the man who entered was tall and muscular. he had a long blond mustache that curled up at the tips and a fringe of hair that went down the sides of his face and under his chin, leaving the point of his chin and his lower lip smoothly bare and seeming a little moist. his head was so closely cropped and his hair was so light that, for one unpleasant moment, seldon was reminded of mycogen. the newcomer wore what was unmistakably a uniform. it was red and white and about his waist was a wide belt decorated with silver studs. his voice, when he spoke, was a rolling bass and its accent was not like any that seldon had heard before. most unfamiliar accents sounded uncouth in seldons experience, but this one seemed almost musical, perhaps because of the richness of the low tones.

"i am sergeant emmer thalus," he rumbled in a slow succession of syllables. "i have come seeking dr. hari seldon."

seldon said, "i am he." in an aside to dors, he muttered, "if hummin couldnt come himself, he certainly sent a magnificent side of beef to represent him."

the sergeant favored seldon with a stolid and slightly prolonged look. then he said, "yes. you have been described to me. please come with me, dr. seldon."

seldon said, "lead the way."

the sergeant stepped backward. seldon and dors venabili stepped forward. the sergeant stopped and raised a large hand, palm toward dors. "i have been instructed to take dr. hari seldon with me. i have not been instructed to take anyone else."

for a moment, seldon looked at him uncomprehendingly. then his look of surprise gave way to anger. "its quite impossible that you have been told that, sergeant. dr. dors venabili is my associate and my companion. she must come with me."

"that is not in accordance with my instructions, doctor."

"i dont care about your instructions in any way, sergeant thalus. i do not budge without her."

"whats more," said dors with clear irritation, "my instructions are to protect dr. seldon at all times. i cannot do that unless i am with him. therefore, where he goes, i go."

the sergeant looked puzzled. "my instructions are strict that i see to it that no harm comes to you, dr. seldon. if you will not come voluntarily, i must carry you to my vehicle. i will try to do so gently." he extended his two arms as though to seize seldon by the waist and carry him off bodily.

seldon skittered backward and out of reach. as he did so, the side of his right palm came down on the sergeants right upper arm where the muscles were thinnest, so that he struck the bone.

the sergeant drew a sudden deep breath and seemed to shake himself a bit, but turned, face expressionless, and advanced again. davan, watching, remained where he was, motionless, but raych moved behind the sergeant.

seldon repeated his palm stroke a second time, then a third, but now sergeant thalus, anticipating the blow, lowered his shoulder to catch it on hard muscle. dors had drawn her knives.

"sergeant," she said forcefully. "turn in this direction, i want you to understand i may be forced to hurt you severely if you persist in attempting to carry dr. seldon off against his will."

the sergeant paused, seemed to take in the slowly waving knives solemnly, then said, "it is not in my instructions to refrain from harming anyone but dr. seldon."

his right hand moved with surprising speed toward the neuronic whip in the holster at his hip. dors moved as quickly forward, knives flashing. neither completed the movement.

dashing forward, raych had pushed at the sergeants back with his left hand and withdrew the sergeants weapon from its holster with his right. he moved away quickly, holding the neuronic whip in both hands now and shouting, "hands up, sergeant, or youre gonna get it!"

the sergeant whirled and a nervous look crossed his reddening face. it was the only moment that its stolidity had weakened. "put that down, sonny," he growled. "you dont know how it works."

raych howled, "i know about the safety. its off and this thing can fire. and it will if you try to rush me."

the sergeant froze. he clearly knew how dangerous it was to have an excited twelve-year-old handling a powerful weapon.

nor did seldon feel much better. he said, "careful, raych. dont shoot. keep your finger off the contact."

"i aint gonna let him rush me."

"he wont.--sergeant, please dont move. lets get something straight. you were told to take me away from here. is that right?"

"thats right," said the sergeant, eyes somewhat protruding and firmly fixed on raych (whose eyes were as firmly fixed on the sergeant). "but you were not told to take anyone else. is that right?"

"no, i was not, doctor," said the sergeant firmly. not even the threat of a neuronic whip was going to make him weasel. one could see that.

"very well, but listen to me, sergeant. were you told not to take anyone else?"

"i just said--"

"no, no. listen, sergeant. theres a difference. were your instructions simply take dr. seldon!? was that the entire order, with no mention of anyone else, or were the orders more specific? were your orders as follows: take dr. seldon and dont take anyone else?"

the sergeant turned that over in his head, then he said, "i was told to take you, dr. seldon."

"then there was no mention of anyone else, one way or the other, was there?"

pause. "no."

"you were not told to take dr. venabili, but you were not told not to take dr. venabili either. is that right?"

pause. "yes."

"so you can either take her or not take her, whichever you please?"

long pause. "i suppose so."

"now then, heres raych, the young fellow whos got a neuronic whip pointing at you--your neuronic whip, remember--and he is anxious to use it."

"yay!" shouted raych.

"not yet, raych," said seldon. "and here is dr. venabili with two knives that she can use very expertly and theres myself, who can, if i get the chance, break your adams apple with one hand so that youll never speak above a whisper again. now then, do you want to take dr. venabili or dont you want to? your orders allow you to do either."

and finally the sergeant said in a beaten voice, "i will take the woman."

"and the boy, raych."

"and the boy."

"good. have i your word of honor--your word of honor as a soldier--that you will do as you have just said ... honestly?"

"you have my word of honor as a soldier," said the sergeant.

"good. raych, give back the whip.--now.--dont make me wait."

raych, his face twisted into an unhappy grimace, looked at dors, who hesitated and then slowly nodded her head. her face was as unhappy as raychs. raych held out the neuronic whip to the sergeant and said, "theyre makin me, ya big--" his last words were unintelligible.

seldon said, "put away your knives, dors."

dors shook her head, but put them away.

"now, sergeant?" said seldon.

the sergeant looked at the neuronic whip, then at seldon. he said, "you are an honorable man, dr. seldon, and my word of honor holds." with a military snap, he placed his neuronic whip in his holster.

seldon turned to davan and said, "davan, please forget what you have seen here. we three are going voluntarily with sergeant thalus. you tell yugo amaryl when you see him that i will not forget him and that, once this is over and i am free to act, i will see that he gets into a university. and if theres anything reasonable i can ever do for your cause, davan, i will.--now, sergeant, lets go."