"Did you tell this to anyone when you came back?"
"Of course not. Who would be interested? And I wasn't going to force the tale on anyone. No, thank you! I had a political career to develop and the last thing I want is to stress my foreign origin."
"What about the satellite? Describe Earth's satellite," said Pelorat sharply.
Compor looked astonished. "I don't know anything about that."
"Does it have one?"
"I don't recall reading or hearing about it. But I'm sure if you'll consult the Comporellonian records, you can find out."
"But you know nothing?"
"Not about the satellite. Not that I recall."
"Huh! How did Earth come to be radioactive?"
Compor shook his head and said nothing.
Pelorat said, "Think! You must have heard something."
"It was seven years ago, Professor. I didn't know then you'd be questioning me about it now. There was some sort of legend - they considered it history..."
"What was the legend?"
"Earth was radioactive-ostracized and mistreated by the Empire, its population dwindling - and it was going to destroy the Empire somehow."
"One dying world was going to destroy the whole Empire?" interposed Trevize.
Compor said defensively, "I said it was a legend. I don't know the details. Bel Arvardan was involved in the tale, I know."
"Who was he?" asked Trevize.
"A historical character. I looked him up. He was an honest-to-Galaxy archaeologist back in the early days of the Empire and he maintained that Earth was in the Sirius Sector."
"I've heard the name," said Pelorat.
"He's a folk hero in Comporellon. Look, if you want to know these things - go to Comporellon. It's no use hanging around here."
Pelorat said, "Just how did they say Earth planned to destroy the Empire?"
"Don't know." A certain sullenness was entering Compor's voice.
"Did the radiation have anything to do with it?"
"Don't know. There were tales of some mind-expander developed on Earth - a Synapsifier or something."
"Did it create superminds?" said Pelorat in deepest tones of incredulity.
"I don't think so. What I chiefly remember is that it didn't work. People became bright and died young."
Trevize said, "It was probably a morality myth. If you ask for too much, you lose even that which you have."
Pelorat turned on Trevize in annoyance. "What do you know of morality myths?"
Trevize raised his eyebrows. "Your field may not be my field, Janov, but that doesn't mean I'm totally ignorant."
"What else do you remember about what you call the Synapsifier, Councilman Compor?" asked Pelorat.
"Nothing, and I won't submit to any further cross-examination. Look, I followed you on orders from the Mayor. I was not ordered to make personal contact with you. I have done so only to warn you that you were followed and to tell you that you had been sent out to serve the Mayor's purposes, whatever those might be. There was nothing else I should have discussed with you, but you surprised me by suddenly bringing up the matter of Earth. Well, let me repeat:
Whatever there has existed there in the past - Bel Arvardan, the Synapsifier, whatever - that has nothing to do with what exists now. I'll tell you again: Earth is a dead world. I strongly advise you to go to Comporellon, where you'll find out everything you want to know. Just get away from here."
"And, of course, you will dutifully tell the Mayor that we're going to Comporellon - and you'll follow us to make sure. Or maybe the Mayor knows already. I imagine she has carefully instructed and rehearsed you in every word you have spoken to us here because, for her own purposes, it's in Comporellon that she wants us. Right?"
Compor's face paled. He rose to his feet and almost stuttered in his effort to control his voice. "I've tried to explain. I've tried to be helpful. I shouldn't have tried. You can drop yourself into a black hole, Trevize."
He turned on his heel and walked away briskly without looking back.
Pelorat seemed a bit stunned. "That was rather tactless of you, Golan, old fellow. I could have gotten more out of him."
"No, you couldn't," said Trevize gravely. "You could not have gotten one thing out of him that he was not ready to let you have. Janov, you don't know what he is - Until today, I didn't know what he is."
Pelorat hesitated to disturb Trevize. Trevize sat motionless in his chair, deep in thought.
Finally Pelorat said, "Are we just sitting here all night, Golan?"
Trevize started. "No, you're quite right. We'll be better off with people around us. Come!"
Pelorat rose. He said, "There won't be people around us. Compor said this was some sort of meditation day."
"Is that what he said? Was there traffic when we came along the road in our ground-car?"
"Yes, some."
"Quite a bit, I thought. And then, when we entered the city, was it empty?"
"Not particularly. - Still, you've got to admit that this place has been empty."
"Yes, it has. I noticed that particularly. - But come, Janov, I'm hungry. There's got to be someplace to eat and we can afford to find something good. At any rate, we can find a place in which we can try some interesting Sayshellian novelty or, if we lose our nerve, good standard Galactic fare. - Come, once we're safely surrounded, I'll tell you what I think really happened here."
Trevize leaned back with a pleasant feeling of renewal. The restaurant was not expensive by Terminus standards, but it was certainly novel. It was heated, in part, by an open fire over which food was prepared. Meat tended to be served in bite-sized portions - in a variety of pungent sauces - which were picked up by fingers that were protected from grease and heat by smooth, green leaves that were cold, damp, and had a vaguely minty taste.