Baley didn't care. He didn't care! Let the airfoil crash. Let it smash to bits. He would welcome oblivion. Anything to get rid of this terrible fright, this total inability to come to terms with the Universe.
Except that he had to make sure that Daneel got away safely away. But how?
Everything was unreal and he was not going to be able to explain anything to these robots. The situation was so clear to him, but how was he to transfer this understanding to these robots, to these nonmen, who understood nothing but their Three Laws and who would let all of Earth and, in the long run, all of humanity go to hell because they could only be concerned with the one man under their noses?
Why had robots ever been invented?
And then, oddly enough, - Giskard, the lesser of the two, came to his aid.
He said in his contentless voice, "Friend Daneel, I cannot keep this airfoil in motion much longer. Perhaps it will be more suitable to do as Mr. Baley suggests. He has given you a very strong order."
"Can I leave him when he is unwell, friend Giskard?" said Daneel, perplexed.
"You cannot take him out into the storm with you, friend Daneel. Moreover, he seems so anxious for you to leave that it may do him harm for you to stay."
Baley felt himself reviving. "Yes - yes - " he managed to croak out. "As Giskard says. Giskard, you go with him, hide him, make sure he doesn't return - then come back for me."
Daneel said forcefully, "That cannot be, Partner Elijah. We cannot leave you alone, untended, unguarded."
"No danger - I am in no danger. Do as I say - "
Giskard said, "Those following are probably robots. Human beings I would hesitate to come out in the storm. And robots would not harm Mr. Baley."
Daneel said, "They might take him away."
"Not into the storm, friend Daneel, since that would work obvious harm to him. I will bring the airfoil to a halt now, friend Daneel. You must be ready to do as Mr. Baley orders. I, too."
"Good!" whispered Baley. "Good!" He was grateful for the simpler brain that could more easily be impressed and that lacked the ability to get lost and uncertain in ever-expanding refinements.
Vaguely, he thought of Daneel trapped between his perception of Baley's ill-being and the urgency of the order - and of his brain snapping under the conflict.
Baley thought: No, no, Daneel. Just do as I say and don't question it.
He lacked the strength, almost the will, to articulate it and he let the order remain a thought.
The airfoil came down with a bump and a short, harsh, scraping noise.
The doors flew open, one on either side, and then closed with a soft, sighing noise. At once, the robots were gone. Having come to their decision, there was no hesitation and they moved with a speed that human beings could not duplicate.
Baley took a deep breath and shuddered. The airfoil was rock-steady now. It was part of the ground.
He was suddenly aware of how much of his misery had been the result, of the swaying and bucking of the vehicle, the feeling of insubstantiality, of not being connected to the Universe but of being at the mercy of inanimate, uncaring forces.
Now, however, it was still and he opened his eyes.
He had not been aware that they had been closed.
There was still lightning on the horizon and the thunder was a subdued mutter, while the wind, meeting a more resistant and less yielding object now than it had hitherto, keened a higher note than before.
It was dark. Baley's eyes were no more than - human and he saw no light of any kind, other than the occasional blip of lightning. The sun must surely have set and the clouds were thick.
And for the first time since Baley had left Earth, he was alone!
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Alone!
He had been too ill, too beside himself, to make proper sense. Even now, he found himself struggling to understand what it was he should have done and would have done - if he had had room in his tottering mind for more than the one thought that Daneel must leave.
For instance, he had not asked where he now was, what he was near, where Daneel and Giskard were planning to go. He did not know how any portion of the grounded airfoil worked. He could not, of course, make it move, but he might have had it supply heat if he felt cold or turn off the heat if there were too much - except that he did not know how to direct the machine to do either.
He did not know how to opacify the windows if he wanted to be enclosed or how to open a door if he wanted to leave.
The only thing he could do now was to wait for Giskard to come back for him. Surely that was what Giskard would expect him to do. The orders to him had simply been: Come back for me.
There had been no indication that Baley would change position in any way and Giskard's clear and uncluttered mind would surely interpret the "Come back" with the assumption that he was to come back to the airfoil.
Baley tried to adjust himself to that. In a way, it was a relief merely to wait, to have to make no decisions for a while, because there were no decisions he could possibly make. It was a relief to be steady and to feel at rest and to be rid of the terrible light flashes and the disturbing crashes of sound.
Perhaps he might even allow himself to go to sleep.
And then he stiffened. - Dare he do that?
They were being pursued. They were under observation. The airfoil, while parked and waiting for them outside the Administration Building of the Robotics Institute, had been tampered with and no doubt the tamperers would soon be upon him.
He was waiting for them, too, and not for Giskard only. Had he thought it out clearly in the midst of his misery?
The machine had been tampered with outside the Administration Building. That might have been done by anyone, but most likely by someone who knew it was there - and who would know that better than Amadiro?