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iron-gray hair was tied tightly back, instead of being worn free in the traditional male style.
    Trevize smiled engagingly. However much an aged opponent strove to make the epithet “boy” sound like an insult, this particular “boy” had the advantage of youth and good looks-and the full awareness of both.
    He said, “It’s true. I’m thirty-two and, therefore, a boy-in a manner of speaking. And I’m a Councilman and, therefore, ex officio, mindless. The first condition is unavoidable. For the second, I can only say I’m sorry.”
    “Do you know what you’ve done? Don’t stand there and strive for wit. Sit down. Put your mind into gear, if you can, and answer me rationally.”
    “I know what I’ve done. I’ve told the truth as I’ve seen it.”
    “And on this day you try to defy me with it? On this one day when my prestige is such that I could pluck you out of the Council Chamber and arrest you, with no one daring to protest?”
    “The Council will recover its breath and it will protest. They may be protesting now. And they will listen to me all the more for the persecution to which you are subjecting me.”
    “No one will listen to you, because if I thought you would continue what you have been doing, I would continue to treat you as a traitor to the full extent of the law.”
    “I would then have to be tried.. I’d have my day in court.”
    “Don’t count on that. A Mayor’s emergency powers are enormous, even if they are rarely used.”
    “On what grounds would you declare an emergency?”
    “I’ll invent the grounds. I have that much ingenuity left, and I do not fear taking the political risk. Don’t push me, young man. We are going to come to an agreement here or you will never be free again. You will be imprisoned for the rest of your life. I guarantee it.
    They stared at each other: Branno in gray, Trevize in multishade brown.
    Trevize said, “What kind of an agreement?”
    “Ah. You’re curious. That’s better. Then we can engage in conversation instead of confrontation. What is your point of view?”
    “You know it well. You have been crawling in the mud with Councilman Compor, have you not?”
    “I want to hear it from you-in the light of the Seldon Crisis just passed.”
    “Very well, if that’s what you want-Madam Mayor!” (He had been on the brink of saying “old woman.”) “The image of Seldon was too correct, too impossibly correct after five hundred years. It’s the eighth time he has appeared, I believe. On some occasions, no one was there to hear him. On at least one occasion, in the time of Indbur III, what he had to say was utterly out of synchronization with reality but that was in the time of the Mule, wasn’t it? But when, on any of those occasions, was he as correct as he was now?”
    Trevize allowed himself a small smile. “Never before, Madam Mayor, as far as our recordings of the past are concerned, has Seldon managed to describe the situation so perfectly, in all its smallest details.”
    Branno said, “Is it your suggestion that the Seldon appearance, the holographic image, is faked; that the Seldon recordings have been prepared by a contemporary such as myself, perhaps; that an actor was playing the Seldon role?”
    “Not impossible, Madam Mayor, but that’s not what I mean. The truth is far worse. I believe that it is Seldon’s image we see, and that his description of the present moment in history is the description he prepared five hundred years ago. I have said as much to your man, Kodell, who carefully guided me through a charade in which I seemed to support the superstitions of the unthinking Foundationer.”
    “Yes. The recording will be used, if necessary, to allow the Foundation to see that you were never really in the opposition.”
    Trevize spread his arms. “But I am. There is no Seldon Plan in the sense that we believe there is, and there hasn’t been for perhaps two centuries. I have suspected that for years now, and what we went