"You maintain the - uh - mathematics to be valid, I suppose.
"If Dr. Seldon vouches for it, it is valid." "Then we will return."
"Wait.
I have a right to a lawyer.
I demand my rights as an Imperial citizen."
"You shall have them."
And he did.
It was a tall man that eventually entered, a man whose face seemed all vertical lines and so thin that one could wonder whether there was room for a smile.
Gaal looked up.
He felt disheveled and wilted.
So much had happened, yet he had been on Trantor not more than thirty hours.
The man said, "I am Lors Avakim.
Dr. Seldon has directed me to represent you."
"Is that so?
Well, then, look here.
I demand an instant appeal to the Emperor.
I'm being held without cause.
I'm innocent of anything.
Of anything."
He slashed his hands outward, palms down,
"You've got to arrange a hearing with the Emperor, instantly."
Avakim was carefully emptying the contents of a flat folder onto the floor.
If Gaal had had the stomach for it, he might have recognized Cellomet legal forms, metal thin and tapelike, adapted for insertion within the smallness of a personal capsule. He might also have recognized a pocket recorder.
Avakim, paying no attention to Gaal's outburst, finally looked up. He said,
"The Commission will, of course, have a spy beam on our conversation.
This is against the law, but they will use one nevertheless."
Gaal ground his teeth.
"However," and Avakim seated himself deliberately, "the recorder I have on the table, - which is a perfectly ordinary recorder to all appearances and performs it duties well - has the additional property of completely blanketing the spy beam.
This is something they will not find out at once."
"Then I can speak."
"Of course."
"Then I want a hearing with the Emperor."
Avakim smiled frostily, and it turned out that there was room for it on his thin face after all. His cheeks wrinkled to make the room.
He said, "You are from the provinces."
"I am none the less an Imperial citizen. As good a one as you or as any of this Commission of Public Safety."
"No doubt; no doubt.
It is merely that, as a provincial, you do not understand life on Trantor as it is, There are no hearings before the Emperor."
"To whom else would one appeal from this Commission?
Is there other procedure?"
"None. There is no recourse in a practical sense.
Legalistically, you may appeal to the Emperor, but you would get no hearing.
The Emperor today is not the Emperor of an Entun dynasty, you know.
Trantor, I am afraid is in the hands of the aristocratic families, members of which compose the Commission of Public Safety.
This is a development which is well predicted by psychohistory."
Gaal said, "Indeed?
In that case, if Dr. Seldon can predict the history of Trantor three hundred years into the future -"
"He can predict it fifteen hundred years into the future."
"Let it be fifteen thousand.
Why couldn't he yesterday have predicted the events of this morning and warned me. -No, I'm sorry." Gaal sat down and rested his head in one sweating palm,
"I quite understand that psychohistory is a statistical science and cannot predict the future of a single man with any accuracy.