want to see him."
"Herman, this is becoming an obsession. The doctors say I can't let you do anything to upset yourself. If you'll just behave reasonably for a few months, we can get you back on somec and I can give you back fifty percent of your power of attorney."
"I don't like being considered insane."
"It's just a technicality. It's keeping you alive, you know."
"Grey, all I've done is try to warn--"
"Don't start that. The doctors are monitoring this call. Herman, this Empire isn't interested in your pathetic theories about Doon--"
"He said it himself!"
"Abner Doon destroyed Italy. It was ugly, it was cruel, it was pointless, but it was legal. Now to fantasize that he's also out to destroy the Empire--"
"It's not a fantasy!" Herman roared.
"Herman, the doctors said I have to call it a fantasy to help you see reality."
"He's going to wreck the Empire! He can do it!"
"That kind of talk is treason, Herman. Stop talking like that and we can get you declared legally sane again. But if you say things like that when you're responsible for yourself, you can be executed very quickly by Mother's Little Boys."
"Grey, whether I'm sane or not, I want to talk to Doon!"
"Herman, drop it. Forget it. It was just a game. He was your grandson. He was hurt, he tried to hurt you back. But don't let it damage you like this."
"Grey, tell the doctors I want to talk to Doon!"
Grey sighed. "I'll tell them on one condition."
"What's that?"
"That if they give you one meeting with Doon, you'll never ask for another."
"I promise. I only want one meeting."
"Then I'll do my best."
Grey switched off the phone, and Herman disconnected his end. The telephone now would only connect him to Grey's office. He could make no other calls. He couldn't open the door. And his computer would no longer let him watch the broadcast games.
It was only an hour before Grey was back on the phone.
"Well?" Herman asked eagerly.
"They said yes."
"Connect me then!" Herman demanded.
"I already tried. Impossible."
"How can it be impossible? He'll talk to me! I know he will!"
"He's under somec, Herman. He went under only a few days after he wrecked-- after the game. He won't be awake for three years."
And with a whimper Herman disconnected the phone again.
* * *
It took five years of therapy-- five years without somec-- for Herman at last to admit that his fear of Doon was abnormal, and that actually Doon had never hinted that he meant to wreck the Empire. Of course Herman had said that from the beginning, as soon as he realized that was what the doctors wanted to hear. But the machines enforced truth, and it was not until the machines told the doctors that Herman was not lying when he said those things that the doctors at last pronounced him cured and Grey's staff (Grey was under somec at the time) released fifty percent of Herman's power of attorney to him. Herman promptly signed it all back and went under somec, trying to snatch back the years of somec sleep that had been taken from him while the doctors cured him of his ridiculous delusions.
For nearly a century, Doon's and Herman's wakings failed to coincide. At first Herman hadn't tried to look Doon up-- the cure had taken from him, for a while at least, any curiosity about his grandson. Then he had learned to look back on the strange episode that had so changed his life without fear or anger; and he had pored over the records of the famous game. Many books had been written on it-- The Rise and Fall of Nuber's Italy was over two thousand views long. And as he philosophically studied the structure he had built and the way it had fallen, the desire grew in him to meet his opponent and grandson. Not again, because the doctors had convinced Herman utterly of the truth that he hadn't seen Doon at all after the battle.
But when Herman tried to look up Abner Doon's waking schedule at the sleeproom, he was informed that Doon's wakings were a matter of state security. That meant only one thing-- Doon was sleeping longer than the absolute maximum of ten years and waking less than the absolute minimum of two months. It meant he was in a power group inaccessible even to most government officials. And it increased Herman's desire to see him.
It was not until Herman had reached the subjective age of seventy that he finally succeeded.