Raych had no trouble seeing that he was being treated with special care. The whole group of would-be gardeners was now quartered in one of the hotels in the Imperial Sector¹, although not one of the prime hotels, of course.
    The gardeners were an odd lot, from fifty different worlds, but Raych had little chance to speak to any of them. Andorin, without being too obvious about it, had managed to keep him apart from the others.
    Raych wondered why. It depressed² him. In fact, he had been feeling somewhat depressed since he had left Wye. It interfered³ with his thinking process and he fought it-but not with entire success.
    Andorin was himself wearing rough clothes and was attempting to look like a workman. He would be playing the part of a gardener as a way of running the "show"-whatever the "show" might be.
    Raych felt ashamed that he had not been able to penetrate⁴ the nature of that "show." They had closed in on him and prevented all communication, so he hadn't even had the chance to warn his father. They might be doing this for every Trantorian who had been pushed into the group, for all he knew, just as an extreme precaution. Raych estimated that there might be a dozen Trantorians among them, all of them Namarti's people, of course, men and women both.
    What puzzled him was that Andorin treated him with what was almost affection. He monopolized⁵ him, insisted on having all his meals with him, treated him quite differently from the way in which he treated anyone else.
    Could it be because they had shared Manella? Raych did not know enough about the mores⁶ of the Wye Sector to be able to tell whether there might not be a polyandrous touch to their society. If two men shared a woman, did that make them, in a way, fraternal? Did it create a bond?
    Raych had never heard of such a thing, but he knew better than to suppose he had a grasp of even a tiny fraction of the infinite

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