Foundation and Empire 11. Bride And Groom

THE scuff Less is effn of The mule than of either character of comparable meaning to astronomical account. until now the period of his hugeest reat oncen is k without delayn to us chiefly through the eyes of his ant pastnists and, princip solelyy, through those of a ane-year- h 1st-to- beneficialness bridecyclopedia astronomicaBaytas first sight of harbor was entirely the contrary of spectacular. Her husband pointed it let on(p) a dull star disjointed in the emptiness of the galaxys edge. It was k nightly the last sparse clusters, to w here straggling points of dismount gleamed lonely. And even among these it was poor and inconspicuous.Toran was kinda aw be that as the earliest prelude to wed life, the Red nanus needed impressiveness and his sasss curled self-consciously. I k promptly, Bay It isnt exactly a halal convert, is it? I mean from the invertebrate foot to this.A horrible change, Toran. I should neer expect married you.And when his hardihood sl eep together a wideed momentarily shock, in the lead he caught himself, she signalize with her special cozy tone, all(prenominal) right, silly. nowadays let your lower lip droop and give me that special dying-duck look the one besides sooner youre believed to bury your head on my shoulder, while I crack your pilus full of static electricity. You were fishing for some drivel, werent you? You were expecting me to say Id be happy anywhere with you, Toran or The interstellar depths themselves would be home, my sweet, were you but with me Now you admit it.She pointed a finger at him and snatched it a charge an instant in the beginning his teeth close upon it.He say, If I surrender, and admit youre right, will you evolve dinner?She nodded contentedly. He smiled, and just looked at her.She wasnt beautiful on the wonderful scale to another(prenominal)s he admitted that even if all(prenominal)body did look twice. Her hair was dark and glossy, though straight, her mouth a bit wide but her meticulous, close-textured eyebrows separated a white, unlined forehead from the warmest mahogany eyes ever filled with smiles.And rear end a very sturdily-built and staunchly-defended facade of practical, unromantic, hard-headedness towards life, in that location was just that lesser syndicate of softness that would neer show if you poked for it, but could be reached if you k immature just how and neer let on that you were looking for it.Toran change the controls unnecessarily and decided to relax. He was one interstellar jumpstart, and whence several milli-microparsecs on the straight before manipulation by hand was necessary. He leaned over gagewards to look into the store style, where Bayta was juggling appropriate containers.There was quite a bit of smugness more or less his attitude towards Bayta the satisfied awe that marks the triumph of someone who has been hovering at the edge of an inferiority complex for three years.After all he was a prov incial and not merely a provincial, but the discussion of a renegade bargainer. And she was of the Foundation itself and not merely that, but she could string her ancestry back to Mallow.And with all that, a tiny quiver underneath. To apply her back to harbour, with its rocknroll- human being and countermine-cities was bad enough. To have her face the traditional hostility of bargainer for Foundation nomad for city dweller was worse.Still After supper, the last jumpHaven was an angry crimson blaze, and the second protrudeet was a aureate patch of prosperous with atmosphere-blurred rim and a half-sphere of darkness. Bayta leaned over the considerable thought process table with its spidering of crisscross lines that centered Haven II neatly.She said gravely, I wish I had met your puzzle first. If he let ins a dis bid to me-Then, said Toran matter-of-factly, you would be the first pretty girl to inspire that in him. earlier he lost(p) his arm and stopped roving ar ound the Galaxy, he Well, if you ask him about it, hell talk to you about it till your ears wear conquer to a nubbin. After a while I got to theorizeing that he was embroidering because he never t overaged the same story twice the same way-Haven II was charge up at them now. The landlocked sea go around ponderously below them, slate-gray in the lowering dimness and lost to sight, here and on that point, among the wispy clouds. Mountains jutted raggedly along the coast.The sea became wrinkled with resemblance and, as it veered off past the horizon just at the end, there was one vanishing glimpse of shore-hugging ice fields.Toran grunted under the fierce deceleration, Is your suit locked?Baytas eke out face was round and ruddy in the incasing sponge-foam of the internally-heated, skin-clinging costume.The ship move crunchingly on the open field just short of the lifting of the plateau.They climbed out awkwardly into the squ ar(p) darkness of the outer-galactic night, and Ba yta gasped as the sudden cold bit, and the thin wind swirled emptily. Toran seized her jostle and nudged her into an awkward run over the smooth, packed ground towards the sparking of artificial light in the distance.The advancing guards met them halfway, and after a talk exchange of words, they were taken onward. The wind and the cold disappeargond when the gate of rock opened and then closed behind them. The warm interior, white with wall-light, was filled with an incongruous humming bustle. hands looked up from their desks, and Toran produced documents.They were waved onward after a short glance and Toran whispered to his married woman, protoactinium must have fixed up the preliminaries. The usual slump here is about five hours.They burst into the open and Bayta said on the spur of the moment, Oh, my-The cave city was in daylight the white daylight of a young sun. not that there was a sun, of course. What should have been the sky was lost in the unfocused glow of an over-a ll brilliance. And the warm air was properly thick and fragrant with greenery.Bayta said, Why, Toran, its beautiful.Toran grinned with anxious delight. Well, now, Bay, it isnt like anything on the Foundation, of course, but its the biggest city on Haven II twenty constant of gravitation people, you know and youll get to like it. No amusement palaces, Im afraid, but no secret police either.Oh, Torie, its just like a toy city. Its all white and pink and so clean.Well- Toran looked at the city with her. The houses were two stories high for the most part, and of the smooth vein rock indigenous to the region. The spires of the Foundation were overlooking, and the colossal community houses of the Old Kingdoms but the slightness was there and the individuality a relic of personal initiative in a Galaxy of mass life.He snapped to sudden attention. Bay Theres Dad Right there where Im pointing, silly. Dont you see him?She did. It was just the impression of a large man, waving frantic ally, fingers spread wide as though groping wildly in air. The mystical thunder of a drawn-out shout reached them. Bayta trailed her husband, rushing downwards over the close-cropped lawn. She caught sight of a smaller man, white-haired, intimately lost to view behind the robust One-arm, who still waved and still shouted.Toran cried over his shoulder, Its my fathers half-brother. The one whos been to the Foundation. You know.They met in the grass, laughing and incoherent, and Torans father let out a concluding whoop for sheer joy. He hitched at his short jacket and adjusted the metal-chased belt that was his one concession to luxury.His eyes shifted from one of the youngsters to the other, and then he said, a little out of breath, You picked a rotten day to bring round home, boyWhat? Oh, it is Seldons birthday, isnt it?It is. I had to rent a car to furbish up the gaucherie here, and dragoon Randu to drive it. Not a public vehicle to be had at guns point.His eyes were on Bayta now, and didnt leave. He spoke to her more softly, I have the crystal of you right here and its good, but I arse see the fellow who took it was an amateur.He had the small cube of transparency out of his jacket pocket and in the light the laughing little face within sprang to vivid colored life as a toy dog Bayta.That one said Bayta. Now I wonder why Toran should publicize that caricature. Im surprised you let me come near you, sir.Are you now? diagnose me Fran. Ill have none of this fancy mess. For that, I think you great deal take my arm, and well go on to the car. Till now I never did think my boy knew what he was ever up to. I think Ill change that opinion. I think Ill have to change that opinion.Toran said to his half uncle softly, How is the old man these days? Does he still hound the women?Randu puckered up all over his face when he smiled. When he can, Toran, when he can. There are times when he remembers that his conterminous birthday will be his sixtieth, and that d isheartens him. simply he shouts it down, this evil thought, and then he is himself. He is a Trader of the ancient type. scarce you, Toran. Where did you find such a pretty wife?The young man chuckled and linked arms. Do you requisite a three years account at a gasp, uncle?It was in the small living room of the home that Bayta struggled out of her traveling cloak and hood and shook her hair loose. She sat down, crossing her knees, and re turn the appreciative stare of this large, ruddy man.She said, I know what youre trying to estimate, and Ill help you Age, twenty-four, height, five-four, weight, one-ten, educational specialty, history. She noticed that he always corrupt his stand so as to cover the missing arm. merely now Fran leaned close and said, Since you mention it weight, one-twenty.He laughed loudly at her flush. Then he said to the company in general, You can always tell a womans weight by her upper arm with due experience, of course. Do you want a drink, Bay?Among other things, she said, and they left together, while Toran busied himself at the earmark shelves to check for new additions.Fran returned alone and said, Shell be down later.He lowered himself heavily into the large comer chair and placed his stiff-jointed left stagecoach on the stool before it. The laughter had left his red face, and Toran turned to face him.Fran said, Well, youre home, boy, and Im glad you are. I like your woman. Shes no whining ninny.I married her, said Toran simply.Well, thats another thing altogether, boy. His eyes darkened. Its a foolish way to tie up the future. In my longer life, and more experienced, I never did such a thing.Randu interrupted from the comer where he stood quietly. Now Franssart, what comparisons are you making? Till your crash landing six years ago you were never in one spot long enough to sustain residence requirements for marriage, And since then, who would have you?The one-armed man jerked erect in his crumb and replied hotly, Many , you snowy dotard-Toran said with hasty tact, Its largely a legal formality, Dad. The spot has its conveniences.Mostly for the woman, grumbled Fran.And even if so, agreed Randu, its up to the boy to decide. Marriage is an old custom among the Foundationers.The Foundationers are not fit models for an honest Trader, smoldered Fran.Toran broke in over again, My wife is a Foundationer. He looked from one to the other, and then said quietly, Shes coming.The communion took a general turn after the evening meal, which Fran had spiced with three tales of remembrance composed of equal parts of blood, women, profits, and embroidery. The small televisor was on, and some clubic gambling was playing itself out in an unregarded whisper. Randu had hitched himself into a more comfortable plaza on the low couch and gazed past the slow smoke of his long pipe to where Bayta had knelt down upon the softness of the white fur mat brought back once long ago from a trade mission and now spread out only upon the most ceremonious occasions.You have study history, my girl? he asked, pleasantly.Bayta nodded. I was the despair of my teachers, but I check over a bit, eventually.A citation for scholarship, put in Toran, smugly, thats allAnd what did you learn? proceeded Randu, smoothly.Everything? Now? laughed the girl.The old man smiled gently. Well then, what do you think of the Galactic situation?I think, said Bayta, concisely, that a Seldon crisis is pending and that if it isnt then extraneous with the Seldon plan altogether. It is a failure.(Whew, muttered Fran, from his comer. What a way to speak of Seldon. But he said nothing aloud.)Randu sucked at his pipe speculatively. Indeed? Why do you say that? I was to the Foundation, you know, in my younger days, and I, too, once thought great dramatic thoughts. But, now, why do you say that?Well, Baytas eyes misted with thought as she curled her bare toes into the white softness of the rug and nestled her little chin in one plum p hand, it seems to me that the whole essence of Seldons plan was to create a world let out than the ancient one of the Galactic Empire. It was failing apart, that world, three centuries ago, when Seldon first established the Foundation and if history speaks truly, it was locomote apart of the triple disease of inertia, despotism, and maldistribution of the goods of the universe.Randu nodded slowly, while Toran gazed with proud, luminous eyes at his wife, and Fran in the comer clucked his tongue and carefully refilled his glass.Bayta said, If the story of Seldon is true, he foresaw the complete collapse of the Empire through his Jaws of psychohistory, and was able to predict the necessary cardinal grounds years of barbarism before the establishment of a new Second Empire to restore civilization and culture to humanity. It was the whole film of his life-work to set up such conditions as would insure a speedier rejuvenation,The deep voice of Fran burst out, And thats why he est ablished the two Foundations, admire be to his name.And thats why he established the two Foundations, assented Bayta. Our Foundation was a gathering of the scientists of the dying Empire intended to carry on the scientific discipline and learning of man to new heights. And the Foundation was so situated in space and the historical environment was such that through the careful calculations of his genius, Seldon foresaw that in one megabyte years, it would become a newer, greater Empire.There was a reverent silence.The girl said softly, Its an old story. You all know it. For almost three centuries every human being of the Foundation has known it. But I thought it would be appropriate to go through it just quickly. Today is Seldons birthday, you know, and even if I am of the Foundation, and you are of Haven, we have that in common-She lit a cigarette slowly, and watched the glowing tip absently. The laws of history are as absolute as the laws of natural philosophy, and if the prob abilities of error are greater, it is only because history does not deal with as many humans as physics does atoms, so that individual variations count for more. Seldon predicted a series of crises through the thousand years of growth, each of which would force a new turning of our history into a pre-calculated path. It is those crises which direct us and therefore a crisis must come now.Now she repeated, forcefully. Its almost a century since the last one, and in that century, every vice of the Empire has been repeated in the Foundation. Inertia Our ruling class knows one law no change. Despotism They know one govern force. Maldistribution They know one desire to hold what is theirs.While others starve roared Fran suddenly with a efficiencyy blow of his fist upon the arm of his chair. Girl, your words are pearls. The fat guts on their moneybags ruin the Foundation, while the brave Traders hide their poverty on dregs of worlds like Haven. Its a disgrace to Seldon, a grazeing of dirt in his face, a spewing in his beard. He raised(a) his arm high, and then his face lengthened. If I had my other arm If once they had listed to meDad, said Toran, take it easy.Take it easy. Take it easy, his father mimicked savagely. Well live here and die here forever and you say, take it easy.Thats our modern Lathan Devers, said Randu, gesturing with his pipe, this Fran of ours. Devers died in the slave mines eighty years ago with your husbands great-grandfather, because he lacked wisdom and didnt lack heart-Yes, by the Galaxy, Id do the same if I were he, swore Fran. Devers was the greatest Trader in history greater than the overblown windbag, Mallow, the Foundationers worship. If the cutthroats who lord the Foundation killed him because he love justice, the greater the blood-debt owed them.Go on, girl, said Randu. Go on, or, surely, hell talk a the night and rave all the next day.Theres nothing to go on about, she said, with a sudden gloom. There must be a crisis, but I dont know how to make one. The progressive forces on the Foundation are loaded fearfully. You Traders may have the will, but you are hunted and disunited. If all the forces of good will in and out of the Foundation could combine-Frans laugh was a sibilant jeer. Listen to her, Randu, listen to her. In and out of the Foundation, she says. Girl, girl, theres no hope in the flab-sides of the Foundation. Among them some hold the whip and the rest are whipped dead whipped. Not enough spunk left in the whole rotten world to outface one good Trader.Baytas attempted interruptions broke feebly against the raise wind.Toran leaned over and put a hand over her mouth. Dad, he said, coldly, youve never been on the Foundation. You know nothing about it. I tell you that the tube-shaped structure there is brave and daring enough. I could tell you that Bayta was one of them-All right, boy, no offense. Now, wheres the cause for anger? He was genuinely perturbed.Toran drove on fervently, The troub le with you, Dad, is that youve got a provincial outlook. You think because some hundred thousand Traders scurry into holes on an unwanted planet at the end of nowhere, that theyre a great people. Of course, any tax collector from the Foundation that gets here never leaves again, but thats cheap heroism. What would you do if the Foundation sent a sink?Wed blast them, said Fran, sharply.And get blasted with the balance in their favor. Youre outnumbered, outarmed, outorganized and as soon as the Foundation thinks it worth its while, youll realize that. So you had better seek your allies on the Foundation itself, if you can.Randu, said Fran, looking at his brother like a great, helpless bull.Randu took his pipe away from his lips, The boys right, Fran. When you listen to the little thoughts deep inside you, you know he is. But theyre awkward thoughts, so you drown them out with that roar of yours. But theyre still there. Toran, Ill tell you why I brought all this up.He puffed thou ghtfully awhile, then dipped his pipe into the neck of the tray, waited for the silent flash, and withdrew it clean. Slowly, he filled it again with precise tamps of his little finger.He said, Your little suggestion of Foundations interest in us, Toran, is to the point. There have been two recent visits lately for tax purposes. The trouble point is that the second visitor was accompanied by a light patrol ship. They landed in Gleiar City giving us the miss for a change and they never lifted off again, naturally. But now theyll surely be back. Your father is aware of all this, Toran, he in truth is.Look at the stubborn rakehell. He knows Haven is in trouble, and he knows were helpless, but he repeats his formulas. It warms and protects him. But once hes had his say, and roared his defiance, and feels hes discharged his duty as a man and a Bull Trader, why hes as apt as any of us.Any of who? asked Bayta.He smiled at her. Weve formed a little group, Bayta just in our city. We ha vent done anything, yet. We havent even managed to contact the other cities yet, but its a start.But towards what?Randu shook his head. We dont know-yet. We hope for a miracle. We have decided that, as you say, a Seldon crisis must be at hand. He gestured widely upwards. The Galaxy is full of the chips and splinters of the broken Empire. The generals swarm. Do you suppose the time may come when one will grow coarse?Bayta considered, and shook her head decisively, so that the long straight hair with the individual(a) inward curl at the end swirled about her ears. No, not a chance. Theres not one of those generals who doesnt know that an attack on the Foundation is suicide. atomic number 5 Riose of the old Empire was a better man than any of them, and he attacked with the resources of a galaxy, and couldnt win against the Seldon Plan. Is there one general that doesnt know that?But what if we spur them on?Into where? Into an atomic furnace? With what could you possibly spur them?Wel l, there is one a new one. In this past year or two, there has come word of a strange man whom they call the Mule.The Mule? She considered. Ever hear of him, Torie?Toran shook his head. She said, What about him?I dont know. But he wins victories at, they say, impossible odds. The rumors may be exaggerated, but it would be interesting, in any case, to become acquainted with him. Not every man with sufficient baron and sufficient ambition would believe in Hari Seldon and his laws of psychohistory. We could encourage that disbelief. He might attack.And the Foundation would win.Yes but not necessarily easily. It might be a crisis, and we could take advantage of such a crisis to force a agree with the despots of the Foundation. At the worst, they would forget us long enough to enable us to plan farther.What do you think, Torie?Toran smiled feebly and pulled at a loose embrown curl that fell over one eye. The way he describes it, it cant hurt but who is the Mule? What do you know of him, Randu?Nothing yet. For that, we could use you, Toran. And your wife, if shes willing. Weve talked of this, your father and I. Weve talked of this thoroughly.In what way, Randu? What do you want of us? The young man cast a quick inquisitive look at his wife.Have you had a honeymoon?Well yes if you can call the trip from the Foundation a honeymoon.How about a better one on Kalgan? Its semitropical beaches urine sports bird hunting quite the vacation spot. Its about seven thousand parsecs in-not too far.Whats on Kalgan?The Mule His men, at least. He took it last month, and without a battle, though Kalgans warlord broadcast a threat to blow the planet to noodle dust before giving it up.Wheres the warlord now?He isnt, said Randu, with a shrug. What do you say?But what are we to do?I dont know. Fran and I are old were provincial. The Traders of Haven are all essentially provincial. Even you say so. Our trading is of a very restricted sort, and were not the Galaxy roamers our anc estors were, Shut up, Fran But you two know the Galaxy. Bayta, especially, speaks with a nice Foundation accent. We merely wish whatever you can find out. If you can make contact but we wouldnt expect that. Suppose you two think it over. You can meet our entire group if you wish oh, not before next week. You ought to have some time to catch your breath.There was a smash and then Fran roared, Who wants another drink? I mean, besides me?