The Warmth of a Soul
Hello, It's me again!
Dics.: I don't own Mrs. Asimov's chars. So, the Mule is not mine L (sights)
- It was hopeless! - Was the only thing he could think of.
Since he arrived to his home he couldn't think of anything else, but this! His dismal failure! And What a FAILURE! He planned everythig, he never missed the opportunity, but he failed! And only because he listened to his Heart. A bitter smile appeared in the corner of his lips. How many times he heard people saying, that he is a heartless monster. Now, at least he could prove, that he has a Heart! But does it really worth the cost? The whole Galaxy should be in his hands now! If only he could found the Second Foundation.
- Bayta, why? - He asked, but he didn't waited a reply - Why you were so different? Why could you love me, as the silly little freak? You were so kind to me, and I was so hungry for love! Your love and kindness blinded me! - He wanted to say more, but suddenly tears filled his eyes.
There he was. The ruler of many planets and nations, the feared, mysterious shadow, and he was alone. Painfully alone. He wished to be that silly little clown one more time. How different his life was then, when he was entertaining the tourists on the beach.
Suddenly he felt strange, strong desire for the real sunshine, for the sand under his feat, and for the long never-ending wanderings on the streets, and on the beach.
- Pritcher! - he yelled to his communicator - Come to my room, in this instant!
- Yes Sir! - Was the short reply, and a moments later Han Pritcher was standing in his door.
- Pritcher, I'll be away for a few days, maybe for a week, I want you to keep everything in order until I'm back! Understand? - he asked not looking at Pritcher's suprised face, while he was collecting his disguises.
- I understand it sir, but why do you have to go? And where?
- I'm the ruler of a huge empire, am I not? I do deserve a few days of holiday sometimes!
- But sir! Where do you wish to go? Which planet? Which hotel? What kind of wheickle do you wish to…? - he was interrupted by the Mule.
- You're asking so much Pritcher! But answering you're questions: I'll stay on Kalgan, maybe I'll go to a cheep motel in the outskirts of the town, and thank you so much, but my feet will be perfect! - His words had the effect on Pritcher. The solider was standing there, jaws dropped, absolutely confused.
- But Sir!
- But Sir, but Sir, but Sir! Do you really want to chase me to the edge of a nervous breakdown?
- No Sir! But Sir! I mean…this is going to be dangerous!
- Nonsense! I have no statue on every corner of the town! No one will ever know it! No one knows my face! No one will notice me!
- Please, Sir! At least take a communicator, if you happen to be in trouble!
He saw that his servant would never stop worrying about his health if he's not taking that damned communicator. Oh well, it was his fault! He made Pritcher so loyal.
- Alright! I'll take it in case I'm attacked by the mad crowd of my admirers! - He said in a mocking tone.
When everything was done, he just slipped out of his palace garden and ran.
- I'm escaping from my own palace like a thief! - He smiled to himself and soon, he disappeared in the crowd of the late night Kalgan.
P. S. : yeah, yeah, I know It's short! Maybe the Mule is a bit off-character…
Oh, almost forgot! Atttttention!!!! Who wants to help Gyemese in the grammar? Well? Who wants to help Her to be a good writer?