They'll probably control the Council after next election."
"Not before?"
Verisof looked at the mayor obliquely.
"There are ways of gaining control besides elections."
"Do you take me for Wienis?"
"No. But repairing the ship will take months and an attack after that is certain.
Our yielding will be taken as a sign of appalling weakness and the addition of the Imperial Cruiser will just about double the strength of Wienis' navy.
He'll attack as sure as I'm a high priest.
Why take chances?
Do one of two things. Either reveal the plan of campaign to the Council, or force the issue with Anacreon now!"
Hardin frowned.
"Force the issue now?
Before the crisis comes?
It's the one thing I mustn't do.
There's Hari Seldon and the Plan, you know."
Verisof hesitated, then muttered,
"You're absolutely sure, then, that there is a Plan?"
"There can scarcely be any doubt," came the stiff reply.
"I was present at the opening of the Time Vault and Seldon's recording revealed it then."
"I didn't mean that, Hardin.
I just don't see how it could be possible to chart history for a thousand years ahead.
Maybe Seldon overestimated himself."
He shriveled a bit at Hardin's ironical smile, and added, "Well, I'm no psychologist,"
"Exactly.
None of us are.
But I did receive some elementary training in my youth - enough to know what psychology is capable of, even if I can't exploit its capabilities myself.
There's no doubt but that Seldon did exactly what he claims to have done.
The Foundation, as he says, was established as a scientific refuge - the means by which the science and culture of the dying Empire was to be preserved through the centuries of barbarism that have begun, to be rekindled in the end into a second Empire."
Verisof nodded, a trifle doubtfully.
"Everyone knows that's the way things are supposed to go.
But can we afford to take chances?
Can we risk the present for the sake of a nebulous future?"
"We must - because the future isn't nebulous.
It's been calculated out by Seldon and charted.
Each successive crisis in our history is mapped and each depends in a measure on the successful conclusion of the ones previous.
This is only the second crisis and Space knows what effect even a trifling deviation would have in the end."
"That's rather empty speculation."
"No!
Hari Seldon said in the Time Vault, that at each crisis our freedom of action would become circumscribed to the point where only one course of action was possible."
"So as to keep us on the straight and narrow?"
"So as to keep us from deviating, yes.
But, conversely, as long as more than one course of action is possible, the crisis has not been reached.
We must let things drift so long as we possibly can, and by space, that's what I intend doing."
Verisof didn't answer.
He chewed his lower lip in a grudging silence.
It had only been the year before that Hardin had first discussed the problem with him - the real problem; the problem of countering Anacreon's hostile preparations.
And then only because he, Verisof, had balked at further appeasement.
Hardin seemed to follow his ambassador's thoughts.
"I would much rather never to have told you anything about this."
"What makes you say that?" cried Verisof, in surprise.