Mother Rittah was well into her seventies, perhaps, but had the kind of face that, at first sight, seemed to belie that. Plump cheeks, a little mouth, a small round chin slightly doubled. She was very short—not quite 1.5 meters tall—and had a thick body.

But there were fine wrinkles about her eyes and when she smiled, as she smiled at the sight of them, others broke out over her face. And she moved with difficulty.

“Come in, come in,” she said in a soft high-pitched voice and peered at them as though her eyesight was beginning to fail. “Outsiders … Outworlders even. Am I right? You don’t seem to have the Trantor smell about you.”

Seldon wished she hadn’t mentioned smell. The apartment, overcrowded and littered with small possessions that seemed dim and dusty, reeked with food odors that were on the edge of rancidity. The air was so thick and clinging that he was sure his clothes would smell strongly of it when they left.

He said, “You are right, Mother Rittah. I am Hari Seldon of Helicon. My friend is Dors Venabili of Cinna.”

“So,” she said, looking about for an unoccupied spot on the floor where she could invite them to sit, but finding none suitable.

Dors said, “We are willing to stand, Mother.”

“What?” she looked up at Dors. “You must speak briskly, my child. My hearing is not what it was when I was your age.”

“Why don’t you get a hearing device?” said Seldon, raising his voice.

“It wouldn’t help, Master Seldon. Something seems to be wrong with the nerve and I have no money for nerve rebuilding. —You have come to learn the future from old Mother Rittah?”

“Not quite,” said Seldon. “I have come to learn the past.”

“Excellent. It is such a strain to decide what people want to hear.”

“It must be quite an art,” said Dors, smiling.

“It seems easy, but one has to be properly convincing. I earn my fees.”

“If you have a credit outlet,” said Seldon. “We will pay any reasonable fees if you tell us about Earth—without cleverly designing what you tell us to suit what we want to hear. We wish to hear the truth.”

The old woman, who had been shuffling about the room, making adjustments here and there, as though to make it all prettier and more suitable for important visitors, stopped short. “What do you want to know about Earth?”

“What is it, to begin with?”

The old woman turned and seemed to gaze off into space. When she spoke, her voice was low and steady.

“It is a world, a very old planet. It is forgotten and lost.”

Dors said, “It is not part of history. We know that much.”

“It comes before history, child,” said Mother Rittah solemnly. “It existed in the dawn of the Galaxy and before the dawn. It was the only world with humanity.” She nodded firmly.

Seldon said, “Was another name for Earth …