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decline. "
"You know why I want to be First Minister? I want to save the Empire,
Professor Seldon. "
"So do I. But your way, playing political games that's not enough. "
"How about this psychohistory of yours? If I used that "
"It's mine, and it's not ready yet. " Hari didn't say that Lamurk would be the
last person he would give psychohistory to.
"We should work together on this, no matter what happens with the First
Ministership. " Lamurk smiled, obviously quite sure of what would happen.
"Even though you've tried to kill me several times?"
"What? Say, I heard about some attempts, but surely you don't think "
"I just wondered why this post meant so much to you. "
Lamurk dropped his surprised-innocence mask. His lip turned up in a derisive
sneer. "Only an amateur would even ask.
"
"Power alone?"
"What else is there?"
"People. "
"Ha! Your equations ignore individuals. "
"But I don't do it in life. "
"Which proves you're an amateur. One life here or there doesn't matter. To
lead, to really lead, you have to be above sentimentality. "
"You could be right. " He had seen all this before, in the panlike pyramid of
the Empire, in the great game of endless jockeying among the gentry. He
sighed.
Something deflected his attention, a small voice. He turned his head slightly,
sitting back.
The tinny voice came from an insect hovering by his ear.
Walk 'way, it repeated, Walk 'way. "Glad you're coming to your senses, "
Lamurk said. "If you were to step out right now, not force things to a vote "
"Why would I do that?"
Hari got up and strolled to one of the man-sized flowers, hands behind his
back. Best to look as though he were feeling out a deal. "People close to you
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could get hurt. " "Like Yugo?"
"Small stuff. Just a way of leaving my calling card. " "A broken leg. "
Lamurk shrugged. "Could be worse. " "And Panucopia? Was Vaddo your man?"
Lamurk waved one hand. "I don't keep up with details. My people worked with
the Academic
Potentate on that operation, I know that. " "You went to a lot of trouble over
me. " Lamurk's eyes narrowed shrewdly.
"I want a big vote behind me. I try every avenue. " "A bigger vote than you've
got. " "With you throwing support to me right. "
Two insects left a big rosy flower and hovered beside Lamurk. He glanced at
them, swatted at one.
It whirred away. "Could be something in it for you, too. "
"Other than my life?"
Lamurk smiled. "And your wife's, don't forget her. "
"I never forget threats against my wife. "
"A man's got to be realistic. "
Both insects were back. "So I keep hearing. "
Lamurk smirked and sat back, sure of himself now. He opened his mouth
Lightning connected the insects through Lamurk's head.
Hari hit the floor as the burnt-yellow electrical discharge snaked and popped
in the air. Lamurk half rose. The bolt arced into both ears. His eyes bulged.
A thin cry escaped his gaping mouth.
Then it was gone. The insects fell like exhausted cinders.
Lamurk toppled forward. As he fell his arms reached out. His hands opened and
closed convulsively. They failed to grasp anything. The body thumped and
sprawled on the carpet. Arm muscles still jumped and twitched.
Frozen, Hari realized that even in Lamurk's last moment the man had been
reaching out to grab at him.
13.
He hovered in an N-dimensional space, far from politics.
As soon as Hari returned to Streeling, he went into seclusion. The pandemonium
following Lamurk's assassination were the worst hours he had ever spent.
Daneel's advice had proved useful "No matter what I do, remain in your role: a
mathist, troubled but above the fray. "
But the fray was jarring anarchy.
Shouts, accusations, panics. Hari had endured fingers pointed at him, threats.
Lamurk's personal escort drew weapons when Hari finally left the assassination
room. His Specials stunned five of them.
Now all of Trantor, and soon enough the Empire, would be rife with rage and
speculation. The insect-shockers had carried energies stored in tiny
positronic traps, a technology thought to be extinct. Attempts to trace it led
nowhere. In any case, there was no link to Hari. Yet. By tradition,
assassinations were kept at a distance, done by
intermediaries. They were also safer that way. Hari's presence was thus an
argument against his involvement just as
Daneel had predicted. Hari liked that aspect of the matter particularly: a
prediction holding true. In the mob hysteria which followed, no one assumed he
was implicated. Hari also knew his limits, and here they were. He could not
deal with such chaos, except in the broader context of mathematics.
So it was to his familiar, supple abstractions that he fled.
He fanned through dimensions, watching the planes of psychohistory evolve. The
entire Galaxy spread before him, not in its awesome spiral, but in
parameter-space. Fitness peaks rose like ridges and crests. Here were
societies which lasted, while those dwelling in the valleys perished.
Sark. He close-upped the Sark Zone and stepped the dynamical equations at
blurring speed. The New Renaissance would effervesce into lurid cultural
eruptions. Conflicts arose like orange spikes in the fitness-landscape. Stable
peaks collapsed. Runoff from them clogged the valleys, making paths between
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