And when it was all over, Pritcher found himself back in their quarters and took stock of himself.
Carefully – holding his breath – he “felt” his emotions. Certainly he seemed no different to himself, but would he feel any difference? Had he felt different after the Mule’s Conversion? Had not everything seemed natural? As it should have been?
He experimented.
With cold purpose, he shouted inside the silent caverns of his mind, and the shout was, “The Second Foundation must be discovered and destroyed.”
And the emotion that accompanied it was honest hate. There was not as much as a hesitation involved in it.
And then it was in his mind to substitute the word “Mule” for the phrase “Second Foundation” and his breath caught at the mere emotion and his tongue clogged.
So far, good.
But had he been handled otherwise – more subtly? Had tiny changes been made? Changes that he couldn’t detect because their very existence warped his judgment.
There was no way to tell.
But he still felt absolute loyalty to the Mule! If that were unchanged, nothing else really mattered.
He turned his mind to action again. Channis was busy at his end of the room. Pritcher’s thumbnail idled at his wrist communicator.
And then at the response that came he felt a wave of relief surge over him and leave him weak.
The quiet muscles of his face did not betray him, but inside he was shouting with joy – and when Channis turned to face him, he knew that the farce was about over.
FOURTH INTERLUDE
The two Speakers passed each other on the road and one stopped the other.
“I have word from the First Speaker.”
There was a half-apprehensive flicker in the other’s eyes. “Intersection point?”
“Yes! May we live to see the dawn!”
5
One Man and the Mule
There was no sign in any of Channis’ actions that he was aware of any subtle change in the attitude of Pritcher, and in their relations to each other. He leaned back on the hard wooden bench and spread-eagled his feet out in front of him.
“What did you make of the governor?”
Pritcher shrugged: “Nothing at all. He certainly seemed no mental genius to me. A very poor specimen of the Second Foundation, if that’s what he was supposed to be.”
“I don’t think he was, you know. I’m not sure what to make of it. Suppose you were a Second Foundationer,” Channis grew thoughtful, “what would you do? Suppose you had an idea of our purpose here. How would you handle us?”
“Conversion, of course.”
“Like the Mule?” Channis looked up, sharply. “Would we know if they had converted us? I wonder– And what if they were simply psychologists, but very clever ones.”
“In that case, I’d have us killed rather quickly.”
“And our ship? No.” Channis wagged a forefinger. “We’re playing a bluff, Pritcher, old man. It can only be a bluff. Even if they have emotional control down pat, we – you and I – are only fronts. It’s the Mule they must fight, and they’re being just as careful of us as we are of them. I’m assuming that they know who we are.”
Pritcher, stared coldly: “What do you intend doing?”
“Wait.” The word was bitten off. “Let them come to us. They’re worried, maybe about the ship, but probably about the Mule. They bluffed with the governor. It didn’t work. We stayed pat. The next person they’ll send will be a Second Foundationer, and he’ll propose a deal of some sort.”
“And then?”
“And then we make the deal.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Because you think it will double-cross the Mule? It won’t.”
“No, the Mule could handle your double-crosses, any you could invent. But I still don’t think so.”
“Because you think then we couldn’t double-cross the Foundationers?”
“Perhaps not. But that’s not the reason.”
Channis let his glance drop to what the other held in his fist, and said grimly: “You mean that’s the reason.”
Pritcher cradled his blaster, “That’s right. You are under arrest.”
“Why?”
“For treason to the First Citizen of the Union.”
Channis’ lips hardened upon one another: “What’s going on?”