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help themselves.”
    “The times make the man,” said the third man. “There’s another proverb for you.”
    “You can’t count on that, not with absolute assurance,” grunted Forell. “Now the way it seems to me is this. If this is the fourth crisis, then Seldon has foreseen it. If he has, then it can be beaten, and there should be a way of doing it.
    “Now The Empire is stronger than we; it always has been. But this is the first time we are in danger of its direct attack, so that strength becomes terribly menacing. If it can be beaten, it must be once again as in all past crises by a method other than pure force. We must find the weak side of our enemy and attack it there.”
    “And what is that weak side?” asked the fourth man. “Do you intend advancing a theory?”
    “No. That is the point I’m leading up to. Our great leaders of the past always saw the weak points of their enemies and aimed at that. But now–“
    There was a helplessness in his voice, and for a moment none volunteered a comment.
    Then the fourth man said, “We need spies.”
    Forell turned to him eagerly. “Right! I don’t know when the Empire will attack. There may be time.”
    “Hober Mallow himself entered the Imperial dominions,” suggested the second man.
    But Forell shook his head. “Nothing so direct. None of us are precisely youthful; and all of us are rusty with red-tape and administrative detail. We need young men that are in the field now–“
    “The independent traders?” asked the fourth man.
    And Forell nodded his, head and whispered, “If there is yet time–“

Foundation 2 - Foundation and Empire
    3. THE DEAD HAND
    Bel Riose interrupted his annoyed stridings to look up hopefully when his aide entered. “Any word of the Starlet?”
    “None. The scouting party has quartered space, but the instruments have detected nothing. Commander Yume has reported that the Fleet is ready for an immediate attack in retaliation.”
    The general shook his head. “No, not for a patrol ship. Not yet. Tell him to double – Wait! I’ll write out the message. Have it coded and transmitted by tight beam.”
    He wrote as he talked and thrust the paper at the waiting officer. “Has the Siwennian arrived yet?”
    “Not yet.”
    “Well, see to it that he is brought in here as soon as he does arrive.”
    The aide saluted crisply and left. Riose resumed his caged stride.
    When the door opened a second time, it was Ducem Barr that stood on the threshold. Slowly, in the footsteps of the ushering aide, he stepped into the garish room whose ceiling was an ornamented holographic model of the Galaxy, and in the center of which Bel Riose stood in field uniform.
    “Patrician, good day!” The general pushed forward a chair with his foot and gestured the aide away with a “That door is to stay closed till I open it.”
    He stood before the Siwennian, legs apart, hand grasping wrist behind his back, balancing himself slowly, thoughtfully, on the balls of his feet.
    Then, harshly, “Patrician, are you a loyal subject of the Emperor?”
    Barr, who had maintained an indifferent silence till then, wrinkled a noncommittal brow. “I have no cause to love Imperial rule.”
    “Which is a long way from saying that you would be a traitor.”
    “True. But the mere act of not being a traitor is also a long way from agreeing to be an active helper.”
    “Ordinarily also true. But to refuse your help at this point,” said Riose, deliberately, “will be considered treason and treated as such.”
    Barr’s eyebrows drew together. “Save your verbal cudgels for your subordinates. A simple statement of your needs and wants will suffice me here.”
    Riose sat down and crossed his legs. “Barr, we had an earlier discussion half a year ago.”
    “About your magicians?”
    “Yes. You remember what I said I would do.”
    Barr nodded. His arms rested limply in his lap. “You were going to visit them in their haunts, and you’ve been away these four