But he just shook his head at her.
“Father,” she cried, “I knew. The more I thought, the surer I was. It just made sense.”
There was that lost look in her father’s eyes, “It’s no good, Arcadia. Its no good. Intuition is suspicious when concerned with the Second Foundation. You see that, don’t you? It might have been intuition – and it might have been control!”
“Control! You mean they changed me? Oh, no. No, they couldn’t.” She was backing away from him. “But didn’t Anthor say I was right? He admitted it. He admitted everything. And you’ve found the whole bunch right here on Trantor. Didn’t you? Didn’t you?” She was breathing quickly.
“I know, but– Arcadia, will you let me make an encephalographic analysis of your brain?’
She shook her head violently, “No, no! I’m too scared.”
“Of me, Arcadia? There’s nothing to be afraid of. But we must know. You see that, don’t you?”
She interrupted him only once, after that. She clutched at his arm just before the last switch was thrown. “What if I am different, Father? What will you have to do?”
“I won’t have to do anything, Arcadia. If you’re different, well leave. Well go back to Trantor, you and I, and … and we won’t care about anything else in the Galaxy.”
Never in Darell’s life had an analysis proceeded so slowly, cost him so much, and when it was over, Arcadia huddled down and dared not look. Then she heard him laugh and that was information enough. She jumped up and threw herself into his opened arms.
He was babbling wildly as they squeezed one another, “The house is under maximum Mind Static and your brain-waves are normal. We really have trapped them, Arcadia, and we can go back to living.”
“Father,” she gasped, “can we let them give us medals now?”
“How did you know I’d asked to be left out of it?” He held her at arm’s mind; you know everything. All right, you can have your medal on a platform, with speeches.”
“And Father?”
“Yes?”
“Can you call me Arkady from now on.”
“But– Very well, Arkady.”
Slowly the magnitude of the victory was soaking into him and saturating him. The Foundation – the First Foundation – now the only Foundation – was absolute master of the Galaxy. No further barrier stood between themselves and the Second Empire – the final fulfillment of Seldon’s Plan.
They had only to reach for it–
Thanks to–
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The Answer That Was True
An unlocated room on an unlocated world!
And a man whose plan had worked.
The First Speaker looked up at the Student, “Fifty men and women,” he said. “Fifty martyrs! They knew it meant death or permanent imprisonment and they could not even be oriented to prevent weakening – since orientation might have been detected. Yet they did not weaken. They brought the plan through, because they loved the greater Plan.”
“Might they have been fewer?” asked the Student, doubtfully.
The First Speaker slowly shook his head, “It was the lower limit. Less could not possibly have carried conviction. In fact, pure objectivism would have demanded seventy-five to leave margin for error. Never mind. Have you studied the course of action as worked out by the Speakers’ Council fifteen years ago?”
“Yes, Speaker.”
“And compared it with actual developments?”
“Yes, Speaker.” Then, after a pause–
“I was quite amazed, Speaker.”
“I know. There is always amazement. If you knew how many men labored for how many months – years, in fact – to bring about the polish of perfection, you would be less amazed. Now tell me what happened – in words. I want your translation of the mathematics.”
“Yes, Speaker.” The young man marshaled his thoughts. “Essentially, it was necessary for the men of the First Foundation to be thoroughly convinced that they had located and destroyed the Second Foundation. In that way, there would be reversion to the intended original. To all intents, Terminus would once again know nothing about us; include us in none of their calculations. We are hidden once more, and safe – at the cost of fifty men.”
“And the purpose of the Kalganian war?”