Foundation and Empire 14. The Mutant

The rep zephyr shed on Kalgan is an institution peculiar unto itself, born(p) of the need for the tendency of the vast number of ships brought in by the visitors from abroad, and the simultaneous and consequent vast need for living accommodations for the same. The original bright one who had thought of the provable solution had quickly be occur a millionaire. His heirs by birth or finance were easily among the richest on Kalgan.The hangar spreads fatly everyplace squ be miles of territory, and hangar does non describe it at whole sufficiently. It is essenti eachy a hotel for ships. The traveller pays in advance and his ship is awarded a berth from which it laughingstock engage off into quadriceps femoris at each desired moment. The visitor on that pointfore represents in his ship as always. The ordinary hotel services such as the replacement of food and medical supplies at special rates, simple-minded help of the ship itself, special intra-Kalgan transportation f or a nominal sum ar to be had, of course.As a result, the visitor combines hangar space and hotel distinction into one, at a saving. The owners sell temporary use of ground space at ample profits. The government collects huge taxes. Everyone has fun. Nobody loses. SimpleThe reality who made his way shore the shadow-borders of the wide corridors that connected the multitudinous move of the hangar had in the former(prenominal) speculated on the novelty and usefulness of the scheme described above, exactly these were reflections for idle moments distinctly unsuitable at present.The ships hulked in their height and breadth down the languish lines of carefully aligned cells, and the military soulnel discarded line after line. He was an expert at what he was doing now and if his preliminary study of the hangar registry had failed to give particula move upd information beyond the doubtful indication of a specific fly one containing hundreds of ships his specialized bangled ge could winnow those hundreds into one. in that location was the ghost of a sigh in the silence, as the firearm s bakshisped and faded down one of the lines a crawling insect beneath the nonice of the big-chested metal monsters that rested at that place.Here and there the sparkling of light from a porthole would indicate the presence of an early come holder from the organized pleasures to simpler or to a greater extent(prenominal) private pleasures of his own.The man halted, and would hire smiled if he ever smiled. Certainly the convolutions of his genius performed the mental equivalent of a smile.The ship he stopped at was sleek and on the expression of it fast. The peculiarity of its design was what he unavoidablenessed. It was not a usual model and these days well-nigh of the ships of this quadrant of the galaxy every last(predicate) imitated keister design or were built by cornerstone technicians. and when this was special. This was a Foundation ship if o nly because of the tiny bulges in the cutis that were the nodes of the protective screen that only a Foundation ship could possess. there were other indications, too.The man felt no hesitation.The electronic barrier string across the line of the ships as a concession to privacy on the part of the management was not at all important to him. It part easily, and without activating the alarm, at the use of the very special neutralizing force he had at his disposal.So the first hit the hayledge within the ship of the interloper without was the casual and almost friendly signal of the muted buzzer in the ships living room that was the result of a palm laid over the little photocell conscionable one side of the main air lock.And while that successful search went on, Toran and Bayta felt only the most fluid security within the steel walls of the Bayta. The scuffs goofball who had reported that within his trap compass of body he held the lordly name of Magnifico Giganticus, sat ro und- hindquartersed over the table and gobbled at the food mold before him.His sad, brownish eyeball lifted from his meat only to follow Baytas movements in the have kitchen and larder where he ate.The thanks of a weak one are of exclusively little value, he muttered, but you have them, for truly, in this past week, little but scraps have come my way and for all my body is small, yet is my appetite unseemly commodious.Well, therefore, eat give tongue to Bayta, with a smile. Dont waste your time on thanks. Isnt there a Central Galaxy proverb near gratitude that I once perceive?Truly there is, my lady. For a wise man, I have been told, once said, Gratitude is best and most effective when it does not evaporate itself in empty phrases. merely alas, my lady, I am but a mass of empty phrases, it would seem. When my empty phrases happy the scuff, it brought me a court dress, and a grand name for, see you, it was sooner simply Bobo, one that pleases him not and wherefore wh en my empty phrases pleased him not, it would consider upon my myopic bones beatings and whippings.Toran entered from the pilot room, Nothing to do now but wait, Bay. I hope the scuff is capable of down the stairsstanding that a Foundation ship is Foundation territory.Magnifico Giganticus, once Bobo, open his eyes wide and exclaimed, How great is the Foundation before which even the cruel servants of the Mule tremble.Have you heard of the Foundation, too? asked Bayta, with a little smile.And who has not? Magnificos voice was a underground whisper. There are those who arrange it is a world of great magic, of fires that roll in the hay consume planets, and secrets of mighty ability. They say that not the highest nobility of the Galaxy could light upon the honor and deference considered only the natural due of a simple man who could say I am a citizen of the Foundation, were he only a salvage miner of space, or a nothing uniform myself.Bayta said, Now, Magnifico, youll never finish if you make speeches. Here, Ill get you a little flavored milk. Its unplayful.She placed a pitcher of it upon the table and motioned Toran out of the room.Torie, what are we divergence to do now about him? and she motioned towards the kitchen.How do you mean?If the Mule comes, are we going to give him up?Well, what else, Bay? He sounded harassed, and the gesture with which he shoved backrest the moist curl upon his forehead testified to that.He continued impatiently, Before I came here I had a motley of vague idea that all we had to do was to ask for the Mule, and then get down to business fairish business, you get by, nothing definite.I know what you mean, Torie. I wasnt much hoping to see the Mule myself, but I did think we could pick up some firsthand knowledge of the mess, and then pass it over to people who know a little more about this interstellar intrigue. Im no storybook spy.Youre not bottom me, Bay. He folded his arms and frowned. What a situation Youd nev er know there was a person like the Mule, except for this last queer break. Do you suppose hell come for his clown?Bayta looked up at him. I dont know that I want him to. I dont know what to say or do. Do you?The inner buzzer sounded with its intermittent burring noise. Baytas lips moved wordlessly, The MuleMagnifico was in the doorway, eyes wide, his voice a whimper, The Mule?Toran murmured, Ive got to let them in.A contact opened the air lock and the outer door unopen behind the newcomer. The electronic scanner showed only a single shadowed figure.Its only one person, said Toran, with open relief, and his voice was almost shaky as he bent toward the signal tube, Who are you?Youd better let me in and find out, hadnt you? The speech came thinly out the receiver.Ill inform you that this is a Foundation ship and so Foundation territory by international treaty.I know that. come down with your arms free, or Ill shoot. Im well-armed.DoneToran opened the inner door and closed contact on his blast pistol, thumb hovering over the pressure point. There was the sound of footsteps and then the door swung open, and Magnifico cried out, Its not the Mule. Its but a man.The man bowed to the clown somberly, Very accurate. Im not the Mule. He held his hands apart, Im not armed, and I come on a tranquillityful errand. You might uncompress and put the blast pistol away. Your hand isnt steady enough for my peace of mind.Who are you? asked Toran, brusquely.I might ask you that, said the stranger, coolly, since youre the one under false pretenses, not I.How so?Youre the one who claims to be a Foundation citizen when theres not an authorized Trader on the planet.Thats not so. How would you know?Because I am a Foundation citizen, and have my papers to prove it. Where are yours?I think youd better get out.I think not. If you know anything about Foundation methods, and despite your imposture you might, youd know that if I dont return alive to my ship at a specified time, therell be a signal at the nearest Foundation headquarters so I doubt if your weapons will have much effect, practically speaking.There was an fatigued silence and then Bayta said, calmly, Put the blaster away, Toran, and take him at heart value. He sounds like the real thing.Thank you, said the stranger.Toran put his gas on the chair beside him, Suppose you explain all this now. The stranger remained standing. He was long of bone and large of limb. His face consisted of hard flat planes and it was somehow evident that he never smiled. But his eyes lacked hardness.He said, intelligence agency travels quickly, especially when it is apparently beyond belief. I dont suppose theres a person on Kalgan who doesnt know that the Mules men were kicked in the teeth today by two tourists from the Foundation. I knew of the important details before evening, and, as I said, there are no Foundation tourists aside from myself on the planet. We know about those things.Who are the we?We are we Myself f or one I knew you were at the repair shed you had been overheard to say so. I had my ways of checking the registry, and my ways of finding the ship.He turned to Bayta suddenly, Youre from the Foundation by birth, arent you?Am I?Youre a member of the republican opposition they call it the underground. I dont remember your name, but I do the face. You got out only recently and wouldnt have if you were more important.Bayta shrugged, You know a lot.I do. You escaped with a man. That one?Does it matter what I say?No. I merely want a thorough uncouth understanding. I believe that the password during the week you left so hurriedly was Seldon, Hardin, and Freedom. Porfirat Hart was your sectionalisation leader. Whered you get that? Bayta was suddenly fierce. Did the police get him? Toran held her back, but she shook herself loose and advanced.The man from the Foundation said quietly, Nobody has him. Its just that the underground spreads widely and in queer places. Im Captain Han P ritcher of Information, and Im a section leader myself never mind under what name.He waited, then said, No, you dont have to believe me. In our business it is better to overdo suspicion than the opposite. But Id better get past the preliminaries.Yes, said Toran, suppose you do.May I sit down? Thanks. Captain Pritcher swung a long leg across his knee and let an arm swing loose over the back of the chair. Ill become out by saying that I dont know what all this is about from your angle. You two arent from the Foundation, but its not a hard make that youre from one of the independent Trading worlds. That doesnt bother me overmuch. But out of curiosity, what do you want with that fellow, that clown you snatched to safety? Youre risking your life to hold on to him.I cant tell you that.Hm-m-m. Well, I didnt think you would. But if youre waiting for the Mule himself to come behind a fan farthestade of horns, drums, and electric organs relax The Mule doesnt educate that way.What? It ca me from both Toran and Bayta, and in the comer where Magnifico lurked with ears almost visibly expanded, there was a sudden joyful start.Thats right. Ive been trying to contact him myself, and doing a rather more thorough job of it than you two amateurs can. It wont work. The man makes no personal appearance, does not allow himself to be photographed or simulated, and is seen only by his most loose associates.Is that supposed to explain your interest in us, captain? questioned Toran.No. That clown is the key. That clown is one of the very few that have seen him. I want him. He may be the proof I need and I need something, Galaxy knows to awaken the Foundation.It needs awakening? broke in Bayta with sudden sharpness. Against what? And in what role do you act as alarm, that of rebel democrat or of secret police and provocateur?The captains face set in its hard lines. When the entire Foundation is threatened, Madame Revolutionary, both democrats and autocrats perish. Let us save th e tyrants from a greater, that we may overthrow them in their turn.Whos the greater tyrant you speak of? flared Bayta.The Mule I know a bit about him, enough to have been my finis several times over already, if I had moved less nimbly. Send the clown out of the room. This will consume privacy.Magnifico, said Bayta, with a gesture, and the clown left without a sound.The captains voice was toilsome and intense, and low enough so that Toran and Bayta drew close.He said, The Mule is a shrewd operator far too shrewd not to gain the advantage of the magnetism and glamour of personal leadership. If he gives that up, its for a campaign. That reason must be the fact that personal contact would reveal something that is of arouse importance not to reveal.He waved aside questions, and continued more quickly, I went back to his birthplace for this, and questioned people who for their knowledge will not live long. Few enough are still alive. They remember the baby born thirty years before the death of his mother his strange youth. The Mule is not a human beingAnd his two listeners drew back in horror at the misty implications. Neither understood, fully or fleetly, but the menace of the phrase was definite.The captain continued, He is a mutant, and obviously from his subsequent career, a highly successful one. I dont know his powers or the exact extent to which he is what our thrillers would call a window pane, but the rise from nothing to the conqueror of Kalgans warlord in two years is revealing. You see, dont you, the danger? net a genetic accident of unpredictable biological properties be taken into account in the Seldon plan?Slowly, Bayta spoke, I dont believe it. This is some sort of complicated trickery. Why didnt the Mules men kill us when they could have, if hes a superman?I told you that I dont know the extent of his mutation. He may not be ready, yet, for the Foundation, and it would be a sign of the greatest wisdom to remain firm provocation until r eady. Now let me speak to the clown.The captain faced the quiver Magnifico, who obviously distrusted this huge, hard man who faced him.The captain began slowly, Have you seen the Mule with your own eyes?I have but too well, view sir. And felt the weight of his arm with my own body as well.I have no doubt of that. Can you describe him?It is frightening to reminiscence him, respected sir. He is a man of mighty frame. Against him, even you would be but a spindling. His hair is of a burning crimson, and with all my strength and weight I could not pull down his arm, once extend not a hairs thickness. Magnificos thinness seemed to collapse upon itself in a cower of arms and legs. Often, to amuse his generals or to amuse only himself, he would deflect me by one finger in my belt from a horrible height, while I chattered poetry. It was only after the twentieth verse that I was withdrawn, and each improvised and each a perfect rhyme, or else start over. He is a man of overpowering mig ht, respected sir, and cruel in the use of his power and his eyes, respected sir, no one sees.What? Whats that last?He wears spectacles, respected sir, of a curious nature. It is said that they are opaque and that he sees by a powerful magic that far transcends human powers. I have heard, and his voice was small and mysterious, that to see his eyes is to see death that he kills with his eyes, respected sir.Magnificos eyes wheeled quickly from one honoring face to another. He quavered, It is true. As I live, it is true. Bayta drew a long breath, Sounds like youre right, captain. Do you want to take over?Well, lets look at the situation. You dont owe anything here? The hangars barrier above is free?I can leave any time.Then leave. The Mule may not regard to antagonize the Foundation, but he runs a frightful risk in letting Magnifico get away. It probably accounts for the hue and cry after the poor devil in the first place. So there may be ships waiting for you upstairs. If youre lo st in space, whos to pin the crime?Youre right, agreed Toran, bleakly.However, youve got a shield and youre probably speedier than anything theyve got, so as soon as youre clear of the atmosphere make the circle in neutral to the other hemisphere, then just cut a track outwards at top acceleration.Yes, said Bayta coldly, and when we are back on the Foundation, what then, captain?Why, you are then co-operative citizens of Kalgan, are you not? I know nothing to the contrary, do I?Nothing was said. Toran turned to the controls. There was an imperceptible lurch.It was when Toran had left Kalgan sufficiently far in the rear to attempt his first interstellar jump, that Captain Pritchers face first creased slightly for no ship of the Mule had in any way attempted to bar their leaving.Looks like hes letting us occupy off Magnifico, said Toran. Not so good for your story.Unless, corrected the captain, he wants us to carry him off, in which case its not so good for the Foundation.It was aft er the last jump, when within neutral-flight distance of the Foundation, that the first hyperwave news pass around reached the ship.And there was one news item barely mentioned. It seemed that a warlord strange by the bored speaker had made representations to the Foundation concerning the forceful abduction of a member of his court. The announcer went on to the sports news.Captain Pritcher said icily, Hes one step ahead of us after all. Thoughtfully, he added, Hes ready for the Foundation, and he uses this as an ease for action. It makes things more difficult for us. We will have to act before we are really ready.