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Mentat projection: The probe agony has lifted me to a new level of ability.
Intense hunger pangs made him aware of the energy drain. He pushed the sensation aside, feeling himself return to a normal timebeat. Three dull sounds: bodies falling to the floor.
Teg examined the probe console. Definitely not Ixian. Similar controls, though. He shorted out the data storage system, erasing it.
Room lights?
Controls beside the door from the outside. He extinguished the lights, took three deep breaths. A whirling blur of motion erupted into the night.
The ones who had brought him here, clad in their bulky clothing against the winter chill, barely had time to turn toward the odd sound before the whirling blur struck them down.
Teg returned to normal timebeat more quickly. Starlight showed him a trail leading downslope through thick brush. He slipped and slid on the snow-churned mud for a space and then found the way to balance himself, anticipating the terrain. Each step went where he knew it must go. He found himself presently in an open space that looked out across a valley.
The lights of a city and a great black rectangle of building near the center. He knew this place: Ysai. The puppet masters were there.
I am free!
There was a man who sat each day looking out through a narrow vertical opening where a single board had been removed from a tall wooden fence. Each day a wild ass of the desert passed outside the fence and across the narrow opening--first the nose, then the head, the forelegs, the long brown back, the hindlegs, and lastly the tail. One day, the man leaped to his feet with the light of discovery in his eyes and he shouted for all who could hear him: "It is obvious! The nose causes the tail!"
--Stories of the Hidden Wisdom, from the Oral History of Rakis
Several times since coming to Rakis, Odrade had found herself caught in the memory of that ancient painting which occupied such a prominent place on the wall of Taraza's Chapter House quarters. When the memory came, she felt her hands tingle to the touch of the brush. Her nostrils swelled to the induced smells of oils and pigments. Her emotions assaulted the canvas. Each time, Odrade emerged from the memory with new doubts that Sheeana was her canvas.
Which of us paints the other?
It had happened again this morning. Still dark outside the Rakian Keep's penthouse where she quartered with Sheeana: An acolyte entered softly to waken Odrade and tell her that Taraza would arrive shortly. Odrade looked up at the softly illuminated face of the dark-haired acolyte and immediately that memory-painting flashed into her awareness.
Which of us truly creates another?
"Let Sheeana sleep a bit longer," Odrade said before dismissing the acolyte.
"Will you breakfast before the Mother Superior's arrival?" the acolyte asked.
"We will wait upon Taraza's pleasure."
Arising, Odrade went through a swift toilet and donned her best black robe. She strode then to the east window of the penthouse common room and looked out in the direction of the spacefield. Many moving lights cast a glow on the dusty sky there. She activated all of the room's glowglobes to soften the exterior view. The globes became reflected golden starbursts on the thick armor-plaz of the windows. The dusky surface also reflected a dim outline of her own features, showing the fatigue lines clearly.
I knew she would come, Odrade thought.
Even as she thought this, the Rakian sun came over the dust-blurred horizon like a child's orange ball thrust into view. Immediately, there was the heat-bounce that so many observers of Rakis had mentioned. Odrade turned away from the view and saw the hall door open.
Taraza entered with a rustle of robes. A hand closed the door behind her, leaving the two of them alone. The Mother Superior advanced on Odrade, black hood up and the cowl framing her face. It was not a reassuring sight.
Recognizing the disturbance in Odrade, Taraza played on it. "Well, Dar, I think we finally meet as strangers."
The effect of Taraza's words startled Odrade. She correctly interpreted the threat but fear left her, spilling out as though it were water poured from a jug. For the first time in her life, Odrade recognized the precise moment of crossing a dividing line. This was a line whose existence she thought few of her Sisters suspected. As she crossed it, she realized that she had always known it was there: a place where she could enter the void and float free. She no longer was vulnerable. She could be killed but she could not be defeated.
"So it's not Dar and Tar anymore," Odrade said.
Taraza heard the clear, uninhibited tone of Odrade's voice and interpreted this as confidence. "Perhaps it never was Dar and Tar," she said, her voice icy. "I see that you think you have been extremely clever."
The battle has been joined, Odrade thought. But I do not stand in the path of her attack.
Odrade said: "The alternatives to alliance with the Tleilaxu could not be accepted. Especially when I recognized what it was you truly sought for us."
Taraza felt suddenly weary. It had been a long trip despite the space-folding leaps of her no-ship. The flesh always knew when it had been twisted out of its familiar rhythms. She chose a soft divan and sat down, sighing in the luxurious comfort.
Odrade recognized the Mother Superior's fatigue and felt immediate sympathy. They were suddenly two Reverend Mothers with common problems.
Taraza obviously sensed this. She patted the cushion beside her and waited for Odrade to be seated.
"We must preserve the Sisterhood," Taraza said. "That is the only important thing."
"Of course."
Taraza fixed her gaze searchingly on Odrade's familiar features. Yes, Odrade, too, is weary. "You have been here, intimately touching the people and the problem," Taraza said. "I want... no, Dar, I need your views."
"The Tleilaxu give the appearance of full cooperation," Odrade said, "but there is dissembling in this. I have begun to ask myself some extremely disturbing questions."
"Such as?"
"What if the axlotl tanks are not... tanks?"
"What do you mean?"
"Waff reveals the kinds of behavior you see when a family tries to conceal a deformed child or a mad uncle. I swear to you, he is embarrassed when we begin to touch on the tanks."
"But what could they possibly... "
"Surrogate mothers."
"But they would have to be... " Taraza fell silent, shocked by the possibilities this question opened.
"Who has ever seen a Tleilaxu female?" Odrade asked.
Taraza's mind was filled with objections: "But the precise chemical control, the need to limit variables... " She threw her hood back and shook her hair free. "You are correct: we must question everything. This, though... this is monstrous."
"He is still not telling the full truth about our ghola."
"What does he say?"
"No more than what I have already reported: a variation on the original Duncan Idaho and meeting all of the prana-bindu requirements we specified."
"That does not explain why they killed or tried to kill our previous purchases."
"He swears the holy oath of the Great Belief that they acted out of shame because the eleven previous gholas did not live up to expectations."
"How could they know? Does he suggest they have spies among... "
"He swears not. I taxed him with this and he said that a successful ghola would be sure to create a visible disturbance among us."
"What visible disturbance? What is he... "
"He will not say. He returns each time to the claim that they have met their contractual obligations. Where is the ghola, Tar?"
"What... oh. On Gammu."
"I hear rumors of... "
"Burzmali has the situation well in hand." Taraza closed her mouth tightly, hoping that was the truth. The most recent report did not fill her with confidence.
"You obviously are debating whether to have the ghola killed," Odrade said.
"Not just the ghola!"
Odrade smiled. "Then it's true that Bellonda
wants me permanently eliminated."
"How did you... "
"Friendships can be a very valuable asset at times, Tar."
"You tread on dangerous ground, Reverend Mother Odrade."
"But I am not stumbling, Mother Superior Taraza. I am thinking long hard thoughts about the things Waff has revealed about those Honored Matres."
"Tell me some of your thoughts." There was implacable determination in Taraza's voice.
"Let us make no mistakes about this," Odrade said. "They have surpassed the sexual skills of our Imprinters."
"Whores!"
"Yes, they employ their skills in a way ultimately fatal to themselves and others. They have been blinded by their own power."
"Is that the extent of your long hard thoughts?"
"Tell me, Tar, why did they attack and obliterate our Keep on Gammu?"
"Obviously they were after our Idaho ghola, to capture him or kill him."
"Why would that be so important to them?"
"What are you trying to say?" Taraza demanded.
"Could the whores have been acting upon information revealed to them by the Tleilaxu? Tar, what if this secret thing Waff's people have introduced into our ghola is something that would make the ghola a male equivalent of the Honored Matres?"
Taraza put a hand to her mouth and dropped it quickly when she saw how much the gesture revealed. It was too late. No matter. They were still two Reverend Mothers together.
Odrade said: "And we have ordered Lucilla to make him irresistible to most women."
"How long have the Tleilaxu been dealing with those whores?" Taraza demanded.
Odrade shrugged. "A better question is this: How long have they been dealing with their own Lost Ones returned from the Scattering? Tleilaxu speak to Tleilaxu and many secrets could be revealed."
"A brilliant projection on your part," Taraza said. "What probability value do you attach to it?"
"You know that as well as I do. It would explain many things."
