Seldon strode into Amaryl's office, unannounced.
    "Yugo," he said abruptly, "the session with General Tennar has been postponed." He seated himself in a rather pettish manner.
    It took Amaryl his usual few moments to disconnect his mind from his work. Looking up finally, he said, "What was his excuse?"
    "It wasn't he. Some of our mathematicians arranged a week's postponement so that it wouldn't interfere with the birthday celebration. I find all of this to be extremely annoying."
    "Why did you let them do that?"
    "I didn't. They just went ahead and arranged things." Seldon shrugged. "In a way, it's my fault. I've whined so long about turning sixty that everyone thinks they have to cheer me up with festivities."
    Amaryl said, "Of course, we can use the week."
    Seldon sat forward, immediately tense. "Is something wrong?"
    "No. Not that I can see, but it won't hurt to examine it further. Look, Hari, this is the first time in nearly thirty years that psychohistory has leached the point where it can actually make a prediction. It's not much of one-it's j............