Foundation And Chaos (18 page)

“Good. Please retain him on the Project's legal account for scholar and mathist Gaal
Dornick, newly arrived on Trantor. I'm afraid I'm going to have to cut our meeting short
today, counselor. I have to get ready to meet with Dornick. ” “Where is he staying?” “At
the Luxor Hotel. ”

“And when will they arrest him?” Boon asked with a wry smile.

“Tomorrow, ” Hari said, and coughed into his fist. “Sony. It must be the dust from all
these dead hands of law. ” He gestured at the bookfilms.

“Of course, ” Boon said tolerantly.

“Thank you, ” Hari said, and gestured toward the office door. Boon gathered up his
materials and opened the door, then turned to look back at Hari Seldon.

“The trial is in three weeks, professor. That's not a lot of time. ”

“During a Sel-” He interrupted himself. He had almost said “Seldon Crisis. ” “During a
Cusp Time, counselor, an amazing number of things can happen in just three weeks. ” “May I
speak freely, professor?”

“Certainly, ” Hari said, but his tone implied the words had better be few.

“You seem to hold my profession in contempt, yet you claim to be a student of cultural
flows and ebbs. Law is the framework, the stable but growing anatomy of any culture. ”

“I am a flawed man, counselor. I have many lapses. It is my fervent wish that where I err,
other people on my staff will see what I cannot, and correct for my failures. Good day. ”

Linge Chen received Sedjar Boon alone in his personal residence within the Commission
Pavilion and gave him five minutes to describe the meeting with Hari Seldon.

“I admire the man, sire, ” Boon said, “but he does not seem to much care about what's
going to happen. He seemed more concerned about providing counsel for a student or
assistant who arrived on Trantor only a short while ago. ”

“And who is that?”

“Gaal Dornick, sire. ”

“I do not know him. He is new to this Psychohistory Project, is he not?”

“I believe so, sire. ”

“There are fifty working within the University and the library on Seldon's Project, and
that makes Dornick the fifty-first?”

“Yes. ”

"And below these fifty, soon to be fifty-one, there are a hundred thousand, scattered all
over Trantor, with a few thousand stationed on the food allies, and a few hundred working
the receiver stations around the system. None on the defense stations. All are loyal, all
conduct themselves with quiet dedication. Seldon makes himself the lightning rod to divert
attention from all of this other activity. Quite an amazing accomplishment for a

man as ignorant of law and as contemptuous of the minutiae of management as Seldon seems
to be. "

Boon easily caught the implied criticism. “I do not underestimate him, Commissioner. But
you have ordered me to provide him with the very finest legal advice, and he does not seem
at all interested. ”

“Perhaps he knows you report to me. ”

“I doubt that, Commissioner. ”

“It's not likely, but he's a very intelligent man. Have you studied Seldon's psychohistory
papers, counselor?”

“Only insofar as they relate to the charges under which you are likely to try him. ” Boon
looked up with hopeful respect. “It would make my task so much easier if I knew what those
charges might be, Commissioner. ”

Chen returned his gaze with amusement. “No, ” Chen said. “Most of my Greys, and certainly
most of the legals, are of the opinion that Seldon is a harmless and amusing crank,
another rogue meritocrat aspiring to be an eccentric. He's regarded with some affection on
Trantor. Knowledge that he is about to stand trial is already too widespread, counselor.
It might even be to Seldon's advantage to publicize the trial, applying no little pressure
on us to dismiss the charges or call the trial off completely. He could easily publicize
the event as a respected academic, a creative meritocrat of the grand old style being
bullied by the effete and cruel gentry. ”

“Is that a suggestion, Commissioner? It could make a fine defense. ”

“Not at all, ” Chen said sourly. He leaned forward. “Do not expect me to do your work for
you, counselor. Has he discussed this strategy with you?”

“No, sire. ”

“He wants to stand trial. He is using this trial in some way, perhaps because it is
necessary to him. Curious. ”

Boon studied the Chief Commissioner for several seconds, then said, “Permission to speak
freely, Commissioner?”

“Certainly, ” Chen said.

“While it may be true that Seldon's words and predictions could be construed to be
treasonous, it would be far more reasonable for the Commissioners simply to ignore him.
His organization is substantial, to be sure-the largest gathering of intellectuals outside
the University. But it is devoted to peaceful ends-an encyclopedia, so it is said.
Scholarship, purely scholarship! I do not understand your motives for bringing the
professor to trial. Are you using Hari Seldon?”

Chen smiled. “It is my misfortune to be considered omniscient. I am not omniscient, nor am
I politically omnivorous, eating and transforming all those events which occur around me
to my own advantage. ” Chen was obviously unwilling to give any more of an answer than
this.

“Of course not, Commissioner. May I ask one more question-for purely selfish and
professional reasons, to avoid excess effort when there is so much to do, and so little
time?”

“Perhaps, ” Chen said, with a curl of his lip that indicated he was not going to be very
magnanimous.

“Will you have Gaal Dornick arrested, sire?”

Chen considered briefly, then said, “Yes. ”

“Tomorrow, sire?”

“Yes, of course. ”

Boon expressed his gratitude, and to his immense relief, Chen dismissed him.

After the counselor departed, Chen called up his personal records and spent several
minutes chasing down the first mention of trying Seldon for treason, made either by him or
within his presence. Chen could have sworn he had been the first to make the suggestion,
but the records proved him wrong.

Lodovik Trema had been the first to plant the notion, in a very subtle conversation that
had taken place a little less than two years before. Now, the trial was going to prove
both extremely troublesome, and extremely opportune-far more opportune than troublesome! A
small tool with which to sweep

the Palace clean... How could Lodovik have known, so long ago, that it would work out this
way?

Chen closed the files and sat in silence for ten seconds. What would Lodovik have done at
this stage to take maximum political advantage?

The Chief Commissioner drew himself up in his chair and shook loose from a feeling of
despondency. To have come to rely so thoroughly on one man! Surely that was a sign of
weakness.

“I will not think of him again, ” Chen vowed.

Klia woke to a gentle tapping sound on her door and quickly dressed. When she opened the
door, she was disappointed, then glad, to discover that it was not Brann who had been sent
to summon her, but another young man, not a Dahlite and not nearly so handsome.

He was small and shifty-looking, a Misaroan, with a long nose and skin severely marked by
brain fever. He was also without speech, and made his errand known by sign language from
the Borrower's Guild-a language that Klia knew fairly well.

My name is Rock, he told her, clutching his fist and striking it with his other hand to
emphasize his name. Come to talk with the Blank One, he told her, and smiled when he saw
she understood at least part of what he signed.

Blank one? Klia made the double-slash sign of puzzlement across her eyes as she followed
the small man.

With his fingers, he spelled a name out, and she understood. She was to meet with Plussix,
but of course she would not see him. No one ever saw him.

Plussix did not speak while hidden behind a wall, as she had half expected. Klia stood in
a small, smooth-walled cubicle with a glassy cylinder close to one wall and a single hard
chair

close to the opposite wall. In the two other walls there were doors, and one of these shut
quietly as Rock departed with a small grunt and a nod.

The cylinder filled with a pale glow, and a figure took shape within: a well-dressed man
of middle years, with wavy brown hair cut close to his scalp and a blandly pleasant,
somewhat enigmatic expression. His skin was ruddy and his lips very thin, almost ascetic.

Klia had seen telemimics in filmbooks and other entertainments. Wherever Plussix actually
was, this figure would follow his motions slavishly. She could not, of course, use any of
her skills on such an image.

She did not like deceptions, and this was no exception. She sat on the hard chair and
folded her arms.

“You know who I am, ” the figure said, and sat on a ghostly chair within the cylinder.
Tour name is Klia Asgar, of Dahl. Am I correctly informed?"

She nodded.

“You come to us on the advice of Kallusin. It's getting very tough for your kind to
survive on Tranter now, without help. ”

“I suppose, ” she said, drawing her own lips tight.

“You should find it comfortable here. There are many fascinating things within these
warehouses. You could easily spend a lifetime here just studying the history of all we
import. ”

“I don't like history, ” Klia said.

Plussix smiled. “There is rather more of it than any of us can personally use. ”

“Look, I did come here of my own free will-”

“Is there such a thing, in your opinion?”

“Of course, ” Klia said.

“Of course, ” Plussix echoed. “Please forgive me for interrupting. ”

“I was going to say, I find all this a little creepy. The warehouses, the way you hide
yourself-a little creepy. I think maybe I'd like to go it on my own. ”

Plussix nodded. “An understandable wish. Not to be granted, now that you are here, for
reasons I'm sure you understand. ”

“You think I could tell the others where you are. The woman who hunts us. ”

“That is a possibility. ”

“But I wouldn't, I swear it!”

“I appreciate your candor, Klia Asgar, and I hope you appreciate mine. We are in a kind of
war here. You wish to survive the consequences of an irrational force being exerted by
unknown figures. I have my means and my ends. You and your brothers and sisters here are
my means. My ends are not evil, nor are they destructive. They have to do with free will
and the exercise of freedom, which I'm sure you find ironic, under the circumstances. ”

Klia tossed her hair back and clamped her jaw. “Yeah, ” she said tightly.

“You have heard all this before, ” Plussix said. There was not a trace of irony or humor
in his voice, little trace of any emotion at all. The man's words were clear and concise
and altogether a little cold.

“It's what all the tyrants say, ” Klia said.

“Yes. But here, there are benefits to my kind of tyranny. You eat regularly, you do not
have to steal or cheat to live, and you stay out of the way of people who would hurt
you-for the time being, until you are ready. ”

“Ready to do what?”

“From your point of view, to get back at those who have disrupted your life. ”

“I don't care about them. Maybe I'll go with the others and leave this planet for good. ”

Plussix gave the faintest smile.

Klia's face flushed. She had hoped for relief; all she faced here, it seemed, was another
kind of pressure. Until now, she had run before the wave; here, she was squeezed between
that wave and an apparently unyielding surface: Plussix.

“Please think, and take your time. There are good people here, and friendly. The duties
are light. The opportunities for education and self-improvement are many. Physical
training, continuing your schooling-many opportunities indeed. ”

As Plussix spoke these words, Klia read in his tone pleasure, a relaxed and natural
presence, for the first time in their brief interview.

“Are you a teacher?” she asked abruptly.

“Yes, of a kind, ” Plussix said.

“From Imperial schools?”

“No, ” Plussix said. “I have never taught in Imperial schools. Now, may I ask you a few
important questions?”

Klia looked up at the ceiling and did not answer, then felt foolish. “Sure. Go ahead. ”

“How long have you been aware of your persuasive abilities?”

“I get along. That's all I do. ”

“Please. Kallusin assures me you're among the most talented he's encountered. ”

“Since I was a little child, ” Klia said. “I don't remember when. I didn't know everybody
wasn't like me until a few years ago. ”

“Your father is a widower?”

“My mother died when I was four. I miss her. ” And why tell this ghost about your feelings?

“You have been on your own for how many years?”

“Three years. ”

“Doing jobs for various people. Acting as courier, seeking out information... other jobs?
Illegal jobs, sometimes unethical as well, beneath your standards?”

Klia looked away from the image and clasped her hands in her lap. “I made a living. I even
gave my father some money. He didn't turn it down. ”

“No, of course not. Times are difficult in Dahl. Have you met others like yourself?”

“Sometimes. There's Brann. ”

"Brann is remaikable, and different from you, as you've noticed.

Have you met the woman who is helping the police find your kind?"

Klia swallowed. “Never saw her. Felt her, mostly by the way all kinds of dirt breaks
loose. ”

“Have you ever felt her in your mind?”

“Like a feather. Like Brann, maybe, only stronger. Are you a persuader?”

“That is not important. Do you believe you would be better off without your talents?”

Klia had seldom considered this possibility. Sooner ask her if she would be better off
without her ears or her fingers. “No. Well, I sometimes think... ” She stopped.

“Yes?”

“I'd like just to be normal. Plain human like the others. ”