Foundation's Edge Part 25

Quintesetz thought and hesitated for a moment. Then he said, "That is the official belief."

"Obviously," said Trevize, "you don't accept it."

"It seems to me-" Quintesetz began and then burst out, "Oh, Great Stars and Small Planets, I don't! It is entirely too unlikely, but it's official dogma and however secularized the government has become, lip service to that, at least, is essential. -Still, to the point. In your article, J.P., there is no indication that you're aware of this story-of robots and of two waves of colonization, a lesser one with robots and a greater one without."

"I certainly was not," said Pelorat. "I hear it now for the first time and, my dear SQ., I am eternally grateful to you for making this known to me. I am astonished that no hint of this has appeared in any of the writings-"

"It shows," said Quintesetz, "how effective our social system is. It's our Saysh.e.l.lian secret-our great mystery."

"Perhaps," said Trevize dryly. "Yet the second wave of colonization-the robotless wave-must have moved out in all directions. Why is it only on Saysh.e.l.l that this great secret exists?"

Quintesetz said, "It may exist elsewhere and be just as secret. Our own conservatives believe that only Saysh.e.l.l was settled from Earth and that all the rest of the Galaxy was settled from Saysh.e.l.l. That, of course, is probably nonsense."

Pelorat said, "These subsidiary puzzles can be worked out in time. Now that I have the starting point, I can seek out similar information on other worlds. What counts is that I have discovered the question to ask and a good question is, of course, the key by which infinite answers can be educed. How fortunate that I-"

Trevize said, "Yes, Janov, but the good SQ. has not told us the whole story, surely. What happened to the older colonies and their robots? Do your traditions say?"

"Not in detail, but in essence. Human and humanoid cannot live together, apparently. The worlds with robots died. They were not viable."

"And Earth?"

"Humans left it and settled here and presumably (though the conservatives would disagree) on other planets as well."

"Surely not every human being left Earth. The planet was not deserted."

"Presumably not. I don't know."

Trevize said abruptly, "Was it left radioactive?"

Quintesetz looked astonished. "Radioactive?" "That's what I'm asking."

"Not to my knowledge. I never heard of such a thing."

Trevize put a knuckle to his teeth and considered. Finally he said, "S.Q., it's getting late and we have trespa.s.sed sufficiently on your time, perhaps." (Pelorat made a motion as though he were about to protest, but Trevize's hand was on the other's knee and his grip tightened-so Pelorat, looking disturbed, subsided.) Quintesetz said, "I was delighted to be of use."

"You have been and if there's anything we can do in exchange, name it."

Quintesetz laughed gently. "If the good J.P. will be so kind as to refrain from mentioning my name in connection with any writing he does on our mystery, that will be sufficient repayment."

Pelorat said eagerly, "You would be able to get the credit you deserve-and perhaps be more appreciated-if you were allowed to visit Terminus and even, perhaps, remain there as a visiting scholar at our university for an extended period. We might arrange that. Saysh.e.l.l might not like the Federation, but they might not like refusing a direct request that you be allowed to come to Terminus to attend, let us say, a colloquium on some aspect of ancient history."

The Saysh.e.l.lian half-rose. "Are you saying you can pull strings to arrange that?"

Trevize said, "Why, I hadn't thought of it, but J.P. is perfectly right. That would be feasible-if we tried. And, of course, the more grateful you make us, the harder we will try."

Quintesetz paused, then frowned. "What do you mean, sir?"

"All you have to do is tell us about Gaia, S.Q.," said Trevize. And all the light in Quintesetz's face died.

Quintesetz looked down at his desk. His hand stroked absent-mindedly at his short, tightly curled hair. Then he looked at Trevize and pursed his lips tightly. It was as though he were determined not to speak.

Trevize lifted his eyebrows and waited and finally Quintesetz said in a strangled sort of way, "it is getting indeed late-quite glemmering."

Until then he had spoken in good Galactic, but now his words took on a strange shape as though the Saysh.e.l.lian mode of speech were pus.h.i.+ng past his cla.s.sical education.

"Glemmering, S.Q.?"

"It is nearly full night."

Trevize nodded. "I am thoughtless. And I am hungry, too. Could you please join us for an evening meal, S.Q., at our expense? We could then, perhaps, continue our discussion-about Gaia."

Quintesetz rose heavily to his feet. He was taller than either of the two men from Terminus, but he was older and pudgier and his height did not lend him the appearance of strength. He seemed more weary than when they had arrived.

He blinked at them and said, "I forget my hospitality. You are Outworlders and it would not be fitting that you entertain me. Come to my home. It is on campus and not far and, if you wish to carry on a conversation, I can do so in a more relaxed manner there than here. My only regret" (he seemed a little uneasy) "is that I can offer you only a limited meal. My wife and I are vegetarians and if you are meat-eating, I can Only express my apologies and regrets."

Trevize said, "J.P. and I will be quite content to forego our carnivorous natures for one meal. Your conversation will more than make up for it-I hope."

"I can promise you an interesting meal, whatever the conversation," said Quintesetz, "if your taste should run to our Saysh.e.l.lian spices. My wife and I have made a rare study of such things."

"I look forward to any exoticism you choose to supply, S.Q.," said Trevize coolly, though Pelorat looked a little nervous at the prospect.

Quintesetz led the way. The three left the room and walked down an apparently endless corridor, with the Saysh.e.l.lian greeting students and colleagues now and then, but making no attempt to introduce his companions. Trevize was uneasily aware that others stared curiously at his sash, which happened to be one of his gray ones. A subdued color was not something that was de rigueur in campus clothing, apparently.

Finally they stepped through the door and out into the open. It was indeed dark and a little cool, with trees bulking in the distance and a rather rank stand of gra.s.s on either side of the walkway.

Pelorat came to a halt-with his back to the glimmer of lights that came from the building they had just left and from the glows that lined the walks of the campus. He looked straight upward.

"Beautiful!" he said. "There is a famous phrase in a verse by one of our better poets that speaks of 'the speckle-s.h.i.+ne of Saysh.e.l.l's soaring sky."

Trevize gazed appreciately and said in a low voice, "Vie are from Terminus, S.Q., and my friend, at least, has seen no other skies. On Terminus, we see only the smooth dim fog of the Galaxy and a few barely visible stars. You would appreciate your own sky even more, had you lived with ours."

Quintesetz said gravely, "We appreciate it to the full, I a.s.sure you. It's not so much that we are in an uncrowded area of the Galaxy, but that the distribution of stars is remarkably even. I don't think that you will find, anywhere in the Galaxy, first-magnitude stars so generally distributed. -And yet not too many, either. I have seen the skies of worlds that are inside the outer reaches of a globular cl.u.s.ter and there you will see too many bright stars. It spoils the darkness of the night sky and reduces the splendor considerably."

"I quite agree with that," said Trevize.

"Now I wonder," said Quintesetz, "if you see that almost regular pentagon of almost equally bright stars. The Five Sisters, we call them. It's in that direction, just above the line of trees. Do you see it?"

"I see it," said Trevize. "Very attractive."

"Yes," said Quintesetz. "It's supposed to symbolize success in love -and there's no love letter that doesn't end in a pentagon of dots to indicate a desire to make love. Each of the five stars stands for a different stage in the process and there are famous poems which have vied with each other in making each stage as explicitly erotic as possible. In my younger days, I attempted versifying on the subject myself and I wouldn't have thought that the time would come when I would grow so indifferent to the Five Sisters, though I suppose it's the common fate. -Do you see the dim star just about in the center of the Five Sisters."

"That," said Quintesetz, "is supposed to represent unrequited love. There is a legend that the star was once as bright as the rest, but faded with grief." And he walked on rapidly.

The dinner, Trevize had been forced to admit to himself, was delightful. There was endless variety and the spicing and dressing were subtle but effective.

Trevize said, "All these vegetables-which have been a pleasure to eat, by the way-are part of the Galactic dietary, are they not, SQ.?"

"Yes, of course."

"I presume, though, that there are indigenous forms of life, too."

"Of course. Saysh.e.l.l Planet was an oxygen world when the first settlers arrived, so it had to be life-bearing. And we have preserved some of the indigenous life, you may be sure. We have quite extensive natural parks in which both the flora and the fauna of Old Saysh.e.l.l survive."

Pelorat said sadly, "There you are in advance of us, S.Q. There was little land life on Terminus when human beings arrived and I'm afraid that for a long time no concerted effort was made to preserve the sea life, which had produced the oxygen that made Terminus habitable. Terminus has an ecology now that is purely Galactic in nature."

"Saysh.e.l.l," said Quintesetz, with a smile of modest pride, "has a long and steady record of life-valuing."

And Trevize chose that moment to say, "When we left your office, SQ., I believe it was your intention to feed us dinner and then tell us about Gaia."

Quintesetz's wife, a friendly woman-plump and quite dark, who had said little during the meal-looked up in astonishment, rose, and left the room without a word.

"My wife," said Quintesetz uneasily, "is quite a conservative, I'm afraid, and is a bit uneasy at the mention of-the world. Please excuse her. But why do you ask about it?"

"Because it is important for J.P.'s work, I'm afraid."

"But why do you ask it of me? We were discussing Earth, robots, the founding of Saysh.e.l.l. What has all this to do with-what you ask?"

'Perhaps nothing, and yet there are so many oddnesses about the matter. Why is your wife uneasy at the mention of Gaia? Why are you uneasy? Some talk of it easily enough. We have been told only today that Gaia is Earth itself and that it has disappeared into hypers.p.a.ce because of the evil done by human beings."

A look of pain crossed Quintesetz's face. "Who told you that gibberish?"

"Someone I met here at the university."

"That's just superst.i.tion."

"Then it's not part of the central dogma of your legends concerning the Flight?"

"No, of course not. It's just a fable that arose among the ordinary, uneducated people."

"Are you sure?" asked Trevize coldly.

Quintesetz sat back in his chair and stared at the remnant of the meal before him. "Come into the living room," he said. "My wife will not allow this room to be cleared and set to rights while we are here and discussing-this."

"Are you sure it is just a fable?" repeated Trevize, once they had seated themselves in another room, before a window that bellied upward and inward to give a clear view of Saysh.e.l.l's remarkable night sky. The lights within the room glimmered down to avoid compet.i.tion and Quintesetz's dark countenance melted into the shadow.

Quintesetz said, "Aren't you sure? Do you think that any world can dissolve into hypers.p.a.ce? You must understand that the average person has only the vaguest notion of what hypers.p.a.ce is."

"The truth is," said Trevize, "that I myself have only the vaguest notion of what hypers.p.a.ce is and I've been through it hundreds of times."

"Let me speak realities, then. I a.s.sure you that Earth-wherever it is-is not located within the borders of the Saysh.e.l.l Union and that the world you mentioned is not Earth."

"But even if you don't know where Earth is, S.Q., you ought to know where the world I mentioned is. It is certainly within the borders of the Saysh.e.l.l Union. We know that much, eh, Pelorat?"

Pelorat, who had been listening stolidly, started at being suddenly addressed and said, "If it comes to that, Golan, I know where it is."

Trevize turned to look at him. "Since when, Janov?"

"Since earlier this evening, my dear Golan. You showed us the Five Sisters, S.Q., on our way from your office to your house. You pointed out a dim star at the center of the pentagon. I'm positive that's Gaia."

Quintesetz hesitated-his face, hidden in the dimness, was beyond any chance of interpretation. Finally he said, "Well, that's what our astronomers tell us-privately. It is a planet that circles that star."

Trevize gazed contemplatively at Pelorat, but the expression on the professor's face was unreadable. Trevize turned to Quintesetz, "Then tell us about that star. Do you have its co-ordinates?"

"I? No." He was almost violent in his denial. "I have no stellar co-ordinates here. You can get it from our astronomy department, though I imagine not without trouble. No travel to that star is permitted."

"Why not? It's within your territory, isn't it?"

"s.p.a.ciographically, yes. Politically, no."

Trevize waited for something more to be said. When that didn't come, he rose. "Professor Quintesetz," he said formally, "I am not a policeman, soldier, diplomat, or thug. I am not here to force information out of you. Instead, I shall, against my will, go to our amba.s.sador. Surely, you must understand that it is not I, for my own personal interest, that request this information. This is Foundation business and I don't want to make an interstellar incident out of this. I don't think the Saysh.e.l.l Union would want to, either."

Quintesetz said uncertainly, "What is this Foundation business?"

"That's not something I can discuss with you. If Gaia is not something you can discuss with me, then we will transfer it all to the government level and, under the circ.u.mstances, it may be the worse for Saysh.e.l.l. Saysh.e.l.l has kept its independence of the Federation and I have no objection to that. I have no reason to wish Saysh.e.l.l ill and I do not wish to approach our amba.s.sador. In fact, I will harm my own career in doing so, for I am under strict instruction to get this information without making a government matter of it. Please tell me, then, if there is some firm reason why you cannot discuss Gaia. Will you be arrested or otherwise punished, if you speak? Will you tell me plainly that I have no choice but to go to the amba.s.sadorial height?"

"No no," said Quintesetz, who sounded utterly confused. "I know nothing about government matters. We simply don't speak of that world."

"Superst.i.tion?"

'Well, yes! Superst.i.tion! -Skies of Saysh.e.l.l, in what way am I better than that foolish person who told you that Gaia was in hypers.p.a.ce-or than my wife who won't even stay in a room where Gaia is mentioned and who may even have left the house for fear it will be smashed by-"

"Lightning?"

"By some stroke from afar. And I, even I, hesitate to p.r.o.nounce the name. Gaia! Gaia! The syllables do not hurt! I am unharmed! Yet I hesitate. -But please believe me when I say that I honestly don't know the co-ordinates for Gaia's star. I can try to help you get it, if that will help, but let me tell you that we don't discuss the world here in the Union. We keep hands and minds off it. I can tell you what little is known-really known, rather than supposed-and I doubt that you can learn anything more anywhere in these worlds of the Union.

"We know Gaia is an ancient world and there are some who think it is the oldest world in this sector of the Galaxy, but we are not certain. Patriotism tells us Saysh.e.l.l Planet is the oldest; fear tells us Gaia Planet is. The only way of combining the two is to suppose that Gaia is Earth, since it is known that Saysh.e.l.l was settled by Earthpeople.

"Most historians think-among themselves-that Gaia Planet was founded independently. They think it is not a colony of any world of our Union and that the Union was not colonized by Gaia. There is no consensus on comparative age, whether Gaia was settled before or after Saysh.e.l.l was."

Trevize said, "So far, what you know is nothing, since every possible alternative is believed by someone or other."

Quintesetz nodded ruefully. "It would seem so. It was comparatively late in our history that we became conscious of the existence of Gaia. We had been preoccupied at first in forming the Union, then in fighting off the Galactic Empire, then in trying to find our proper role as an Imperial province and in limiting the power of the Viceroys.

"It wasn't till the days of Imperial weakness were far advanced that one of the later Viceroys, who was under very weak central control by then, came to realize that Gaia existed and seemed to maintain its independence from the Saysh.e.l.lian province and even from the Empire itself. It simply kept to itself in isolation and secrecy, so that virtually nothing was known about it, anymore than is now known. The Viceroy decided to take it over. We have no details what happened, but his expedition was broken and few s.h.i.+ps returned. In those days, of course, the s.h.i.+ps were neither very good nor very well led.

"Saysh.e.l.l itself rejoiced at the defeat of the Viceroy, who was considered an Imperial oppressor, and the debacle led almost directly to the re-establishment of our independence. The Saysh.e.l.l Union snapped its ties with the Empire and we still celebrate the anniversary of that event as Union Day. Almost out of grat.i.tude we left Gaia alone for nearly a century, but the time came when we were strong enough to begin to think of a little imperialistic expansion of our own. Why not take over Gaia? Why not at least establish a Customs Union? We sent out a fleet and it was broken, too.

"Thereafter, we confined ourselves to an occasional attempt at trade-attempts that were invariably unsuccessful. Gaia remained in firm isolation and never-to anyone's knowledge-made the slightest attempt to trade or communicate with any other world. It certainly never made the slightest hostile move against anyone in any direction. And then-"

Quintesetz turned up the light by touching a control in the arm of his chair. In the light, Quintesetz's face took on a clearly sardonic expression. He went on, "Since you are citizens of the Foundation, you perhaps remember the Mule."

Trevize flushed. In five centuries of existence, the Foundation had been conquered only once. The conquest had been only temporary and had not seriously interfered with its climb toward Second Empire, but surely no one who resented the Foundation and wished to puncture its self-satisfaction would fail to mention the Mule, its one conqueror. And it was likely (thought Trevize) that Quintesetz had raised the level of light in order that he might see Foundational self-satisfaction punctured.

He said, "Yes, we of the Foundation remember the Mule."

"The Mule," said Quintesetz, "ruled an Empire for a while, one that was as large as the Federation now controlled by the Foundation. He did not, however, rule us. He left us in peace. He pa.s.sed through Saysh.e.l.l at one time, however. We signed a declaration of neutrality and a statement of friends.h.i.+p. He asked nothing more. We were the only ones of whom he asked nothing more in the days before illness called a halt to his expansion and forced him to wait for death. He was not an unreasonable man, you know. He did not use unreasonable force, he was not b.l.o.o.d.y, and he ruled humanely."

"It was just that he was a conqueror," said Trevize sarcastically.