137 A Problem

One hour later.

In the middle of the central mansion, once again, Daneel sat with four other people on soft backed chairs, in front of the fountain that was empty of water, now.

The smell of burned marble had finally left the place, encouraged by open windows that were ushering in the pleasant smells of many delicacies being cooked from the outside. A feast was in the making, after all, for hundreds of people who had been eating nothing but tasteless gruel for all their lives. More than that, though, it was the sounds that made Daneel smile from the very bottom of his heart.