“Yes,” said Hari Seldon wearily, “It was a great triumph. I had a wonderful time. I can hardly wait until I’m seventy so I can repeat it. But the fact is, I’m exhausted.”

“So get yourself a good night’s sleep, Dad,” said Raych, smiling. “That’s an easy cure.”

“I don’t know how well I can relax when I have to see our great leader in a few days.”

“Not alone, you won’t see him,” said Dors Venabili grimly.

Seldon frowned. “Don’t say that again, Dors. It is important for me to see him alone.”

“It won’t be safe with you alone. Do you remember what happened ten years ago when you refused to let me come with you to greet the gardeners?”

“There is no danger of my forgetting when you remind me of it twice a week, Dors. In this case, though, I intend to go alone. What can he want to do to me if I come in as an old man, utterly harmless, to find out what he wants?”

“What do you imagine he wants?” said Raych, biting at his knuckle.

“I suppose he wants what Cleon always wanted. It will turn out that he has found out that psychohistory can, in some way, predict the future and he will want to use it for his own purposes. I told Cleon the science wasn’t up to it nearly thirty years ago and I kept telling him that all through my tenure as First Minister—and now I’ll have to tell General Tennar the same thing.”

“How do you know he’ll believe you?” said Raych.

“I’ll think of some way of being convincing.”

Dors said, “I do not wish you to go alone.”

“Your wishing, Dors, makes no difference.”

At this point, Tamwile Elar interrupted. He said, “I’m the only nonfamily person here. I don’t know if a comment from me would be welcome.”

“Go ahead,” said Seldon. “Come one, come all.”

“I would like to suggest a compromise. Why don’t a number of us go with the Maestro. Quite a few of us. We can act as his triumphal escort, a kind of finale to the birthday celebration. —Now wait, I don’t mean that we will all crowd into the General’s offices. I don’t even mean entering the Imperial Palace grounds. We can just take hotel rooms in the Imperial Sector at the edge of the grounds—the Dome’s Edge Hotel would be just right—and we’ll give ourselves a day of pleasure.”

“That’s just what I need,” snorted Seldon. “A day of pleasure.”

“Not you, Maestro,” said Elar at once. “You’ll be meeting with General Tennar. The rest of us, though, will give the people of the Imperial Sector a notion of your popularity—and perhaps the General will take note also. And if he knows we’re all waiting for your return, it may keep him from being unpleasant.”

There was a considerable silence after that. Finally Raych said, “It sounds too showy to me. It don’t fit in with