The walk was delightful and Seldon was terribly glad he had given in to the temptation-until they reached a certain spot.
Seldon lifted his cane in a mixture of anger and resignation and said, "Look at that!"
Wanda lifted her eyes. The dome was glowing, as it always did in the evening, in order to lend an air of first twilight. It grew darker as night went on, of course.
What Seldon was pointing at, however, was a strip of darkness along the dome. A section of lights had gone out.
Seldon said, "When I first came to Trantor, anything like that was unthinkable. There were people tending the lights at all times. The city worked, but now it is falling apart in all these little ways and what bothers me most is that no one cares. Why aren't there petitions to the Imperial Palace? Why aren't there meetings of indignation? It is as though the people of Trantor expect the city to be falling apart and then they find themselves annoyed with me because I am pointing out that this is exactly what is happening."
Wanda said softly, "Grandpa, there are two men behind us."
They had walked into the shadows beneath the broken dome lights and Seldon asked, "Are they just walking?"
"No." Wanda did not look at them. She did not have to. "They're after you."
"Can you stop them-push them?"
"I'm trying, but there are two and they are determined. It's-it's like pushing a wall."
"How far behind me are they?"
"About three meters."
"Closing in?"
"Yes, Grandpa."
"Tell me when they're a meter behind me." He slid his hand down his cane till he was holding the thin end, leaving the leaded head swinging free.
"Now, Grandpa!" hissed Wanda.
And Seldon turned, swinging his cane. It came down hard upon the shoulder of one of the men behind him, who went down with a scream, writhing on the pavement.
Seldon said, "Where's the other guy?"
"He took off."
Seldon looked down on the man on the ground and put his foot on his chest. He said, "Go through his pockets, Wanda. Someone must have paid him and I'd like to find his credit file-perhaps I can identify where they came from." He added thoughtfully, "I meant to hit him on the head."
"You'd have killed him, Grandpa."
Seldon nodded. "It's what I wanted to do. Rather shameful. I'm lucky I missed."
A harsh voice said, "What is all this?" A figure in uniform came running up, perspiring. "Give me that cane, you!"
"Officer," said Seldon mildly.
"You can give me your story later. We've got to call an ambulance for this poor man."
"Poor man, " said Seldon angrily. "He was going to assault me. I acted in self-defense."
"I saw it happen," said the security officer. "This guy never laid a finger on you. You turned on him and struck him without provocation. That's not self-defense. That's assault and battery."
"Officer, I'm telling you that-"
"Don't tell me anything. You can tell it in court."
Wanda said in a sweet small voice, "Officer, if you will just listen to us-"
The officer said, "You go along home, young lady."
Wanda drew herself up. "I most certainly won't, Officer. Where my grandfather goes, there go I." Her eyes flashed and the security officer muttered, "Well, come along, then."
18
Seldon was enraged. "I've never been in custody before in my entire life. A couple of months ago eight men assaulted me. I was able to fight them off with the help of my son, but while that was going on was there a security officer in sight? Did people stop to help me? No. This time, I'm better prepared and I knocked a man flat who had been about to assault me. Was there a security officer in sight? Absolutely. She put the collar on me. There were people watching, too, and they were amused at seeing an old man being taken in for assault and battery. What kind of world do we live on?"
Civ Novker, Seldon's lawyer, sighed and said calmly, "A corrupt world, but don't worry. Nothing will happen to you. I'll get you out on bail and then, eventually, you'll come back for trial before a jury of your peers and the most you'll get-the very most-are some hard words from the bench. Your age and your reputation-"
"Forget my reputation," said Seldon, still angry. "I'm a psychohistorian and, at the present time, that is a dirty word. They'll be glad to see me in jail."
"No, they won't," said Novker. "There may be some screwballs who have it in for you, but I'll see to it that none of them gets on the jury."
Wanda said, "Do we really have to subject my grandfather to all this? He's not a young man anymore. Can't we just appear before the magistrate and not bother with a jury trial?"
The lawyer turned to her. "It can be done. If you're insane, maybe. Magistrates are impatient power-mad people who would just as soon put a person into jail for a year as listen to him. No one goes up before a magistrate."
"I think we should," said Wanda.
Seldon said, "Well now, Wanda, I think we ought to listen to Civ-" But as he said that, he felt a strong churning in his abdomen. It was Wanda's "push." Seldon said, "Well-if you insist."
"She can't insist," said the lawyer. "I won't allow it."
Wanda said, "My grandfather is your client. If he wants something done his way, you've got to do it."
"I can refuse to represent him."
"Well then, leave," said Wanda sharply, "and we'll face the magistrate alone."
Novker thought and said, "Very well, then-if you're going to be so adamant. I've represented Hari for years and I suppose I won't abandon him now. But I warn you, the chances are he'll get a jail sentence and I'll have to work like the devil to get it lifted-if I can do it.at all."