For a startled moment, Darell had stared wide-eyed at him, and then he had made his request. It was to carry an answer back to Arcadia. Palver liked it; it was a simple answer and made sense. It was: "Come back now. There won"t be any danger."
Lord Stettin was in raging frustration. To watch his every weapon break in his hands; to feel the firm fabric of his military might part like the rotten thread it suddenly turned out to be would have turned phlegmaticism itself into flowing lava. And yet he was helpless, and knew it.
He hadn"t really slept well in weeks. He hadn"t shaved in three days. He had canceled all audiences. His admirals were left to themselves and none knew better than the Lord of Kalgan that very little time and no further defeats need elapse before he would have to contend with internal rebellion.
Lev Meirus, First Minister, was no help. He stood there, calm and indecently old, with his thin, nervous finger stroking, as always, the wrinkled line from nose to chin.
"Well," shouted Stettin at him, "contribute something. We stand here defeated, do you understand? Defeated! Defeated! And why? I don"t know why. There you have it. I don"t know why. Do And why? I don"t know why. There you have it. I don"t know why. Do you you know why?" know why?"
"I think so," said Meirus, calmly.
"Treason!" The word came out softly, and other words followed as softly. "You"ve known of treason, and you"ve kept quiet. You served the fool I ejected from the First Citizenship and you think you can serve whatever foul rat replaces me. If you have acted so, I will extract your entrails for it and burn them before your living eyes."
Meirus was unmoved. "I have tried to fill you with my own doubts, not once, but many times. I have dinned it in your ears and you have preferred the advice of others because it stuffed your ego better. Matters have turned out not as I feared, but even worse. If you do not care to listen now, say so, sir, and I shall leave, and, in due course, deal with your successor, whose first act, no doubt, will be to sign a treaty of peace."
Stettin stared at him red-eyed, enormous fists slowly clenching and unclenching. "Speak, you gray slug. Speak!" Speak!"
"I have told you often, sir, that you are not the Mule. You may control ships and guns but you cannot control the minds of your subjects. Are you aware, sir, of who it is you are fighting? You fight the Foundation, which is never defeated the Foundation, which is protected by the Seldon Plan the Foundation, which is destined to form a new Empire."
"There is no Plan. No longer. Munn has said so."
"Then Munn is wrong. And if he were right, what then? You and I, sir, are not the people. The men and women of Kalgan and its subject worlds believe utterly and deeply in the Seldon Plan as do all the inhabitants of this end of the Galaxy. Nearly four hundred years of history teach the fact that the Foundation cannot be beaten. Neither the kingdoms nor the warlords nor the old Galactic Empire itself could do it."
"The Mule did it."
"Exactly, and he was beyond calculation and you are not. What is worse, the people know that you are not. So your ships go into battle fearing defeat in some unknown way. The insubstantial fabric of the Plan hangs over them so that they are cautious and look before they attack and wonder a little too much. While on the other side, that same insubstantial fabric fills the enemy with confidence, removes fear, maintains morale in the face of early defeats. Why not? The Foundation has always been defeated at first and has always won in the end.
"And your own morale, sir? You stand everywhere on enemy territory. Your own dominions have not been invaded; are still not in danger of invasion yet you are defeated. You don"t believe in the possibility, even, of victory, because you know there is none.
"Stoop, then, or you will be beaten to your knees. Stoop voluntarily, and you may save a remnant. You have depended on metal and power and they have sustained you as far as they could. You have ignored mind and morale and they have failed you. Now, take my advice. You have the Foundation man, Homir Munn. Release him. Send him back to Terminus and he will carry your peace offers."
Stettin"s teeth ground behind his pale, set lips. But what choice had he?
On the first day of the new year, Homir Munn left Kalgan again. More than six months had pa.s.sed since he had left Terminus and in the interim, a war had raged and faded.
He had come alone, but he left escorted. He had come a simple man of private life; he left the unappointed but nevertheless, actual, amba.s.sador of peace.
And what had most changed was his early concern over the Second Foundation. He laughed at the thought of that: and pictured in luxuriant detail the final revelation to Dr. Darell, to that energetic, young competent, Anthor, to all of them He knew. He, Homir Munn, finally knew the truth. knew. He, Homir Munn, finally knew the truth.
20
"I Know ..."
The last two months of the Stettinian war did not lag for Homir. In his unusual office as Mediator Extraordinary, he found himself the center of interstellar affairs, a role he could not help but find pleasing.
There were no further major battles a few accidental skirmishes that could scarcely count and the terms of the treaty were hammered out with little necessity for concessions on the part of the Foundation. Stettin retained his office, but scarcely anything else. His navy was dismantled; his possessions outside the home system itself made autonomous and allowed to vote for return to previous status, full independence or confederation within the Foundation, as they chose.
The war was formally ended on an asteroid in Terminus" own stellar system; site of the Foundation"s oldest naval base. Lev Meirus signed for Kalgan, and Homir was an interested spectator.
Throughout all that period he did not see Dr. Darell, nor any of the others. But it scarcely mattered. His news would keep and, as always, he smiled at the thought.
Dr. Darell returned to Terminus some weeks after VK day, and that same evening, his house served as the meeting place for the five men who, ten months earlier, had laid their first plans.
They lingered over dinner and then over wine as though hesitating to return again to the old subject.
It was Jole Turbor, who, peering steadily into the purple depths of the winegla.s.s with one eye, muttered, rather than said, "Well, Homir, you are a man of affairs now, I see. You handled matters well."
"I?" Munn laughed loudly and joyously. For some reason, he had not stuttered in months. "I hadn"t a thing to do with it. It was Arcadia. By the by, Darell, how is she? She"s coming back from Trantor, I heard?"
"You heard correctly," said Darell, quietly. "Her ship should dock within the week." He looked, with veiled eyes, at the others, but there were only confused, amorphous exclamations of pleasure. Nothing else.
Turbor said, "Then it"s over, really. Who would have predicted all this ten months ago. Munn"s been to Kalgan and back. Arcadia"s been to Kalgan and Trantor and is coming back. We"ve had a war and won it, by s.p.a.ce. They tell you that the vast sweeps of history can be predicted, but doesn"t it seem conceivable that all that has just happened, with its absolute confusion to those of us who lived through it, couldn"t possibly have been predicted."
"Nonsense," said Anthor, acidly. "What makes you so triumphant, anyway? You talk as though we have really won a war, when actually we have won nothing but a petty brawl which has served only to distract our minds from the real enemy."
There was an uncomfortable silence, in which only Homir Munn"s slight smile struck a discordant note.
And Anthor struck the arm of his chair with a balled and furyfilled fist, "Yes, I refer to the Second Foundation. There is no mention of it and, if I judge correctly, every effort to have no thought of it. Is it because this fallacious atmosphere of victory that palls over this world of idiots is so attractive that you feel you must partic.i.p.ate? Turn somersaults then, handspring your way into a wall, pound one another"s back and throw confetti out the window. Do whatever you please, only get it out of your system and when you are quite done and you are yourselves again, return and let us discuss that problem which exists now precisely as it did ten months ago when you sat here with eyes c.o.c.ked over your shoulders for fear of you knew not what. Do you really think that the Mind-masters of the Second Foundation are less to be feared because you have beat down a foolish wielder of s.p.a.ceships."
He paused, red-faced and panting.
Munn said quietly, "Will you hear me me speak now, Anthor? Or do you prefer to continue your role as ranting conspirator?" speak now, Anthor? Or do you prefer to continue your role as ranting conspirator?"
"Have your say, Homir," said Darell, "but let"s all of us refrain from over-picturesqueness of language. It"s a very good thing in its place, but at present, it bores me."
Homir Munn leaned back in his armchair and carefully refilled his gla.s.s from the decanter at his elbow.
"I was sent to Kalgan," he said, "to find out what I could from the records contained in the Mule"s Palace. I spent several months doing so. I seek no credit for that accomplishment. As I have indicated, it was Arcadia whose ingenuous intermeddling obtained the entry for me. Nevertheless, the fact remains that to my original knowledge of the Mule"s life and times, which, I submit, was not small, I have added the fruits of much labor among primary evidence which has been available to no one else.
"I am, therefore, in a unique position to estimate the true danger of the Second Foundation; much more so than is our excitable friend here."
"And," grated Anthor, "what is your estimate of that danger?"
"Why, zero."
A short pause, and Elvett Semic asked with an air of surprised disbelief, "You mean zero danger?"
"Certainly. Friends, there is no Second Foundation!" there is no Second Foundation!"
Anthor"s eyelids closed slowly and he sat there, face pale and expressionless.
Munn continued, aftention-centering and loving it, "And what is more, there was never one."
"On what," asked Darell, "do you base this surprising conclusion?"
"I deny," said Munn, "that it is surprising. You all know the story of the Mule"s search for the Second Foundation. But what do you know of the intensity of that search of the single-mindedness of it. He had tremendous resources at his disposal and he spared none of it. He was single-minded and yet he failed. No Second Foundation was found."
"One could scarcely expect it to be found," pointed out Turbor, restlessly. "It had means of protecting itself against inquiring minds."
"Even when the mind that is inquiring is the Mule"s mutant mentality? I think not. But come, you do not expect me to give you the gist of fifty volumes of reports in five minutes. All of it, by the terms of the peace treaty will be part of the Seldon Historical Museum eventually, and you will all be free to be as leisurely in your a.n.a.lysis as I have been. You will find his conclusion plainly stated, however, and that I have already expressed. There is not, and has never been, any Second Foundation."
Semic interposed, "Well, what stopped the Mule, then?"
"Great Galaxy, what do do you suppose stopped him? Death did; as it will stop all of us. The greatest superst.i.tion of the age is that the Mule was somehow stopped in an all-conquering career by some mysterious ent.i.ties superior even to himself. It is the result of looking at everything in wrong focus. you suppose stopped him? Death did; as it will stop all of us. The greatest superst.i.tion of the age is that the Mule was somehow stopped in an all-conquering career by some mysterious ent.i.ties superior even to himself. It is the result of looking at everything in wrong focus.
"Certainly no one in the Galaxy can help knowing that the Mule was a freak, physical as well as mental. He died in his thirties because his ill-adjusted body could no longer struggle its creaking machinery along. For several years before his death he was an invalid. His best health was never more than an ordinary man"s feebleness. All right, then. He conquered the Galaxy and, in the ordinary course of nature, proceeded to die. It"s a wonder he proceeded as long and as well as he did. Friends, it"s down in the very clearest print. You have only to have patience. You have only to try to look at all facts in new focus."
Darell said, thoughtfully, "Good, let us try that Munn. It would be an interesting attempt and, if nothing else, would help oil our thoughts. These tampered men the records of which Anthor brought to us nearly a year ago, what of them? Help us to see them in focus."
"Easily. How old a science is encephalographic a.n.a.lysis? Or, put it another way, how well-developed is the study of neuronic pathways."
"We are at the beginning in this respect. Granted," said Darell.
"Right. How certain can we be then as to the interpretation of what I"ve heard Anthor and yourself call the Tamper Plateau. You have your theories, but how certain can you be. Certain enough to consider it a firm basis for the existence of a mighty force for which all other evidence is negative? It"s always easy to explain the unknown by postulating a superhuman and arbitrary will.
"It"s a very human phenomenon. There have been cases all through Galactic history where isolated planetary systems have reverted to savagery, and what have we learned there? In every case, such savages attribute the to-them-incomprehensible forces of Nature storms, pestilences, droughts to sentient beings more powerful and more arbitrary than men.
"It is called anthropomorphism, I believe, and in this respect, we are savages and indulge in it. Knowing little of mental science, we blame anything we don"t know on supermen those of the Second Foundation in this case, based on the hint thrown us by Seldon."
"Oh," broke in Anthor, "then you do do remember Seldon. I thought you had forgotten. Seldon did say there was a Second Foundation. Get remember Seldon. I thought you had forgotten. Seldon did say there was a Second Foundation. Get that that in focus. in focus.
"And are you you aware then of all Seldon"s purposes. Do you know what necessities were involved in his calculations? The Second Foundation may have been a very necessary scarecrow, with a highly specific end in view. How did we defeat Kalgan, for instance? What were you saying in your last series of articles, Turbor?" aware then of all Seldon"s purposes. Do you know what necessities were involved in his calculations? The Second Foundation may have been a very necessary scarecrow, with a highly specific end in view. How did we defeat Kalgan, for instance? What were you saying in your last series of articles, Turbor?"
Turbor stirred his bulk. "Yes, I see what "You"re driving at. I was on Kalgan towards the end, Darell, and it was quite obvious that morale on the planet was incredibly bad. I looked through their news-records and well. they expected to be beaten. Actually, they were completely unmanned by the thought that eventually the Second Foundation would take a hand, on the side of the First, naturally."
"Quite right," said Munn. "I was there all through the war. I told Stettin there was no Second Foundation and he believed me. He He felt safe. But there was no way of making the people suddenly disbelieve what they had believed all their lives, so that the myth eventually served a very useful purpose in Seldon"s cosmic chess game." felt safe. But there was no way of making the people suddenly disbelieve what they had believed all their lives, so that the myth eventually served a very useful purpose in Seldon"s cosmic chess game."
But Anthor"s eyes opened, quite suddenly, and fixed themselves sardonically on Munn"s countenance. "I say you lie." "I say you lie."
Homir turned pale, "I don"t see that I have to accept, much less answer, an accusation of that nature."
"I say it without any intention of personal offense. You cannot help lying; you don"t realize that you are. But you lie just the same."
Semic laid his withered hand on the young man"s sleeve. "Take a breath, young fella."
Anthor shook him off, none too gently, and said, "I"m out of patience with all of you. I haven"t seen this man more than half a dozen times in my life, yet I find the change in him unbelievable. The rest of you have known him for years, yet pa.s.s it by. It is enough to drive one mad. Do you call this man you"ve been listening to Homir Munn? He is not the Homir Munn I I knew." knew."
A medley of shock; above which Munn"s voice cried, "You claim me to be an impostor?"
"Perhaps not in the ordinary sense," shouted Anthor above the din, "but an impostor nonetheless. Quiet, everyone! I demand to be heard."
He frowned them ferociously into obedience. "Do any of you remember Homir Munn as I do the introverted librarian who never talked without obvious embarra.s.sment; the man of tense and nervous voice, who stuttered out his uncertain sentences? Does this this man sound like him? He"s fluent, he"s confident, he"s fun of theories, and, by s.p.a.ce, he doesn"t stutter. man sound like him? He"s fluent, he"s confident, he"s fun of theories, and, by s.p.a.ce, he doesn"t stutter. Is Is he the same person?" he the same person?"
Even Munn looked confused, and Pelleas Anthor drove on. "Well, shall we test him?"
"How?" asked Darell.
"You ask how? There is the obvious way. You have his encephalographic record of ten months ago, haven"t you? Run one again, and compare." ask how? There is the obvious way. You have his encephalographic record of ten months ago, haven"t you? Run one again, and compare."
He pointed at the frowning librarian, and said violently, "I dare him to refuse to subject himself to a.n.a.lysis."
"I don"t object," said Munn, defiantly. "I am the man I always was."
"Can you you know?" said Anthor with contempt. "I"ll go further. I trust no one here. I want everyone to undergo a.n.a.lysis. There has been a war. Munn has been on Kalgan; Turbor has been on board ship and all over the war areas. Darell and Semic have been absent, too I have no idea where. Only I have remained here in seclusion and safety, and I no longer trust any of the rest of you. And to play fair, I"ll submit to testing as well. Are we agreed then? Or do I leave now and go my own way?" know?" said Anthor with contempt. "I"ll go further. I trust no one here. I want everyone to undergo a.n.a.lysis. There has been a war. Munn has been on Kalgan; Turbor has been on board ship and all over the war areas. Darell and Semic have been absent, too I have no idea where. Only I have remained here in seclusion and safety, and I no longer trust any of the rest of you. And to play fair, I"ll submit to testing as well. Are we agreed then? Or do I leave now and go my own way?"
Turbor shrugged and said, "I have no objection."
"I have already said I don"t," said Munn.
Semic moved a hand in silent a.s.sent, and Anthor waited for Darell. Finally, Darell nodded his head.
"Take me first," said Anthor.
The needles traced their delicate way across the cross-hatchings as the young neurologist sat frozen in the reclining seat, with lidded eyes brooding heavily. From the files, Darell removed the folder containing Anthor"s old encephalographic record. He showed them to Anthor.
"That"s your own signature, isn"t it?"
"Yes, yes. It"s my record. Make the comparison."
The scanner threw old and new on to the screen. All six curves in each recording were there, and in the darkness, Munn"s voice sounded in harsh clarity. "Well, now, look there. There"s a change."
"Those are the primary waves of the frontal lobe. It doesn"t mean a thing, Homir. Those additional jags you"re pointing to are just anger. It"s the others that count."
He touched a control k.n.o.b and the six pairs melted into one another and coincided. The deeper amplitude of primaries alone introduced doubling.
"Satisfied?" asked Anthor.
Darell nodded curtly and took the seat himself. Semic followed him and Turbor followed him. Silently the curves were collected; silently they were compared.
Munn was the last to take his seat. For a moment, he hesitated, then, with a touch of desperation in his voice, he said, "Well now, look, I"m coming in last and I"m under tension. I expect due allowance to be made for that."
"There will be," Darell a.s.sured him. "No conscious emotion of yours will affect more than the primaries and they are not important."
It might have been hours, in the utter silence that followed And then in the darkness of the comparison, Anthor said huskily: "Sure, sure, it"s only the onset of a complex. Isn"t that what he told us? No such thing as tampering; it"s all a silly anthropomorphic notion but look at it! A coincidence I suppose."
"What"s the matter?" shrieked Munn.
Darell"s hand was tight on the librarian"s shoulder. "Quiet, Munn you"ve been handled; you"ve been adjusted by them." them."
Then the light went on, and Munn was looking about him with broken eyes, making a horrible attempt to smile.
"You can"t be serious, surely. There is a purpose to this. You"re testing me."