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Idaho spat and strode through the portal. Two steps into the room he stopped, shocked. The soft light from the north windows revealed Hwi Noree seated on the low sling-divan. She wore a shimmering blue gown which draped itself revealingly around her figure. Hwi looked up at his entrance.
"Thank the gods you've not been harmed," she said.
Idaho glanced back at his entry, at the palm-locked door. He returned a speculative look at Hwi. No one but a few selected guards should be able to open that door.
She smiled at his confusion. "We Ixians manufactured those locks," she said.
He found himself filled with fear for her. "What are you doing here?" "We must talk."
"About what?"
"Duncan ..." She shook her head. "About us."
"They warned you," he said.
"I've been told to reject you."
"Moneo sent you!"
"Two guardswomen who overheard you in the mess--they brought me. They think you are in terrible danger."
"Is that why you're here?"
She stood, one graceful motion which reminded him of the way Leto's grandmother, Jessica, had moved--the same fluid control of muscles, every movement beautiful.
Realization came as a shock. "You're Bene Gesserit ..."
"No! They were among my teachers, but I am not Bene Gesserit."
Suspicions clouded his mind. What allegiances were really at work in Leto's Empire? What does a ghola know about such things?
The changes since last I lived ...
"I suppose you're still just a simple Ixian," he said.
"Please don't sneer at me, Duncan."
"What are you?"
"I am the intended bride of the God Emperor."
"And you'll serve him faithfully!"
"I will."
"Then there's nothing for us to talk about."
"Except this thing between us."
He cleared his throat. "What thing?"
"This attraction." She raised a hand as he started to speak. "I want to hurl myself into your arms, to find the love and shelter I know is there. You want it, too."
He held himself rigid. "The God Emperor forbids!"
"But I am here." She took two steps toward him, the gown rippling across her body.
"Hwi ..." He tried to swallow in a dry throat. "It's best you leave."
"Prudent, but not best," she said.
"If he finds that you've been here ..."
"It is not my way to leave you like this." Again, she stopped his response with a lifted hand. "I was bred and trained for just one purpose."
Her words filled him with icy caution. "What purpose?"
"To woo the God Emperor. Oh, he knows this. He would not change a thing about me."
"Nor would I."
She moved a step closer. He smelled the milky warmth of her breath.
"They made me too well," she said. "I was designed to please an Atreides. Leto says his Duncan is more an Atreides than many born to the name."
"Leto?"
"How else should I address the one I'll wed?"
Even as she spoke, Hwi leaned toward Idaho. As though a magnet had found its point of critical attraction, they moved together. Hwi pressed her cheek against his tunic, her arms around him feeling the hard muscles. Idaho rested his chin in her hair, the musk filling his senses.
"This is insane," he whispered.
"Yes."
He lifted her chin and kissed her.
She pressed herself against him.
Neither of them doubted where this must lead. She did not resist when he lifted her off her feet and carried her into the bedroom.
Only once did Idaho speak. "You're not a virgin."
"Nor are you, Love."
"Love," he whispered. "Love, love, love ..."
"Yes ... yes!"
In the post-coital peace, Hwi put both hands behind her head and stretched, twisting on the rumpled bed. Idaho sat with his back to her looking out the window.
"Who were your other lovers?" he asked.
She lifted herself on one elbow. "I've had no other lovers."
"But ..." He turned and looked down at her.
"In my teens," she said, "there was a young man who needed me very much." She smiled. "Afterward, I was very ashamed. How trusting I was! I thought I had failed the people who depended on me. But they found out and they were elated. You know, I think I was being tested."
Idaho scowled. "Is that how it was with me? I needed you?"
"No, Duncan." Her features were grave. "We gave joy to each other because that's how it is with love."
"Love!" he said, and it was a bitter sound.
She said: "My Uncle Malky used to say that love was a bad bargain because you get no guarantees."
"Your Uncle Malky was a wise man."
"He was stupid! Love needs no guarantees."
A smile twitched at the corners of Idaho's mouth.
She grinned up at him. "You know it's love when you want to give joy and damn the consequences."
He nodded. "I think only of the danger to you."
"We are what we are," she said.
"What will we do?"
"We'll cherish this for as long as we live."
"You sound ... so final."
"I am."
"But we'll see each other every ..."
"Never again like this."
"Hwi!" He hurled himself across the bed and buried his face in her breast.
She stroked his hair.
His voice muffled against her, he said: "What if I've impreg ..."
"Shush! If there's to be a child, there will be a child."
Idaho lifted his head and looked at her. "But he'll know for sure!"
"He'll know anyway."
"You think he really knows everything?"
"Not everything, but he'll know this."
"How?"
"I will tell him."
Idaho pushed himself away from her and sat up on the bed. Anger warred with confusion in his expression.
"I must," she said.
"If he turns against you ... Hwi, there are stories. You could be in terrible danger!"
"No. I have needs, too. He knows this. He will not harm either of us."
"But he ..."
"He will not destroy me. He will know that if he harms you that would destro
y me."
"How can you marry him?"
"Dear Duncan, have you not seen that he needs me more than you do?"
"But he cannot ... I mean, you can't possibly ..."
"The joy that you and I have in each other, I'll not have that with Leto. It's impossible for him. He has confessed this to me."
