But no (and Trevize thrust back optimism and consolation as dangerous lures into overconfidence). The Solarians would note the cessation of all activity on the Bander estate and take action at once. They all had too great an interest in the succession to estates to leave death to itself.
Pelorat murmured unhappily, "Ventilation has stopped. A place like this, underground, must be ventilated, and Bander supplied the power. Now it has stopped."
"It doesn't matter, Janov," said Trevize. "We've got enough air down in this empty underground place to last us for years."
"It's close just the same. It's psychologically bad."
"Please, Janov, don't get claustrophobic. Bliss, are we any closer?"
"Much, Trevize," she replied. "The sensation is stronger and I am clearer as to its location."
She was stepping forward more surely, hesitating less at points of choice of direction.
"There! There!" she said. "I can sense it intensely."
Trevize said dryly, "Even I can hear it now."
All three stopped and, automatically, held their breaths. They could hear a soft moaning, interspersed with gasping sobs.
They walked into a large room and, as the lights went on, they saw that, unlike all those they had hitherto seen, it was rich and colorful in furnishings.
In the center of the room was a robot, stooping slightly, its arms stretched out in what seemed an almost affectionate gesture and, of course, it was absolutely motionless.
Behind the robot was a flutter of garments. A round frightened eye edged to one side of it, and there was still the sound of a brokenhearted sobbing.
Trevize darted around the robot and, from the other side, a small figure shot out, shrieking. It stumbled, fell to the ground, and lay there, covering its eyes, kicking its legs in all directions, as though to ward off some threat from whatever angle it might approach, and shrieking, shrieking-Bliss said, quite unnecessarily, "It's a child!"
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TREVIZE drew back, puzzled. What was a child doing here? Bander had been so proud of its absolute solitude, so insistent upon it.
Pelorat, less apt to fall back on iron reasoning in the face of an obscure event, seized upon the solution at once, and said, "I suppose this is the successor."
"Bander's child," said Bliss, agreeing, "but too young, I think, to be a successor. The Solarians will have to find one elsewhere."
She was gazing at the child, not in a fixed glare, but in a soft, mesmerizing way, and slowly the noise the child was making lessened. It opened its eyes and looked at Bliss in return. Its outcry was reduced to an occasional soft whimper.
Bliss made sounds of her own, now, soothing ones, broken words that made little sense in themselves but were meant only to reinforce the calming effect of her thoughts. It was as though she were mentally fingering the child's unfamiliar mind and seeking to even out its disheveled emotions.
Slowly, never taking its eyes off Bliss, the child got to its feet, stood there swaying a moment, then made a dash for the silent, frozen robot. It threw its arms about the sturdy robotic leg as though avid for the security of its touch.
Trevize said, "I suppose that the robot is its-nursemaid-or caretaker. I suppose a Solarian can't care for another Solarian, not even a parent for a child."
Pelorat said, "And I suppose the child is hermaphroditic."
"It would have to be," said Trevize.
Bliss, still entirely preoccupied with the child, was approaching it slowly, hands held half upward, palms toward herself, as though emphasizing that there was no intention of seizing the small creature. The child was now silent, watching the approach, and holding on the more tightly to the robot.
Bliss said, "There, child-warm, child-soft, warm, comfortable, safe, child-safe-safe."
She stopped and, without looking round, said in a low voice, "Pel, speak to it in its language. Tell it we're robots come to take care of it because the power failed."
"Robots!" said Pelorat, shocked.
"We must be presented as robots. It's not afraid of robots. And it's never seen a human being, maybe can't even conceive of them."
Pelorat said, "I don't know if I can think of the right expression. I don't know the archaic word for 'robot.' "
"Say 'robot,' then, Pel. If that doesn't work, say 'iron thing.' Say whatever you can."
Slowly, word by word, Pelorat spoke archaically. The child looked at him, frowning intensely, as though trying to understand.
Trevize said, "You might as well ask it how to get out, while you're at it."
Bliss said, "No. Not yet. Confidence first, then information."
The child, looking now at Pelorat, slowly released its hold on the robot and spoke in a high-pitched musical voice.
Pelorat said anxiously, "It's speaking too quickly for me."
Bliss said, "Ask it to repeat more slowly. I'm doing my best to calm it and remove its fears."
Pelorat, listening again to the child, said, "I think it's asking what made Jemby stop. Jemby must be the robot."
"Check and make sure, Pel."
Pelorat spoke, then listened, and said, "Yes, Jemby is the robot. The child calls itself Fallom."
"Good!" Bliss smiled at the child, a luminous, happy smile, pointed to it, and said, "Fallom. Good Fallom. Brave Fallom." She placed a hand on her chest and said, "Bliss."
The child smiled. It looked very attractive when it smiled. "Bliss," it said, hissing the "s" a bit imperfectly.
Trevize said, "Bliss, if you can activate the robot, Jemby, it might be able to tell us what we want to know. Pelorat can speak to it as easily as to the child."