Prelude to Foundation - Isaac Asimov [108]
"Climb it?"
"It must, in the nature of things, lead to the aerie-if it leads anywhere. Do you want to see the aerie or don't you?"
Together they stepped toward the staircase and began the climb.
They went up three flights and, as they did, the light level decreased perceptibly and in steady increments. Seldon took a deep breath and whispered, "I consider myself to be in pretty good shape, but I hate this."
"You're not used to this precise type of physical exertion." She showed no signs of physical distress whatever.
At the top of the third flight the stairs ended and before them was another door.
"And if it's locked?" said Seldon, more to himself than to Dors. "Do we try to break it down?"
But Dors said, "Why should it be locked when the lower door was nor? If this is the Elders' aerie, I imagine there's a taboo on anyone but Elders coming here and a taboo is much stronger than any lock."
"As far as those who accept the taboo are concerned," said Seldon, but he made no move toward the door.
"There's still time to turn back, since you hesitate," said Dors. "In fact, I would advise you to rum back."
"I only hesitate because I don't know what we'll find inside. If it's empty-"
And then he added in a rather louder voice, "Then it's empty," and he strode forward and pushed against the entry panel.
The door retracted with silent speed and Seldon took a step back at the surprising flood of light from within.
And there, facing him, eyes alive with light, arms half-upraised, one foot slightly advanced before the other, gleaming with a faintly yellow metallic shine, was a human figure. For a few moments, it seemed to be wearing a tight-fitting tunic, but on closer inspection it became apparent that the tunic was part of the structure of the object.
"It's the robot," said Seldon in awe, "but it's metallic."
"Worse than that," said Dors, who had stepped quickly to one side and then to the other. "Its eyes don't follow me. Its arms don't as much as tremble. It's not alive-if one can speak of robots as being alive."
And a man-unmistakably a man-stepped out from behind the robot and said, "Perhaps not. But I am alive."
And almost automatically, Dors stepped forward and took her place between Seldon and the man who had suddenly appeared.
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Seldon pushed Dors to one side, perhaps a shade more roughly than he intended. "1 don't need protection. This is our old friend Sunmaster Fourteen."
The man who faced them, wearing a double sash that was perhaps his right as High Elder, said, "And you are Tribesman Seldon."
"Of course," said Seldon.
"And this, despite her masculine dress, is Tribeswoman Venabili."
Dors said nothing.
Sunmaster Fourteen said, "You are right, of course, tribesman. You are in no danger of physical harm from me. Please sit down. Both of you. Since you are not a Sister, tribeswoman, you need not retire. There is a seat for you which, if you value such a distinction, you will be the first woman ever to have used."
"I do not value such a distinction," said Dors, spacing her words for emphasis.
Sunmaster Fourteen nodded. "That is as you wish. I too will sit down, for I must ask you questions and I do not care to do it standing."
They were sitting now in a corner of the room. Seldon's eyes wandered to the metal robot.
Sunmaster Fourteen said, "It if a robot."
"I know," said Seldon briefly.
"I know you do," said Sunmaster Fourteen with similar curtness. "But now that we have settled that matter, why are you here?"
Seldon gazed steadily at Sunmaster Fourteen and said, "To see the robot."
"Do you know that no one but an Elder is allowed in the aerie?"
" I did not know that, but I suspected it."
"Do you know that no tribesperson is allowed in the Sacratorium?"
"I was told that."
"And you ignored the fact, is that it?"
"As I said, we wanted to see the robot."
"Do you know that no woman, even a Sister, is allowed in the Sacratorium except at certain stated-and