As the memory faded away, Daneel found himself seated right in front of the man who had just been called a child killer.
Their eyes met for the briefest of moments, and for the first time, he saw the Emperor… lower his gaze.
He had not seen wrongly before: what the man had felt then really had been shame, and now, with the memory returned to him, it looked like that emotion had come back along with it.
With a sigh, Daneel stepped down from the throne that stood above everything and came to the level of the Emperor before flicking his fingers and conjuring two comfortable chairs that faced each other.
A table also appeared that floated between them, and a moment later, two glasses arrived, filled to the brim with an amber wine that was the heaviest that was present in the entire continent.
Telling the system to keep refilling the glasses, he sat down.
