Chapter 68 Chapter Fifty-Four

There was nothing to say all night, and it was not until breakfast the next morning that Dors resumed the subject—in terms that Seldon found most hurtful. She said, "Oh, what a failure yesterday." Seldon's face was solemn, he thought he had escaped the criticism: "Why do you say it was a crushing defeat?" "We get kicked out. For what? What do we get?" "We just know there's a robot in there." "Mycelia Qier said there is no such thing." "Of course he said that. He's a scholar, or thinks he is. There's a little bit about the Sept that he doesn't know might fill the library he frequents. You saw the Elder's reaction. "

"Of course I did." "He wouldn't have reacted that way if there hadn't been a robot in there. Our intelligence freaked him out." "That's just your guess, Harry. We couldn't get in if it was true." "We might try it. We'll go out after breakfast and first buy a shoulder strap, what's called a kimono. I hang it on my body, keep my gaze down reverently, and walk in like that." "What about the fur hat and everything else? They'll recognize you in a microsecond." "No, they won't. Let's go into the library that keeps the aliens' data first. I want to see it anyway. The library is an annex to the church. I speculate that there may be someone who entered the church. The entrance to..."

"You will be arrested as soon as you enter the church." "Absolutely not. You heard what Mycelium Seven-Two said, and everyone kept their eyes down, meditating on their great lost world of Aurora. No one looked at anyone else, maybe it was serious Behavior that violates the precepts. Then, I will be able to find the Elder Pavilion..." "So the answer is easy?" "During the conversation, Mycelium Seven-Two advised me not to try to go up to the Elder's Pavilion. 'Up'! It must be in the tower of the sanctuary, the central tower." Dors shook her head. "I'm not sure what words the man used, and I don't think you can remember. That's too weak a basis... wait a minute." She stopped abruptly, frowning at the same time.

"What's wrong?" Seldon said. "There is an old word 'ge' which means a dwelling on a high place." "Ah! I'll just say it. You see, we've learned something important from your so-called fiasco. If I could find a living robot that was twenty thousand years old, if it could tell me..." "Assuming that such a thing exists—it's unbelievable; and assuming you can find it—it's very unlikely. Under these two premises, you think you can find your whereabouts before your whereabouts are discovered. How long have you been talking to it?"

"I don't know. But if I can prove it exists, if I can find it again, then I will always find a way to talk to it. Now under any circumstances, it is too late for me to back down. In my opinion, psychological When history cannot be established at all, Hummin should let me go. Now it seems to be possible, and nothing can stop me—except kill me." "The Myersen might be forced to do that, Harry. You can't take that risk." "No, I can take the risk, I'm going to try it." "No, Harry. I have to take care of you, I can't let you go." "You must let me go. Finding a way to build psychohistory is more important than my own safety. My safety is important because I might be able to build psychohistory. If you stop me from doing this, your job It doesn’t make sense—think about it.”

Seldon felt a new sense of purpose rising within him.Psychohistory—his nebulous theory that, not so long ago, he had considered hopeless—loomed bigger and bigger and more real.Now, he had to believe it was possible, he felt it in his heart.The pieces of the puzzle seemed to be coming together, and though he couldn't make out the overall picture yet, he was sure the Sanctuary could provide another piece. "I'm going in with you so I can pull you idiot out in time." "Women are not allowed inside." "What makes me look like a woman? It's just this dress. You can't see my breasts in this dress; and when I wear a fur hat, I have a woman's hair on my head. My Clean-washed, unpainted, just like a man, and the men here don't even have short mustaches. All I need is a white dress and shoulder straps, and I can go in. If it weren't for being Taboo restrictions, every sister can do this, I am not restricted by any taboos."

"You are restricted by me, I won't let you do that, it's too dangerous." "It's as dangerous to me as it is to you." "But I must risk it." "Then so do I. Why do your orders trump mine?" "Because..." Seldon stopped suddenly, lost in thought. "You might as well think about it," Dors said in a firm tone. "I won't let you go without me. If you want to try, I'll knock you out and tie you up. If you don't like that , don’t even think about going alone.” Seldon hesitated, and muttered sullenly.He dropped the argument, at least temporarily.