Second Foundation - Isaac Asimov [9]
“Because he has the skills of the First Foundation to draw upon,” came the slightly impatient answer, “and that is the only such reservoir of knowledge in the Galaxy. The Second Foundation must live among the dry crumbs of the broken Galactic empire. There are no pickings there.”
“So then you postulate mental power sufficient to establish their rule over a group of worlds and physical helplessness as well?”
“Comparative physical helplessness. Against the decadent neighboring areas, they are competent to defend themselves. Against the resurgent forces of the Mule, with his background of a mature nuclear economy, they cannot stand. Else, why is their location so well-hidden, both at the start by the founder, Hari Seldon, and now by themselves? Your own First Foundation made no secret of its existence and did not have it made for them, when they were an undefended single city on a lonely planet three hundred years ago.”
The smooth lines of Pritcher’s dark face twitched sardonically. “And now that you’ve finished your deep analysis, would you like a list of all the kingdoms, republics, planet states, and dictatorships of one sort or another in that political wilderness out there that correspond to your description and to several factors besides?”
“All this has been considered then?” Channis lost none of his brashness.
“You won’t find it here, naturally, but we have a completely worked out guide to the political units of the Opposing Periphery. Really, did you suppose the Mule would work entirely hit-and-miss?”
“Well, then,” and the young man’s voice rose in a burst of energy, “what of the Oligarchy of Tazenda?”
Pritcher touched his ear thoughtfully, “Tazenda? Oh, I think I know it. They’re not in the Periphery, are they? It seems to me they’re fully a third of the way toward the center of the Galaxy.”
“Yes. What of that?”
“The records we have place the Second Foundation at the other end of the Galaxy. Space knows it’s the only thing we have to go on. Why talk of Tazenda anyway? Its angular deviation from the First Foundation radian is only about one hundred ten to one hundred twenty degrees anyway. Nowhere near one hundred eighty.”
“There’s another point in the records. The Second Foundation was established at ‘Star’s End.’”
“No such region in the Galaxy has ever been located.”
“Because it was a local name, suppressed later for greater secrecy. Or maybe one invented for the purpose by Seldon and his group. Yet there’s some relationship between ‘Star’s End’ and ‘Tazenda,’ don’t you think?”
“A vague similarity in sound? Insufficient.”
“Have you ever been there?”
“No.”
“Yet it is mentioned in your records.”
“Where? Oh, yes, but that was merely to take on food and water. There was certainly nothing remarkable about the world.”
“Did you land at the ruling planet? The center of government?”
“I couldn’t possibly say.”
Channis brooded about it under the other’s cold gaze. Then, “Would you look at the Lens with me for a moment?”
“Certainly.”
The Lens was perhaps the newest feature of the interstellar cruisers of the day. Actually, it was a complicated computer which could throw on a screen a reproduction of the night sky as seen from any given point of the Galaxy.
Channis adjusted the co-ordinate points and the wall lights of the pilot room were extinguished. In the dim red light at the control board of the Lens, Channis’ face glowed ruddily. Pritcher sat in the pilot seat, long legs crossed, face lost in the gloom.
Slowly, as the induction period passed, the points of light brightened on the screen. And then they were thick and bright with the generously populated star-groupings nearer the Galaxy’s center.
“This,” explained Channis, “is the winter night sky as seen from Trantor. That is the important point that, as far as I know, has been neglected so far in your search. All intelligent orientation must start from Trantor as zero point. Trantor was the capital of the Galactic Empire.