"Yes, ma'am. I envy you." He looked back at the first facsimile, and said, "Your identification, Mr. Trevize."
Trevize presented it. Kendray, glancing at it, again looked up in surprise. "Councilman of the Terminus Legislature?"
"That's right."
"High official of the Foundation?"
Trevize said coolly, "Exactly right. So let's get through with this quickly, shall we?"
"You're captain of the ship?"
"Yes, I am."
"Purpose of visit?"
"Foundation security, and that's all the answer I'm going to give you. Do you understand that?"
"Yes, sir. How long do you intend to stay?"
"I don't know. Perhaps a week."
"Very well, sir. And this other gentleman?"
"He is Dr. Janov Pelorat," said Trevize. "You have his signature there and I vouch for him. He is a scholar of Terminus and he is my assistant in this business of my visit."
"I understand, sir, but I must see his identification. Rules are rules, I'm afraid. I hope you understand, sir."
Pelorat presented his papers.
Kendray nodded. "And you, miss?"
Trevize said quietly, "No need to bother the lady. I vouch for her, too."
"Yes, sir. But I need the identification."
Bliss said, "I'm afraid I don't have any papers, sir."
Kendray frowned. "I beg your pardon."
Trevize said, "The young lady didn't bring any with her. An oversight. It's perfectly all right. I'll take full responsibility."
Kendray said, "I wish I could let you do that, but I'm not allowed. The responsibility is mine. Under the circumstances, it's not terribly important. There should be no difficulty getting duplicates. The young woman, I presume, is from Terminus."
"No, she's not."
"From somewhere in Foundation territory, then?"
"As a matter of fact, she isn't."
Kendray looked at Bliss keenly, then at Trevize. "That's a complication, Councilman. It may take additional time to obtain a duplicate from some non-Foundation world. Since you're not a Foundation citizen, Miss Bliss, I must have the name of your world of birth and of the world of which you're a citizen. You will then have to wait for duplicate papers to arrive."
Trevize said, "See here, Mr. Kendray. I see no reason why there need be any delay whatever. I am a high official of the Foundation government and I am here on a mission of great importance. I must not be delayed by a matter of trivial paperwork."
"The choice isn't mine, Councilman. If it were up to me, I'd let you down to Comporellon right now, but I have a thick book of rules that guides my every action. I've got to go by the book or I get it thrown at me. Of course, I presume there must be some Comporellian government figure who's waiting for you. If you'll tell me who it is, I will contact him, and if he orders me to let you through, then that's it."
Trevize hesitated a moment. "That would not be politic, Mr. Kendray. May I speak with your immediate superior?"
"You certainly may, but you can't just see him off-hand-"
"I'm sure he will come at once when he understands he's speaking to a Foundation official-"
"Actually," said Kendray, "just between us, that would make matters worse. We're not part of the Foundation metropolitan territory, you know. We come under the heading of an Associated Power, and we take it seriously. The people are anxious not to appear to be Foundation puppets-I'm using the popular expression only, you understand-and they bend backward to demonstrate independence. My superior would expect to get extra points if he resists doing a special favor for a Foundation official."
Trevize's expression darkened. "And you, too?"
Kendray shook his head. "I'm below politics, sir. No one gives me extra points for anything. I'm just lucky if they pay my salary. And though I don't get extra points, I can get demerits, and quite easily, too. I wish that were not so."
"Considering my position, you know, I can take care of you."
"No, sir. I'm sorry if that sounds impertinent, but I don't think you can. And, sir, it's embarrassing to say this, but please don't offer me anything valuable. They make examples of officials who accept such things and they're pretty good at digging them out, these days."
"I wasn't thinking of bribing you. I'm only thinking of what the Mayor of Terminus can do to you if you interfere with my mission."
"Councilman, I'll be perfectly safe as long as I can hide behind the rulebook. If the members of the Comporellian Presidium get some sort of Foundation discipline, that is their concern, and not mine. But if it will help, sir, I can let you and Dr. Pelorat through on your ship. If you'll leave Miss Bliss behind at the entry station, we'll hold her for a time and send her down to the surface as soon as her duplicate papers come through. If her papers should not be obtainable, for any reason, we will send her back to her world on commercial transportation. I'm afraid, though, that someone will have to pay her fare, in that ease."
Trevize caught Pelorat's expression at that, and said, "Mr. Kendray, may I speak to you privately in the pilot-room?"
"Very well, but I can't remain on board very much longer, or I'll be questioned."
"This won't take long," said Trevize.
In the pilot-room, Trevize made a show of closing the door tightly, then said, in a low voice, "I've been many places, Mr. Kendray, but I've never been anyplace where there has been such harsh emphasis on the minutiae of the rules of immigration, particularly for Foundation people and Foundation officials "