of my lead-filled walking stick. It worked, but I was dragged before a magistrate and accused of a.s.sault and battery-"
"Why the attacks?" interjected Palver.
"I am not popular. I have been preaching the Fall of the Empire for so long that, now that it is coming, I am blamed for it."
"I see. Now then, what does all that have to do with the one more thing you mentioned?"
"I want you to be my bodyguard. You"re young, you"re strong, and, most of all, you"re a Twister. You"re exactly what I need."
"I suppose it can be managed," Palver said with a smile.
25
"See there, Stettin," Seldon said as the two were taking an early evening stroll in one of Trantor"s residential sectors near Streeling. The older man pointed to debris-a.s.sorted refuse jettisoned from pa.s.sing groundcars or dropped by careless pedestrians-strewn along the walkway. "In the old days," Seldon continued, "you would never see litter like this. The security officers were vigilant and munic.i.p.al maintenance crews provided round-the-clock upkeep of all public areas. But, most important, no one would even think of dumping his trash in such a manner. Trantor was our home; we took pride in it. Now"-Seldon shook his head sadly, resignedly, and sighed-"it"s-" He broke off abruptly.
"You there, young man!" Seldon shouted at a ill-kempt fellow who had moments before pa.s.sed them, going in the opposite direction. He was munching a treat just popped into his mouth; the wrapper had been tossed to the ground without so much as a downward glance. "Pick that up and dispose of it properly," Seldon admonished as the young man eyed him sullenly.
"Pick it up yourself," the boy snarled and then he turned and walked away.
"It"s another sign of society"s breakdown, as predicted by your psychohistory, Professor Seldon," Palver said.
"Yes, Stettin. All around us the Empire is falling apart, piece by piece. In fact, it"s already smashed-there"s no turning back now. Apathy, decay, and greed have all played their parts in destroying the once-glorious Empire. And what will take its place? Why-"
Here Seldon broke off at the sight of Palver"s face. The younger man seemed to be listening intently-but not to Seldon"s voice. His head was c.o.c.ked to one side and his face had a far-off look. It was as if Palver were straining to hear some sound inaudible to everyone but himself.
Suddenly he snapped back to the here and now. With an urgent glance around them, Palver took hold of Seldon"s arm. "Hari, quick, we must get away. They"re coming . . ." And then the still evening was broken by the harsh sound of rapidly approaching footsteps. Seldon and Palver spun around, but it was too late; a band of attackers was upon them. This time, however, Hari Seldon was prepared. He immediately swung his cane in a wide arc around Palver and himself. At this, the three attackers-two boys and a girl, all teenage ruffians-laughed.
"So, you"re not goin" to make it easy, are you, old man?" snorted the boy who appeared to be the group"s ringleader. "Why, me and my buddies, we"ll take you out in two seconds flat. We"ll-" All of a sudden, the ringleader was down, the victim of a perfectly placed Twist-kick to his abdomen. The two ruffians who were still standing quickly dropped to a crouch in preparation for attack. But Palver was quicker. They, too, were felled almost before they knew what hit them.
And then it was over-almost as soon as it started. Seldon stood off to the side, leaning heavily on his cane, shaking at the thought of his narrow escape. Palver, panting slightly from exertion, surveyed the scene. The three attackers were out cold on the deserted walkway under the darkening dome.
"Come on, let"s get out of here quickly!" Palver urged again, only this time it was not the attackers they would be fleeing.
"Stettin, we can"t leave," protested Seldon. He gestured toward the unconscious would-be muggers. "They"re really nothing more than children. They may be dying. How can we just walk away? It"s inhumane-that"s what it is-and humanity is exactly what I"ve been working all these years to protect." Seldon struck the ground with his cane for emphasis and his eyes gleamed with conviction.
"Nonsense," retorted Palver. "What"s inhumane is the way muggers like that prey on innocent citizens like you. Do you think they"d have given you a second thought? They"d just as soon stick a knife in your gut to steal your last credit-and then kick you as they ran! They"ll come to soon enough and slink away to lick their wounds. Or someone will find them and call the central office.
"But, Hari, you must think. After what happened last time, you stand to lose everything if you"re linked to another beating. Please, Hari, we must run!" With this, Palver grabbed Seldon"s arm and Seldon after a List backward glance, allowed himself to be led away.
As the footsteps of the rapidly departing Seldon and Palver diminished in the distance, another figure emerged from his hiding place behind some trees. Chuckling to himself, the sullen-eyed youth muttered, "You"re a fine one to tell me what"s right and what"s wrong, Professor." With that, he spun on his heel and headed off to summon the security officers.
26
"Order! I will have order!" bellowed Judge Tejan Popjens Lih. The public hearing of Professor Raven Seldon and his young a.s.sociate, Stettin Palver, had generated a hue and cry among the populace of Trantor. Here was the man who had predicted the Fall of the Empire, the decay of civilization, who exhorted others to harken back to the golden age of civility and order-here was he who, according to an eyewitness, had ordered the brutal beating of three young Trantorians for no apparent provocation. Ah yes, it promised to be a spectacular hearing, one which would lead, no doubt, to an even more spectacular trial.
The judge pressed a contact set into a recessed panel on her bench and a sonorous gong resounded through the packed courtroom. "I will have order," she repeated to the now-hushed throng. "If need be, the courtroom will be cleared. That is a warning. It will not be repeated."
The judge cut an imposing figure in her scarlet robe. Originally from the Outer World of Lystena, Lih"s complexion had a slight bluish cast, which turned darker when she became exercised, practically purple when she was really angry. It was rumored that, for all her years on the bench, in spite of her reputation as a top judicial mind, notwithstanding her position as one of the most revered interpreters of Imperial law, Lih was ever so slightly vain about the colorful appearance she gave, the way in which the bright red robes set off her soft turquoise skin.