Forward the Foundation - Isaac Asimov [180]
Linn was well known as "Tennar's lackey" and knew that was how he was known. It did not bother him. As lackey, he was safe-and he had seen the downfall of those who had been too proud to be lackeys.
The time might, of course, come when Tennar himself would be buried in the ever-changing junta panorama, but Linn felt, with a certain amount of philosophy, that he would be aware of it in time and save himself. -Or he might not. There was a price for everything.
"No reason why you can't found a dynasty, General," said Linn. Many others have done it in the long Imperial history. Still, it takes lime. The people are slow to adapt. It is usually only the second or even third of the dynasty who is fully accepted as Emperor."
"I don't believe that. I need merely announce myself as new Em1wror. Who will dare quarrel with that? My grip is tight."
"So it is, General. Your power is unquestioned on Trantor and in most of the Inner Worlds, yet it is possible that many in the farther Outer Worlds will not just yet-accept a new Imperial dynasty."
"Inner Worlds or Outer Worlds, military force rules all. That is an old Imperial maxim."
"And a good one," said Linn, "but many of the provinces have armed forces of their own, nowadays, that they may not use on your behalf. These are difficult times."
"You counsel caution, then."
"I always counsel caution, General."
"And someday you may counsel it once too often."
Linn bent his head. "I can only counsel what seems to me to be good and useful to you, General."
"As in your constant harping to me about this Hari Seldon."
"He is your greatest danger, General."
"So you keep saying, but I don't see it. He's just a college professor."
Linn said, "So he is, but he was once First Minister."
"I know, but that was in Cleon's time. Has he done anything since? With times being difficult and with the governors of the provinces being fractious, why is a professor my greatest danger?"
"It is sometimes a mistake," said Linn carefully (for one had to be careful in educating the General), "to suppose that a quiet unobtrusive man can be harmless. Seldon has been anything but harmless to those he has opposed. Twenty years ago the Joranumite movement almost destroyed Cleon's powerful First Minister, Eto Demerzel."
Tennar nodded, but the slight frown on his face betrayed his effort to remember the matter.
"It was Seldon who destroyed Joranum and who succeeded Demerzel as First Minister. The Joranumite movement survived, however, and Seldon engineered its destruction, too, but not before it succeeded in bringing about the assassination of Cleon."
"But Seldon survived that, didn't he?"
"You are perfectly correct. Seldon survived."
"That is strange. To have permitted an Imperial assassination should have meant death for a First Minister."
"So it should have. Nevertheless, the junta has allowed him to live. It seemed wiser to do so."
"Why?"
Linn sighed internally. "There is something called psychohistory, General."
"I know nothing about that," said Tennar flatly.
Actually he had a vague memory of Linn trying to talk to him on a number of occasions concerning this strange collection of syllables. He had never wanted to listen and Linn had known better than to push the matter. Tennar didn't want to listen now, either, but there seemed to be a hidden urgency in Linn's words. Perhaps, Tennar thought, he had now better listen.
"Almost no one knows anything about it," said Linn, "yet there are a few-uh-intellectuals, who find it of interest."
"And what is it?"
"It is a complex system of mathematics."
Tennar shook his head. "Leave me out of that, please. I can count my military divisions. That's all the mathematics I need."
"The story is," said Linn, "that psychohistory may make it possible to predict the future."
The General's eyes bulged.