"Trevize! Golan Trevize! Wake up! Trevize?"unknown voice called Golan. Golan woke up slowly and try to realise,
where he is and who is calling him.
He scanned around him. He lay on softened bed full of pillows from Kankoon fabric and covered by cover from
Ferian wool. Light shined beutifull over room, and over the mature woman, too. She slept and smiled in sleeping.
But it wasnt a voice, he has heard geriatric voice with
Trantorian dialect. It seemed to him known, but he couldnt remember to whom.
He stood up, dressed housecoat ad walked to window. View to town of Jikola was very pretty, but now Golan didnt
want this. He felt, his head was rumbling. He stepped to table and there was broken glass of Jillian jurito – energy
drink for love. He remember, how difficult was to argue
woman to take at least one nip. She liked drink so much, she argued Golan to make love together. In this moment
he got away Ferian cover and Golan could admire her body.
"Golan!" same voice distrurbed him again.
"Here I am. I am listening!" Golan Trevize mumled just for himself.
"This is me, Stor Gendibal," unkown man introduced and from this moment Golan saw his image. "Do you
remember meeting at Gaia? 34 years ago?"
"No. you the guy from Moon?"
"Not, I am man from Second Foundation!" unkown voice made specification.
"I am old. I dont remember so much!" Golan said.
Golan was true. He became an old bow-backed eld, bald-headed with trembling has got rich clothes,
because he was subprefect on Jile,. He wasnt handsome, women loved with him, because he has had strong
influence of power. He has got too many experiences in his life and when he was 65yo, he decided to settle down.
And because he helped to actual prefect on Jile, Golan became his right arm..
Golan made efforts to remember name and face of foreigner. But he didnt remember at all.
"That time at Gaia, you decided for manship, how it should go. Either First Foundation, Second Foundation or Gaia.
Do you rememeber yet?" he reminded to Golan.
Golan was getting impatient. Naked female body was more worthly for Golan.
"NO and leave me alone!" he ordered impatient. Soon he felt in head sharp, molten pain and knelt. In front of his
eyes his life was moving backwards. All of this was accelerated, as on holovision. One image stopped in right
moment. It was moment when he sat on Far Star and there
were Harla Branno, unkown man and Bliss.
Suddenly, picture of unknown man was getting closer.
"This is me. Althought I got elder. Let dress yourself and tomorrow morning you will fly on Far Star to Moon. You
take Fallom," there was Falloms image in Golans mind and through Trevize went wave of resistance," You will take
her here on Trantor."
"But, but ..." Golan fumbled. Golan didnt want to experience any adventure more. He was old and only adventure,
which he wanted enter was only with woman. He felt secured till the death.
"Áaaaaaaaaaa..." Golan began to cry. He was feeling like he had hoop on head and this hoop was narrowing
always. And was contracting his head.
Woman woke up and when she saw Trevize, as he was kneeing on the ground, holding his head, she begun to cry,
too.
She took a blanket and ran away with cry. A soldier enter. He caught the woman with hand and with back of the
hand slapped her. She fell down on the ground.
"Sir, " soldier was heard, " are you allright?"
"Help me," Golan strained through teeth. But he alone didnt know how. After moments pain faded out. Golan began
to breath deeply.
"Tommorow morning!" unkown man said and silenced.
"Sir! Whats happening?" soldier appealed.
"Its Ok. You can go!" Golan commanded. He spotted Bessij and showed at her."what happened her?"
"I thought she has injured you..." voice of soldier wiggled. He presupposed penalty, even death.
"Give her on the bed and dress her! Pack your belongings and you are going for small trip. Tommorow morning we
spring up!" Golan Trevize commanded.
"As you wish, sir!" soldier saluted. He took Bessij on the bed and dressed her. He hoped, she would not wake up,
before he go. He regreted how he was some minutes ago, but he was happy, that he didnt use blaster. In that case,
subprefect would use blaster, too. He looked at the table, but he didnt find it there. He searched it where is it. Part
of blaster sticked down from the bed, not far from place, where Trevize knelt. Soldier paled.
Golan Trevize watched how Hupo has dressed Bessij. He donate, where is FarStar. Long time ago, there was batch
manufacture with improvements on Terminus. Foundation and its import was getting larger. Golan Trevize has just
realised, that Jile belongs into impact sphere. Jilian foreign affairs politics had had to take regard to watched
steadily expanding Foundation. Even sectors, which once belonged to Foundations indirect impact, begun step by
step to add to Foundation. During his life man couldnt feel this, but Golan perceived this like mather of fact.
"Wait!" commanded at Hupos leaving.
"Yes, sir!" Hupo watched out.
Hupo was young, twentyfive years old boy with short blue hair, sign of Jilian revolutionary movement, dressed also
in blue uniform. Revolution six years ago took his heart deeply. He thought, revolutiona could absorb whole sector
and he could became a big hero in eyes of his superiors. His blaster was always burnished as he could use it as a
mirror.
"I need quick hyperspaceship with antigravitic drive. Maximally for ten people except for war trained crew. Food for
about one month for all people. And some bottles of jurito," Trevize ordered , with grimace on the lip.
"As you command!"
"You are established to be my personal adjutant. Noone can command you but me or prefect!"
"Thank you, sir!"
It was big honour for Hupo. He streched chest, saluted and went away. Trevize called servantes, ordered to dress
him into vacant Jilian clothes and Commanded them to pack his belongings.
Meanwhile he went to prefect to explain his depart. After revolution there was hard hand of dictator and Trevize
wasnt necessary needed. When he returned, Bessij ate.
"Bessij, darling, excuse please my adjutant. He did, what he had to do, "
Golan said and dressed he lied next to Bessij. He kissed her on the cheek and palm went to thigh.
"we will fly for a trip. Did you trvale outsider of Jile?" Trevize asked Bessij, but he didnt wait for answer. He learned
to use his will to be accepted in advance.
Morning, before of a dawn, Golan, Hupo a Bessij together with crew loaded spaceship PopRad, leight antigravitic
fregatte and flied into Sirius sector. PopRad was spaceship with five person crew, leight armied. It was enhaced
version of FarStar. This spaceship was even larger and crew was military trained under command of Hupo.
There were six cabins as living rooms, two for soldiers with Hupo and one cabin for Golan Trevize with Bessij.
There can live four persons in cabin. Command room was in front of spaceship, divided from other rooms.
It took them about two days to travel on Moon
Golan and Hupo flew alone to moon ground. They entered underground base.
"Hello, Fallom, you are prettier than last time," Trevize saluted her jovial.
"Hello, Golan!"
Fallom saluted back. Freezing went through her back only when she heard Golans voice. And when she looked at
him, she had to fight herself, to stay looking on him. He was heinous for her. So rather she spoke officially.
"I see you have grew up into one beautifull babe,"
Golan tried for compliment. He made grimace and thought if he could change her instead of Bessij in his cabin.
"Thanks," Fallom redded. "But you look that there are many years behind."
"Thank you," Golan cachinated.
"I have packed. Also Daneel is ready for transport," Fallom continued and showed where Daneel is, " he lies on the
bed in next room. I recommend to give him in a crate. He could decoy useless attention. How many people are
here ?" Fallom asked more.
"Six soldiers and here, Hupo, is their commander ,"
Golan Trevize introduced soldier and turned to him: " Take one soldier and get a crate. You will carry it next room
and load a death man. Then you and other soldier will carry out crate on spaceship. You will NOT," Golan
underlined," say anyone about that. In other case I will shoot you personally as a traitor!"
Golan Trevize threatened. Soldier stood erect and step by step nodded as a sign that he understood all of said. He
didnt know why human is so important, but death from Trevize means not only physical pain but also pain
psychical - to die as a traitor was dishonour for him and all of his family.
"Carry carefully!" Fallom rose forefinger such as spontaneous. But without delay realised , it wasnt pertinent so she
hid both hands behind back.
"Yes, madam!" Hupo screamed. Fallom disappeared. She didnt use to hear military speech. She and Daneel told to
each other mentally. Sometimes they speek through mouth, but inherently more silently.
"More gently, Hupo, madam has got sensible ears!" Trevize derided to Fallom. Fallom made grimace.
"Stop doing! Golan!" she admonished him slightly, when she realised she was redding.
"Yes, sir!" Hupo said. He wondered, who could be this lady, if she could speak with subprefect in this way. If she
wouldnt have lobes, Hupo would regard her as princess.
Faloma bowed for hand luggage . Golan bowed too, but Fallom wiggled with head. She remembered that she and
Golan long time ago weren't friends. They disliked each other still.
Faloma went first and then Golan Trevize went with slowly steps. He looked around all the time they went through
Moon base. He stopped in front of glass colliery. He expected, there was a lift somewhere. But there wasn't any,
neither up nor down. He began to think, what way this lift was used for , when Fallom sounded.
"This is sport arena," she turned and showed on colliery.
"Sport arena?" Golan asked curiously.
But answer didn't come so he moved toward the space shuttle.
They loaded and flied on PopRad. There Trevize explicated that name is shortcut for "popular radar". Then he
silenced, that Bessij couldn't hear them and would be no troubles with jealousy. He met two soldiers and he sent
them to make crate human long.
Faloma chose cabin next to soldiers. She wanted to have it most farther from Golans cabin. When she got off
shuttle into fregate, she heard woman to sing. She knew that Golan only could have female guidance. After all,
Bliss had told her about Golan Trevize, what kind of man he is. So Fallom knew why woman is here.
On spaceship they waited for Hupo and other soldier till they two loaded crate with Daneel. Fallom ordered
mentally Hupo to bring Daneel into her cabin. Hupo registered it as a good idea, so he didn't realize that it wasn't
his idea.
Fallom thanked him and when he left her cabin she blocked door with lobes. Fallom lay down, since she hadn't
sleep for two days, but she didn't sleep listened soldier's chat. She had no windows, however she
didn't long for view on stars. Fallom was pressed by responsibility. She issued on the difficult way. She worried if
she can master it at all. She got idea, that they could stop on Solaris by the way. She refused it at no time. There
were more reasons. She thought, she would've time after accomplishing her mission. She wanted to say them, they
were missing, to isolate from each other. But she could understand, they could deny her for this and her opinion
they could take worse than plague. Her upbringing deny also totally fellowship as Bliss showed her. Daneel told her
about companionship somewhere in the middle. Healthy companionship could be characterized by level of
communication. It is not about human isolation nor about total sharing. Her task was to lead both Foundation to
healthy companionship, the next galactic Empire. Suddenly she saw one big anthill. But it wasn't an anthill in
reality but one big construction place. There were many scaffolds around and there worked many people on
construction. No such construction wouldn't exist without reciprocal communication and interaction.
In that time Fallom learned, that all co-operation and non co-operation through half millennium between both
Foundations is this big construction- second Galactic Empire. Also she learned that Galexy, Gaian equivalent of
Galaxy, the last terminus of her effort, is just this construction. It would be constructed by people and for people.
That scaffolds was communication as the way for construction.
"Fallom, Fallom!" she has heard voice as if from far away.
"Yes, uncle Stor?" she reacted subconsciously .
"Get up! You have been sleeping four days! Unblock door!" Stor said. As he explained later, Golan Trevize was
shocked by locked door. For two days he rotated on orbit of Trantor and though how to wake up Fallom.
Trevize didn't hold out and contacted Stor. Golan Trevize surprised anyway, when he and Fallom were invited to
visit university. He didn't wait it and wanted to return on Jile. Even Bessij was impatient, because reserve of jurito
vanished, so he hadn't way how to calm her.
There were Stor Gendibal and Suri Novio waiting on landing were nice dressed in most modern college
style. For
Stor it meant long frilly skirt, varicolored decorated, which was verging into gross "jacket-shirt". there where
magnetic ribbons waving from the neck. Ribbons directed to four worlds sides at
Gendibals turning. Suri had got jacket clothes, where were too many black-and-white spirals, slowly moving.
Grass wasn't move, when shuttle from PopRad was Stor nor Suri didn't hear anything. They both
expected, there would be a shadow under shuttle, but it didn't happen. They were surprised, but there was no
mention on their faces. They simpered gratefully and when door opened, Suri noddled. Golan Trevize was the first,
second Bessij and after moments Fallom. Golan saluted with bow of head but remained quietly. Stor Gendibal
waited for shuttle closing and flying away.
"Welcome to Trantor! I am Stor
Gendibal and this is my wife Suri Novio," Stor introduced both.
"Nice to meet you! I am Golan Trevize," Golans palm touched and he bowed slightly. Then his arms spread and
showed to the right staying Bessij, "this is my yokemate
Bessij a this is Fallom!"
"we both enjoy. As an introduction we invite you for festive lunch," Suri spoke. She rose hands and slightly
clapped. Not far from them, the hole opened and rich set table and chairs were risen. They moved to the table.
Small holograms as name indicators pointed place of sitting. As they came to their places, they stood at table as
Stor did. Everyone took glass with pure drink with finely spicy flavor.
Stor Gendibal drank a toast.
"Lady's and gentlemen. We meet at this special we don't know each other, I hope and trust that
our next coexistence and our cooperation will continue in good way
I would like to say Good appetite! And drink in honor of man, who began this big adventure and in honour who
helped him in the past, help him in presence or will help him in future. Viva Hari
Seldon!"
"Viva!" they all sounded in same moment. Together they clinked glasses and drank water. At once,
Golan Trevize turned and sprinkler from his mouth went to the ground. Everybody silenced.
"Normal water! Phew! You are such a great host, when you have nothing else," Trevize noticed cynical.
"Yes, water," Stor Gendibal said.
"Flavoured by most delicate Mykogenian spice. Water is sign of purity. We scientists do not have time to get drunk.
Our mind must be clear and sober."
Then Stor bit his tongue and moved with hand so others could sit. Barmen emerged. They moved palms to the
plates and a creme, pinkish, furtively sweetly aromatic, filled plates. On air, it changed into yellow looking liquid
with heady aroma.
"Good appetite!" Stor wished. In first moment, soup seemed to be raw and hot, then taste changed to
unidentifiable. Man could have feeling that every bite tastes anew, but everytime unforgettable.
Second dish was different for each other and everyone had favorite dish. Most surprised from all was Bessij,
because she didn't await to eat Kula Ida.
This Jilian zooid living like a mole could be caught once in three years, in time of changing its senses.
In that time it couldn't see, hear or sniff. Man spoke on Jile: he/she ignors as Kula Ida.
They drank extract from Santanas milk flowers. Bessij was almost as in trance. So pleasing she didn't eat yet.
Compared to Bessij,
Faloma ate few. It could be said , she pecked like Seyshelan makadu. Golan
Trevize let bring even two portions of his dish. Stor and Suri ate little, but they ate palimony food.
"I hope, food was excellent. As dessert I invite Fallom and Golan in my workroom, and you, dear Bessij, are invited
for visit of imperial gardens together with Suri, as we three have in plan not only tasting of a day, but also work. I
hope you'll don't mind," Stor sorted out everyone in gentle way.
Bessij didn't spotted, when Stor called a car. Door opened and Suri indicated her with smile, she should board.
Both traveled to imperial gardens. To the rest, what Hamish people saved. It wasn't like in imperial times, but
gardens still were great. They got off and stepped over manmade grass. Bessij wondered beautifull nature, trees,
flowers and birds, which made this romantic scenery perfect.
"What a beautifull place!,"
Bessij began timidly.
"If we were here five hundred years ago, were it more beautifull!"
Suri replied.
"Oh, don't mind. There is all country devastated on Jile. Everything is concreting under. What a scare!" Bessij
stayed irritated. But this was idea of Suri. Suri realised mentally, that Bessij has got a trouble, so she wanted to
solve it this way.
"Jile is very nice one, isn't it?" Suri asked.
"Nice one? Maybe before revolution! Since that, everything is decimated, what can be. Jile was a fairy tale country.
Dreamy one. Everywhere man could see much greenness, clearness water, people were happy. Till that devil Golan
Trevize came," Bessij talked. She stayed to stay on small bridge and leant over guardrail. She watched fishes in
water.
"Devil? Didn't he say, you are his yokemate?"
"Yes, he did. But I am not in reality, at all! " View of Bessij was steadfast to fish. Then she stood erect, turned to
Suri and continued. "First I though I can change him, and I will his the last one," in this moment Bessij caught Suri
s shoulders. Suri stayed impassive anyway. She knew it could come. "I resent him. I hate him," Bessij begun to
shout almost. Some people looked, who shouts, they immediately forgot . Bessij shook with Suri.
"Why?"
"He demolished my family. Whole Jile.
He abuses me and other women. He get them drunk with jurito, to make them docile. Love and happy people
disappeared from Jile! He brought fear and death. And primarily pain ," Bessij cried loudly. At this moment, Suri
pulled her and hugged her. Bessij weept. Suri patted her head.
"If you kill him, you will solve nothing! Certainly, there is another way, how to return smile to Jile!"
Suri tried to steer toward another way of solving troubles. Bessij wept anyway more and more. Suri leaded Bessij
away to the bench, where they sat together. Suri leant.
Bessij sat stooped and wept yet.
"What about to be ambassadress for second Foundation?" Suri proposed.
Bessij stopped to cry. She rose her head and quietly watch water.
"I... I... I don't know. I am not ready." Bessij faltered.
"Don't worry. Everything is done. I think, Trevize would like to release you, anyway."
"So I agree," Bessij said shyly.