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"Perhaps death will not part us," Taraza said. It was the traditional farewell
of a Reverend Mother to a Sister-equal.
"Go!" The heavy-featured man dashed to the corridor hatchway and flung it open,
revealing two Ixian guards, looks of surprise on their faces. His voice hoarse,
the man ordered: "Take them to their lighter."
Still relaxed and calm, Teg said: "Summon your people, Mother Superior." To
the man standing at the hatchway, Teg said: "You value your own skin too much
to be a good soldier. None of my people would have made such an error."
"There are true Honored Matres aboard this ship," the man grated. "I am sworn
to protect them."
Teg grimaced and turned to where Taraza was leading her people from the
adjoining room: two Reverend Mothers and four acolytes. Teg recognized one of
the Reverend Mothers: Darwi Odrade. He had seen her before only at a distance
but the oval face and lovely eyes were arresting: so like Lucilla.
"Do we have time for introductions?" Taraza asked.
"Of course, Mother Superior."
Teg nodded and grasped the hand of each woman as Taraza presented them.
As they left, Teg turned to the uniformed stranger. "One must always observe
the niceties," Teg said. "Otherwise we are less than human."
Not until they were on the lighter, Taraza seated beside him and her entourage
nearby, did Teg ask the overriding question.
"How did they take you?"
The lighter was plunging planetward. The screen in front of Teg showed that the
Ix-branded Guildship obeyed his command to remain in orbit until his party was
safely behind its planetary defenses.
Before Taraza could respond, Odrade leaned across the aisle separating them and
said: "I have countermanded the Bashar's orders to destroy that Guildship,
Mother."
Teg swiveled his head sharply and glared at Odrade. "But they took you captive
and . . ." He scowled. "How did you know I --"
"Miles!"
Taraza's voice conveyed overwhelming reproof. He grinned ruefully. Yes, she
knew him almost as well as he knew himself . . . better in some respects.
"They did not just capture us, Miles," Taraza said. "We allowed ourselves to be
taken. Ostensibly, I was escorting Dar to Rakis. We left our no-ship at
Junction and asked for the fastest Guild Transport. All of my Council,
including Burzmali, agreed that these intruders from the Scattering would
subvert the Transport and take us to you, aiming to pick up all the pieces of
the ghola project."
Teg was aghast. The risk!
"We knew you would rescue us," Taraza said. "Burzmali was standing by in case
you failed."
"That Guildship you've spared," Teg said, "will summon assistance and attack our
--"
"They will not attack Gammu," Taraza said. "Too many diverse forces from the
Scattering are assembled on Gammu. They would not dare alienate so many."
"I wish I were as certain of that as you appear to be," Teg said.
"Be certain, Miles. Besides, there are other reasons for not destroying the
Guildship. Ix and the Guild have been caught taking sides. That's bad for
business and they need all of the business they can get."
"Unless they have more important customers offering greater profits!"
"Ahhhhh, Miles." She spoke in a musing voice. "What we latter-day Bene
Gesserit really do is try to let matters achieve a calmer tone, a balance. You
know this."
Teg found this true but he locked on one phrase: ". . . latter-day . . ." The
words conveyed a sense of summation-at-death. Before he could question this,
Taraza continued:
"We like to settle the most passionate situations off the battlefield. I must
admit we have the Tyrant to thank for that attitude. I don't suppose you've
ever thought of yourself as a product of the Tyrant's conditioning, Miles, but
you are."
Teg accepted this without comment. It was a factor in the entire spread of
human society. No Mentat could avoid it as a datum.
"That quality in you, Miles, drew us to you in the first place," Taraza said.
"You can be damnably frustrating at times but we wouldn't have you any other
way."
By subtle revelations in tone and manner, Teg realized that Taraza was not
speaking solely for his benefit, but was also directing her words at her
entourage.
"Have you any idea, Miles, how maddening it is to hear you argue both sides of
an issue with equal force? But your simpatico is a powerful weapon. How
terrified some of our foes have been to find you confronting them where they had
not the slightest suspicion you might appear!"
Teg allowed himself a tight smile. He glanced at the women seated across the
aisle from them. Why was Taraza directing such words at this group? Darwi
Odrade appeared to be resting, head back, eyes closed. Several of the others
were chatting among themselves. None of this was conclusive to Teg. Even Bene
Gesserit acolytes could follow several trains of thought simultaneously. He
returned his attention to Taraza.
"You really feel things the way the enemy feels them," Taraza said. "That is
what I mean. And, of course, when you're in that mental frame there is no enemy
for you."
"Yes, there is!"
"Don't mistake my words, Miles. We have never doubted your loyalty. But it's
uncanny how you make us see things we have no other way of seeing. There are
times when you are our eyes."
Darwi Odrade, Teg saw, had opened her eyes and was looking at him. She was a
lovely woman. Something disturbing about her appearance. As with Lucilla, she
reminded him of someone in his past. Before Teg could follow this thought,
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