Hari Seldon was not having a good day. He had not heard from Raych since his first communique; he had no idea what was happening.
    Aside from his natural concern for Raych's safety (surely he would hear if something really bad had happened), there was his uneasiness over what might be planned.
    It would have to be subtle. A direct attack on the Palace itself was totally out of the question. Security there was far too tight. But if so, what else could be planned that would be sufficiently¹ effective?
    The whole thing was keeping him awake at night and distracted by day.
    The signal light flashed.
    "First Minister. Your two o'clock appointment, sir-"
    "What two o'clock appointment is this?"
    "Mandell Gruber, the gardener. He has the necessary certification."
    Seldon remembered. "Yes. Send him in."
    This was no time to see Gruber, but he had agreed to it in a moment of weakness-the man had seemed distraught. A First Minister should not have such moments of weakness, but Seldon had been Seldon long before he had become First :Minister.
    "Come in, Gruber," he said kindly².
    Gruber stood before him, head ducking mechanically, eyes darting³ this way and that. Seldon was quite certain the gardener had never been in any room as magnificent as this one and he had the bitter urge to say: "Do you like it? Please take it. I don't want it."
    But he only said, "What is it, Gruber? Why are you so unhappy"
    There was no immediate⁴ answer; Gruber merely smiled vacantly.
    Seldon said, "Sit down, man. Right there in that chair."
    "Oh no, First Minister. It would not be fitting. I'll get it dirty."
    "If you do, it will be easy to clean. Do as I say. -Good! Now just sit there a minute or two and gather your thoughts. Then, when you are ready, tell me what's the matter."
    Gruber sat silent for a moment, then the words came out in a panting rush. "First Minister. It is Chief Gardener I am to be. The blessed Emperor himself told me so."

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