Chapter 43 Chapter Thirty-Three

Dors had advised Seldon to take a nap.They were preparing to leave under the cover of "night" between the lights being turned off and on, while the rest of the university was fast asleep.She insisted that he could rest for a while before leaving. "And let you sleep on the floor again?" Seldon asked. She shrugged: "This bed can only accommodate one person. If we insist on squeezing together, neither of us can sleep well." He looked at her longingly for a moment, then said, "Then I'll sleep on the floor this time." "No, no, it's not me who is unconscious in the ice bead."

As a result, neither of them slept.Although they have dimmed the interior lighting.Although the restless hum of Trantor became a lullaby in the fairly quiet campus, Seldon felt that a few words must be said. He said, "Since I came to this college, Dors, I have caused you a lot of trouble and even made you unable to work. Yet I am still sorry that I have to leave you." Dors said, "You won't leave me. We'll go together. Hummin is arranging for me to take a long vacation." Seldon panicked, "I can't ask you to do that." "You didn't. It was Hummin's request. I must protect you. After all, I failed to fulfill my responsibility for the accident on the dome. I should make up for it."

"I told you, please don't feel guilty about that anymore - however, I must admit, I feel much more comfortable with you around. As long as I can be sure, I won't interfere with your life... 一" Dors said softly, "You didn't, Harry, go to sleep." Seldon was silent for a while, then whispered, "Are you sure Hummin can really arrange everything, Dors?" Duo Yan said: "He is an amazing person. His influence is everywhere, and I think this university is no exception. If he said he could arrange an indefinite vacation for me, I am sure he can do it. He A very convincing man."

"I know," said Seldon. "Sometimes I wonder, what does he want from me?" "That's what he told you," said Dors. "He was a man with strong, perfect ideals and dreams." "Sounds like you know him pretty well, Dors." "Well, I know him well." "Is it intimate?" Dors made a strange sound. "I'm not sure what you mean, Harry, but let's use the most offensive explanation. No, I don't know him personally. But what business does it matter to you?" " "I apologize," said Seldon, "I just didn't want to inadvertently violate someone else's..."

"Property? That's even more contemptuous. I think you'd better go to sleep." "I apologize again, Dors, but I can't sleep. At least allow me to change the subject. You haven't explained what the Myrtsson District is, and why I fit in there? What does it look like?" "It's a community with a population of about two million, if I remember correctly. The important thing is that the Myqusen hold a set of traditions that relate to early history, and presumably have very old records, that would be any Not accessible to outsiders. Since you are trying to examine pre-imperial history, they may be more useful to you than orthodox historians. Those early historical issues we were talking about made me think of this area."

"Have you ever looked at their records?" "No, I don't know anyone who has seen it." "So, can you be sure those records really exist?" "Actually, I dare not say. In the minds of many outsiders, they are just a bunch of arrogant people, but this may be quite unfair. They do claim to have those records, and perhaps they do. In any case, we are not there. I will receive any attention. The people of Myrtle never interact with outsiders—now please sleep for a while." This time Seldon finally fell asleep.