"The news that the Terminus City ultrawave set received two hours ago.
The Royal Governor of the Prefect of Anacreon has assumed the title of king."
"Well? What of it?"
"It means," responded Hardin, "that we're cut off from the inner regions of the Empire.
We've been expecting it but that doesn't make it any more comfortable.
Anacreon stands square across what was our last remaining trade route to Santanni and to Trantor and to Vega itself.
Where is our metal to come from?
We haven't managed to get a steel or aluminum shipment through in six months and now we won't be able to get any at all, except by grace of the King of Anacreon."
Pirenne tch-tched impatiently.
"Get them through him, then."
"But can we?
Listen, Pirenne, according to the charter which established this Foundation, the Board of Trustees of the Encyclopedia Committee has been given full administrative powers.
I, as Mayor of Terminus City, have just enough power to blow my own nose and perhaps to sneeze if you countersign an order giving me permission.
It's up to you and your Board then.
I'm asking you in the name of the City, whose prosperity depends upon uninterrupted commerce with the Galaxy, to call an emergency meeting-"
"Stop!
A campaign speech is out of order.
Now, Hardin, the Board of Trustees has not barred the establishment of a municipal government on Terminus.
We understand one to be necessary because of the increase in population since the Foundation was established fifty years ago, and because of the increasing number of people involved in non-Encyclopedia affairs.
But that does not mean that the first and only aim of the Foundation is no longer to publish the definitive Encyclopedia of all human knowledge.
We are a State-supported, scientific institution, Hardin.
We cannot - must not - will not interfere in local politics."
"Local politics!
By the Emperor's left toe, Pirenne, this is a matter of life and death.
The planet, Terminus, by itself cannot support a mechanized civilization.
It lacks metals. You know that.
It hasn't a trace of iron, copper, or aluminum in the surface rocks, and precious little of anything else.
What do you think will happen to the Encyclopedia if this watchmacallum King of Anacreon clamps down on us?"
"On us?
Are you forgetting that we are under the direct control of the Emperor himself?
We are not part of the Prefect of Anacreon or of any other prefect.
Memorize that!
We are part of the Emperor's personal domain, and no one touches us.
The Empire can protect its own."
"Then why didn't it prevent the Royal Governor of Anacreon from kicking over the traces? And only Anacreon?
At least twenty of the outermost prefects of the Galaxy, the entire Periphery as a matter of fact, have begun steering things their own way.
I tell you I feel damned uncertain of the Empire and its ability to protect us."
"Hokum!
Royal Governors, Kings - what's the difference?
The Empire is always shot through with a certain amount of politics and with different men pulling this way and that.
Governors have rebelled, and, for that matter, Emperors have been deposed, or assassinated before this.
But what has that to do with the Empire itself?
Forget it, Hardin. It's none of our business.
We are first of all and last of all-scientists.
And our concern is the Encyclopedia.
Oh, yes, I'd almost forgotten. Hardin!"
"Well?"
"Do something about that paper of yours!" Pirenne's voice was angry.
"The Terminus City Journal?
It isn't mine; it's privately owned.