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Chapter 18
Raych sat in the anteroom of a public building in Dahl into which he had never ventured-never could have ventured-as a ragamuffin youth. He felt, in all truth, a little uneasy about it now, as though he were trespassing.
    He tried to look calm, trustworthy, lovable.
    Dad had told him that this was a quality he carried around with him, but he had never been conscious of it. If it came about naturally, he would probably spoil it by trying too hard to seem to be what he really was.
    He tried relaxing while keeping an eye on the official who was manipulating a computer at the desk. The official was not a Dahlite. He was, in fact, Gambol Deen Namarti, who had been with Joranum at the meeting with Dad that Raych had attended.
    Every once in a while, Namarti would look up from his desk and glance at Raych with a hostile glare. This Namarti wasn't buying Raych's lovability. Raych could see that.
    Raych did not try to meet Namarti's hostility with a friendly smile. It would have seemed too artificial. He simply waited. He had gotten this far. If Joranum arrived, as he was expected to, Raych would have a chance to speak to him.
    Joranum did arrive, sweeping in, smiling his public smile of warmth and confidence. Namarti's hand came up and Joranum stopped. They spoke together in low voices while Raych watched intently and tried in vain to seem as if he wasn't. It seemed plain to Raych that Namarti was arguing against the meeting and Raych bridled a bit at that.
    Then Joranum looked at Raych, smiled, and pushed Namarti to one side. It occurred to Raych that, while Namarti was the brains of the team, it was Joranum who clearly had the charisma.
    Joranum strode toward him and held out a plump, slightly moist hand. "Well well. Professor Seldon's young man. How are you?"
    "Fine, thank you, sir."
    "You had some trouble getting here, I understand."
    "Not too much, sir."
    "And you've come with a message from your father, I trust. I hope he is reconsidering his decision and has decided to join me in my great crusade."
    "I don't think so, sir."
    Joranum frowned slightly. "Are you here without his knowledge?"
    "No, sir. He sent me."
    "I see. -Are you hungry, lad?"
    "Not at the moment, sir."
    "Then would you mind if I eat? I don't get much time for the ordinary amenities of life," he said, smiling broadly.
    "It's all right with me, sir."
    Together, they moved to a table and sat down. Joranum unwrapped a sandwich and took a bite. His voice slightly muffled, he said, "And why did he send you, son?"
    Raych shrugged. "I think he thought I might find out something about you that he could use against you. He's heart and soul with First Minister Demerzel."
    "And you're not?"
    "No, sir. I'm a Dahlite."
    "I know you are, Mr. Seldon, but what does that mean?"
    "It means I'm oppressed, so I'm on your side and I want to help you. Of course, I wouldn't want my father to know."
    "There's no reason he should know. How do you propose to help me?" He glanced quickly at Namarti, who was leaning against his desk, listening, with his arms folded and his expression lowering. "Do you know anything about psychohistory?"
    "No, sir. My father don't talk to me about that-and if he did, I wouldn't get it. I don't think he's getting anywhere with that stuff."
    "Are you sure?"
    "Sure I'm sure. There's a guy there, Yugo Amaryl, also a Dahlite, who talks about it sometimes. I'm sure nothing is happening."
    "Ah! And can I see Yugo Amaryl sometime, do you suppose?"
    "I don't think so. He ain't much for Demerzel, but he's all for my father. He wouldn't cross him."
    "But you would?"
    Raych looked unhappy and he muttered stubbornly, "I'm a Dahlite."
    Joranum cleared his throat. "Then let me ask you again. How do you propose to help me, young man?"
    "I've got something to tell you that maybe you won't believe."
    "Indeed? Try me. If I don't believe it, I will tell you so."
    "It's about First Minister Eto Demerzel."
    "Well?"
    Raych looked around uneasily. "Can anyone hear me?"
    "Just Namarti and myself."
    "All right, then listen. This guy Demerzel ain't a guy. He's a robot."
    "What!" explod............
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