Forward the Foundation Chapter 14

21Gleb Andorin gazed at Namarti through half-closed eyes. He never desire the man, notwith stand up there were times when he akind him less than he usu altogethery did and this was cardinal of those times. Why should Andorin, a Wyan of royal birth (thats what it amounted to, after all) pass on to work with this parvenu, this near-psychotic paranoid?Andorin knew why and he had to endure, withal when Namarti was once again in the process of give nonice (of)ing the story of how he had built up the movement during a period of ten years to its preface pitch of perfection. Did he tell this to every unity(a), oer and over? Or was it just Andorin who was his chosen vessel?Namartis face soak upmed to shine with malignant glee as he said, in an odd singsong, as though it were a bet of rote, Year after year. I worked on those lines, up to now through hopelessness and uselessness, edifice an organization, chip aside at confidence in the government, creating and intensifying dissa tisfaction. When there was the banking crisis and the week of the moratorium, I-He paused on the spur of the moment. Ive told you this many times and youre sick of hearing it, arent you?Andorins lips twitched in a draft dry smile. Namarti was not such an idiot as not to sack out what a bore he was he just couldnt alleviate it. Andorin said, Youve told me this many times. He allowed the remainder of the question to hang in the air, unanswered. The answer, after all, was an obvious affirmative. There was no need to face him with it.A slight flush crossed Namartis discolor face. He said, nevertheless it could subscribe gone on forever-the building, the chipping, without ever coming to a point-if I hadnt had the proper alikel in my hands. And without any effort on my part, the alikel came to me.The gods brought you Planchet, said Andorin neutrally.Youre right. There lead be a group of gardeners entering the majestic Palace grounds soon. He paused and seemed to savor the thou ght.Men and women. get it only to serve as a mask for the handful of our operatives who provide accompany them. Among them exit be you-and Planchet. And what get out pack you and Planchet unusual is that you ordain be carrying blasters.Surely, said Andorin with deliberate malice behind a polite expression, well be stopped at the gates and held for questioning. Bringing an illicit blaster onto the Palace grounds-You wont be stopped, said Namarti, missing the malice. You wont be searched. Thats been arranged. You leading all be greeted as a matter of course by somewhat Palace official. I dont know who would ordinarily be in charge of that task-the Third Assistant Chamberlain in Charge of Grass and Leaves, for all I know-but in this case, it will be Seldon himself. The heavy(p) mathematician will hurry out to greet the new gardeners and welcome them to the grounds.Youre sure of that, I suppose.Of course, I am. Its all been arranged. He will learn, at more or less the last mi nute, that his foster son is among those listed as new gardeners and it will be impossible for him to refrain from coming out to see him. And when Seldon appears, Planchet will raise his blaster. Our people will raise the cry of Treason In the confusion and hurly-burly, Planchet will kill Seldon and consequently you will kill Planchet. You will then drop your blaster and leave. There are those who will help you leave. Its been arranged.Is it absolutely necessary to kill Planchet?Namarti frowned. Why? Do you object to one killing and not to another? When Planchet recovers, do you wish him to tell the authorities all he knows about us? Besides, this is a family feud we are arranging. Dont forget that Planchet is, in actual fact, Raych Seldon. It will looking for as though the two had fired simultaneously-or as though Seldon had given orders that if his son make any hostile move, he was to be shot down. We will see to it that the family angle will be given full publicity. It will be remindful of the bad old days of the Bloody Emperor Manowell. The people of Trantor will surely be repelled by the sheer wickedness of the deed. That, piled on top of all the inefficiencies and breakdowns theyve been witnessing and living through, will raise the cry for a new government-and no one will be able to refuse them, least of all the Emperor. And then well step in.Just like that? nary(prenominal) not just like that. I dont live in a dream world. There is likely to be some interim government, but it will fail. Well see to it that it fails and well come out in the unmortgaged and revive the old Joranumite arguments that the Trantorians micturate never forgotten. And in time-in not too much time-I will be First Minister.And I?Will yettually be the Emperor.Andorin said, The chance of all this working is sharp. This is arranged. That is arranged. The other thing is arranged. All of it has to come together and mesh perfectly or it will fail. Somewhere, someone is bound to me ss up. Its an unacceptable risk.Unacceptable? For whom? For you?Certainly. You expect me to make certain that Planchet will kill his father and you expect me to then kill Planchet. Why me? Arent there tools worth less than I who might more easily be risked?Yes, but to choose anyone else would make failure certain. Who but you has so much riding on this mission that there is no chance you will turn support in a fit of vapors at the last minute?The risk is enormous.Isnt it worth it to you? Youre playing for the Imperial throne.And what risk are you taking, Chief? You will remain here, rather comfortable, and wait to hear the news.Namartis lip curled. What a fool you are, Andorin What an Emperor you will make Do you suppose I take no risk because I will be here? If the gambit fails, if the plot miscarries, if some of our people are taken, do you think they wont tell everything they know? If you were somehow caught, would you face the tender treatment of the Imperial Guard without ev er telling them about me?And with a failed assassination attempt at hand, do you suppose they wont strip Trantor to find me? Do you suppose that in the end they will fail to find me? And when they do find me, what do you suppose I will have to face at their hands? Risk? I run a worse risk than any of you, just sitting here doing nothing. It boils down to this, Andorin. Do you or do you not wish to be Emperor?Andorin said in a low voice, I wish to be Emperor. And so things were put up in motion.22Raych had no trouble seeing that he was being treated with special care. The full group of would-be gardeners was now quartered in one of the hotels in the Imperial Sector, although not one of the prime hotels, of course.The gardeners were an odd lot, from fifty different worlds, but Raych had little chance to speak to any of them. Andorin, without being too obvious about it, had managed to keep him apart from the others.Raych wondered why. It depressed him. In fact, he had been feeling s omewhat depressed since he had left Wye. It interfered with his thinking process and he fought it-but not with entire success.Andorin was himself wearing rough clothes and was attempting to look like a workman. He would be playing the part of a gardener as a way of running the show-whatever the show might be.Raych felt ashamed that he had not been able to penetrate the nature of that show. They had closed in on him and prevented all communication, so he hadnt even had the chance to warn his father. They might be doing this for every Trantorian who had been pushed into the group, for all he knew, just as an extremum precaution. Raych estimated that there might be a dozen Trantorians among them, all of them Namartis people, of course, men and women both.What puzzled him was that Andorin treated him with what was almost affection. He monopolized him, insisted on having all his meals with him, treated him quite differently from the way in which he treated anyone else.Could it be becau se they had shared Manella? Raych did not know enough about the mores of the Wye Sector to be able to tell whether there might not be a polyandrous touch to their society. If two men shared a woman, did that make them, in a way, brotherly? Did it create a bond?Raych had never heard of such a thing, but he knew better than to suppose he had a grasp of even a tiny fraction of the infinite subtleties of galactic societies-even of Trantorian societies.But now that his mind had brought him back to Manella, he dwelled on her for a while. He missed her dreadfully and it occurred to him that missing her might be the cause of his depression, though, to tell the truth, what he was feeling now, as he was finishing lunch with Andorin, was almost despair-though he could think of no cause for it.ManellaShe had said she wanted to visit the Imperial Sector and presumably she could wheedle Andorin to her liking. He was desperate enough to ask a foolish question. Mr. Andorin, I keep wondering if may be you brought Miss Dubanqua along with you. Here, to the Imperial Sector.Andorin looked utterly astonished. Then he laughed gently. Manella? Do you see her doing any gardening? Or even pretending she could? No no, Manella is one of those women invented for our quiet moments. She has no function at all, otherwise. then Why do you ask, Planchet?**Raych shrugged. I dont know. Its sort of dull somewhat here. I sort of thought- His voice trailed away.Andorin watched him carefully. Finally he said, Surely youre not of the opinion that it matters much which woman you are involved with? I assure you it doesnt matter to her which man shes involved with. Once this is over, there will be other women. Plenty of them.When will this be over?Soon. And youre acquittance to be part of it in a very important way. Andorin watched Raych narrowly.Raych said, How important? Arent I gonna be just-a gardener? His voice go awayed hollow and he found himself unable to put a propel in it.Youll be more th an that, Planchet. Youll be going in with a blaster.With a what?A blaster.I never held a blaster. Not in my whole life.Theres nothing to it. You lift it. You point it. You close the contact and someone dies.I cant kill anyone.I thought you were one of us, that you would do anything for the cause.I didnt mean-kill. Raych couldnt seem to adopt his thoughts. Why must he kill? What did they really have in mind for him? And how would he be able to alert the Imperial Guard out front the killing would be carried out?Andorins face hardened suddenly, an instant conversion from friendly interest to stern decision. He said, You must kill.Raych gathered all his authorisation. No. I aint gonna kill nobody. Thats final.Andorin said, Planchet, you will do as you are told.Not murder.Even murder.How you gonna make me?I shall simply tell you to.Raych felt dizzy. What made Andorin so confident?He shook his head. No.Andorin said, Weve been feeding you, Planchet, ever since you left Wye. I made sure you ate with me. I supervised your diet. Especially the meal you just ate.Raych felt the horror rise within him. He suddenly understood. DesperanceExactly, said Andorin. Youre a sharp devil, Planchet.Its illegal.Yes, of course. Sos murder.Raych knew about desperance. It was a chemical modification of a perfectly harmless tranquilizer. The modified form, however, did not produce tranquillity but despair. It had been outlawed because of its use in mind control, though there were persistent rumors that the Imperial Guard used it.Andorin said, as though it were not hard to read Raychs mind, Its called desperance because thats an old word meaning hopelessness. I think youre feeling hopeless.Never, whispered Raych.in truth resolute of you, but you cant fight the chemical. And the more hopeless you feel, the more effective the drug.No chance.Think about it, Planchet. Namarti recognized you at once, even without your mustache. He knows you are Raych Seldon and, at my direction, you are goin g to kill your father.Raych muttered, Not forrader I kill you.He rose from his chair. There should be no problem at all in this. Andorin might be taller, but he was slender and clearly no athlete. Raych would break him in two with one arm-but he swayed as he rose. He shook his head, but it wouldnt clear.Andorin rose, too, and backed away. He drew his right hand from where it had been resting within his left sleeve. He was holding a weapon.He said pleasantly, I came prepared. I have been informed of your prowess as a Heliconian Twister and there will be no hand-to-hand combat.He looked down at his weapon. This is not a blaster, he said. I cant afford to have you killed before you accomplish your task. Its a nervous whip. Much worse, in a way. I will aim at your left shoulder and, believe me, the pain will be so excruciating that the worlds greatest stoic would not be able to endure it.Raych, who had been advancing slowly and grimly, stopped abruptly. He had been dozen years old wh en he had had a taste-a small one-of a neuronic whip. Once struck, no one ever forgets the pain, however long he lives, however full of incidents his life is.Andorin said, Moreover, I will use full strength so that the nerves in your upper arms will be stimulated first into unbearable pain and then damaged into uselessness. You will never use your left arm again. I will spare the right so you can handle the blaster. Now if you sit down and accept matters, as you must, you may keep both arms. Of course, you must eat again so your desperance level increases. Your situation will only worsen.Raych felt the drug-induced despair settle over him and that despair served, in itself, to deepen the effect. His vision was turning double and he could think of nothing to say.Raych only knew that he would have to do what Andorin would tell him to do. He had played the game and he had lost.23No Hari Seldon was almost violent. I dont want you out there, Dors.Dors Venabili stared back at him with an expression as firm as his own. Then I wont let you go, both, Hari.I must be there.It is not your place. It is the Gardener First-Class who must greet these new people.So it is. But Gruber cant do it. Hes a broken man.He must have an assistant of some sort. Or let the old Chief Gardener do it. He holds the king till the end of the year.The old Chief Gardener is too ill. Besides-Seldon hesitated-there are ringers among the gardeners. Trantorians. Theyre here, for some reason. I have the names of every one of them.Have them taken into custody, then. Every last one of them. Its simple. Why are you making it so complex?Because we dont know why theyre here. Somethings up. I dont see what xii gardeners can do, but-No, let me rephrase that. I can see a dozen things they can do, but I dont know which one of those things theyve planned. We will, indeed, take them into custody, but I must know more about everything before its done.We have to know enough to winkle out everyone in the conspir acy from top to ass and we must know enough of what theyre doing to be able to make the proper punishment stick. I dont want to get twelve men and women on what is fundamentally a misdemeanor charge. Theyll plead desperation, the need for a job. Theyll complain that it isnt fair for Trantorians to be excluded. Theyll get plenty of sympathy and well be left looking like fools. We must give them a chance to convict themselves of more than that. Besides-There was a long pause and Dors said wrathfully, Well, whats the new besides?Seldons voice lowered. One of the twelve is Raych, using the alias Planchet.What?Why are you surprised? I sent him to Wye to infiltrate the Joranumite movement and hes succeeded in infiltrating something. I have every faith in him. If hes there, he knows why hes there and he must have some sort of plan to put a spoke in the wheel. But I want to be there, too. I want to see him. I want to be in a position to help him if I can.If you want to help him, have fifty guards of the Palace standing shoulder to shoulder on either side of your gardeners.No. Again, well end up with nothing. The Imperial Guard will be in place but not in evidence. The gardeners in question must think they have a clear hand to do whatever it is they plan to do. Before they can do so, but after they have made it quite plain what they intend-well have them.Thats risky. Its risky for Raych.Risks are something we have to take. Theres more riding on this than individual lives.That is a heartless thing to say.You think I have no heart? Even if it broke, my concern would have to be with psycho-Dont say it. She turned away, as if in pain.I understand, said Seldon, but you mustnt be there. Your presence would be so inappropriate that the conspirators will mistrustful we know too much and will abort their plan. I dont want their plan aborted.He paused, then said softly, Dors, you say your job is to protect me. That comes before protecting Raych and you know that. I wouldnt ins ist on it, but to protect me is to protect psychohistory and the entire human species. That must come first. What I have of psychohistory tells me that I, in turn, must protect the center at all costs and that is what I am trying to do. Do you understand?Dors said, I understand, then turned away from him.Seldon thought And I hope Im right.If he werent, she would never forgive him. Far worse, he would never forgive himself-psychohistory or not.24They were lined up beautifully, feet strewing apart, hands behind their hacks, every one in a natty green uniform, loosely fitted and with wide pockets. There was very little gender derivative instrument and one could only guess that some of the shorter ones were women. The hoods covered whatever hair they had, but then, gardeners were supposed to clip their hair quite short-either sex-and there could be no facial hair.Why that should be, one couldnt say. The word tradition covered it all, as it covered so many things, some useful, some foo lish.Facing them was Mandell Gruber, flanked on either side by an assistant. Gruber was trembling, his wide-opened eyes glazed.Hari Seldons lips tightened. If Gruber could but manage to say, The Emperors gardeners greet you all, that would be enough. Seldon himself would then take over.His eyes swept over the new contingent and he located Raych.His heart jumped a bit. It was the mustacheless Raych in the front row, standing more rigid than the rest, staring straight ahead. His eyes did not move to meet Seldons he showed no sign of recognition, however subtle.Good, thought Seldon. Hes not supposed to. Hes giving nothing away.Gruber muttered a weak welcome and Seldon jumped in.He advanced with an easy stride, putt himself immediately before Gruber, and said, Thank you, Gardener First-Class. Men and women, gardeners of the Emperor, you are to undertake an important task. You will be responsible for the beauty and health of the only open land on our great world of Trantor, capital of th e Galactic Empire. You will see to it that if we dont have the endless vistas of open undomed worlds, we will have a small jewel here that will outshine anything else in the Empire.You will all be under Mandell Gruber, who will shortly become Chief Gardener. He will report to me, when necessary, and I will report to the Emperor. This means, as you can all see, that you will be only three levels removed from the Imperial presence and you will always be under his benign watch. I am certain that even now he is surveying us from the Small Palace, his personal home, which is the building you see to the right-the one with the opal-layered dome-and that he is pleased with what he sees.Before you start work, of course, you will all undertake a course of training that will make you entirely familiar with the grounds and its needs. You will-He had, by this time, moved, almost stealthily, to a point without delay in front of Raych, who still remained motionless, unblinking.Seldon tried not to look unnaturally benign and then a slight frown crossed his face. The person directly behind Raych looked familiar. He might have gone unacknowledged if Seldon had not studied his hologram. Wasnt that Gleb Andorin of Wye? Raychs patron in Wye, in fact? What was he doing here?Andorin must have noticed Seldons sudden regard, for he muttered something between merely opened lips and Raychs right arm, moving forward from behind his back, plucked a blaster out of the wide pocket of his green doublet. So did Andorin.Seldon felt himself going into near-shock. How could blasters have been allowed onto the grounds? Confused, he barely heard the cries of Treason and the sudden noise of running and shouting.All that really occupied Seldons mind was Raychs blaster pointing directly at him and Raych looking at him without any sign of recognition. Seldons mind filled with horror as he realized that his son was going to shoot and that he himself was only seconds from death.25A blaster, despite i ts name, does not blast in the proper sense of the term. It vaporizes and blows out an interior and-if anything-causes an implosion. There is a soft sighing sound, exit what appears to be a blasted object.Hari Seldon did not expect to hear that sound. He expected only death. It was, therefore, with surprise that he heard the distinctive soft sighing sound and he blinked rapidly as he looked down at himself, slackjawed.He was alive? (He thought it as a question, not a statement.)Raych was still standing there, his blaster pointing forward, his eyes glazed. He was absolutely motionless, as though some motive power had ceased.Behind him was the crumpled body of Andorin, fallen in a pool of blood, and standing next to him, blaster in hand, was a gardener. The hood had slipped away the gardener was clearly a woman with freshly clipped hair.She allowed herself a glance at Seldon and said, Your son knows me as Manella Dubanqua. Im a security officer. Do you want my reference number, First Minister?No, said Seldon faintly. Imperial Guard had converged on the scene. My son Whats wrong with my son?Desperance, I think, said Manella. That can be washed out eventually. She reached forward to take the blaster out of Raychs hand. Im sorry I didnt act sooner. I had to wait for an overt move and, when it came, it almost caught me napping.I had the same trouble. We must take Raych to the Palace hospital.A confused noise suddenly emanated from the Small Palace. It occurred to Seldon that the Emperor was, indeed, watching the proceedings and, if so, he must be grandly furious, indeed.Take care of my son, Miss Dubanqua, said Seldon. I must see the Emperor.He set off at an undignified run through the chaos on the Great Lawns and dashed into the Small Palace without ceremony. Cleon could scarcely turn any angrier over that.And there, with an appalled group watching in stupor-there, on the semicircular stairway-was the body of His Imperial Majesty, Cleon I, smashed all but beyond r ecognition. His prolific Imperial robes now served as a shroud. Cowering against the wall, staring stupidly at the horrified faces surrounding him, was Mandell Gruber.Seldon felt he could take no more. He took in the blaster lying at Grubers feet. It had been Andorins, he was sure. He asked softly, Gruber, what have you done?Gruber, staring at him, babbled, Everyone screaming and yelling. I thought, Who would know? They would think someone else had killed the Emperor. But then I couldnt run.But, Gruber. Why?So I wouldnt have to be Chief Gardener. And he collapsed.Seldon stared in shock at the unconscious Gruber.Everything had worked out by the narrowest of margins. He himself was alive. Raych was alive. Andorin was dead and the Joranumite Conspiracy would now be hunted down to the last person.The center would have held, just as psychohistory had dictated.And then one man, for a reason so trivial as to defy analysis, had killed the Emperor.And now, thought Seldon in despair, what do we do? What happens next?