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.Some Chapterhouse Sisters might escape.But flight at the moment of attack -- how futile!Key people shared Other Memory anyway.Preparation.Mother Superior avoided it.Reasons of morale!Where to run and who might escape, who might be captured? Those were the real questions.What if they captured Sheeana down there at the edge of the new desert waiting for sandworms that might never appear? Sheeana plus the sandworms: a potent religious force Honored Matres might know how to exploit.And what if Honored Matres captured ghola-Idaho or ghola-Teg? There might never again be a hiding place if one of those possibilities occurred.What if? What if?Angry frustration said: "Should've killed Idaho the minute we got him! We should never have grown ghola-Teg."Only her Council members, immediate advisors and some among the watchdogs shared her suspicion.They sat on it with reservations.None of them felt really secure about those two gholas, not even after mining the no-ship, making it vulnerable to the screaming fire.In those last hours before his heroic sacrifice, had Teg been able to see the unseeable (including no-ships)? How did he know where to meet us on that desert of Dune?And if Teg could do it, the dangerously talented Duncan Idaho with his uncounted generations of accumulated Atreides (and unknown) genes might also stumble upon the ability.I might do it myself!With sudden shocking insight, Odrade realized for the first time that Tamalane and Bellonda watched their Mother Superior with the same fears that Odrade felt in watching the two gholas.Merely knowing it could be done -- that a human could be sensitized to detect no-ships and the other forms of that shielding -- would have an unbalancing effect on their universe.It would certainly set the Honored Matres on a runaway track.There were uncounted Idaho offspring loose in the universe.He had always complained he was "no damned stud for the Sisterhood," but he had performed for them many times.Always thought he was doing it for himself.And maybe he was.Any mainline Atreides offspring might have this talent the Council suspected had come to flower in Teg.Where did the months and years go? And the days? Another harvest season and the Sisterhood remained in its terrible limbo.Midmorning already, Odrade realized.The sounds and smells of Central made themselves known to her.People out there in the corridor.Chicken and cabbage cooking in the communal kitchen.Everything normal.What was normal to someone who dwelt in water images even during these working moments? Sea Child could not forget Gammu, the smells, the breeze-blown substance of ocean weeds, the ozone that made every breath oxygen-rich, and the splendid freedom in those around her so apparent in the way they walked and spoke.Conversation on the sea went deeper in a way she had never plumbed.Even small talk had its subterranean elements there, an oceanic elocution that flowed with the currents beneath them.Odrade felt compelled to remember her own body afloat in that childhood sea.She needed to recapture the forces she had known there, take in the strengthening qualities she had learned in more innocent times.Face down in salty water, holding her breath as long as she could, she floated in a sea-washed now that cleansed away woes.This was stress management reduced to its essence.A great calmness flooded her.I float, therefore I am.Sea Child warned and Sea Child restored.Without ever admitting it, she had needed restoration desperately.Odrade had looked at her own face mirrored in a workroom window the previous night, shocked by the way age and responsibilities combined with fatigue to suck in her cheeks and turn down the corners of her mouth: the sensual lips thinner, the gentle curves of her face elongated.Only the all-blue eyes blazed with their accustomed intensity and she still was tall and muscular.On impulse, Odrade punched up the call symbols and stared at a projection above the table: the no-ship sitting on the ground at the Chapterhouse spacefield, a giant bump of mysterious machinery, separated from Time.Over the years of its semi-dormancy, it had depressed a great sunken area into the landing flat, becoming almost wedged there.It was a great lump, its engines ticking away only enough to keep it hidden from prescient searchers, especially from Guild Navigators who would take a special joy in selling out the Bene Gesserit.Why had she called up this image just now?Because of the three people confined there -- Scytale, the last surviving Tleilaxu Master; Murbella and Duncan Idaho, the sexually bonded pair, held as much by their mutual entrapment as they were by the no-ship.Not simple, any of it.There seldom were simple explanations for any major Bene Gesserit undertaking.The no-ship and its mortal contents could only be classified as a major effort.Costly.Very costly in energy even in its standby mode.The appearance of parsimonious metering to all of that expenditure spoke of energy crisis.One of Bell's concerns.You could hear it in her voice even when she was being her most objective: "Down to the bone and nowhere else to cut!" Every Bene Gesserit knew the watchful eyes of Accounting were on them these days, critical of the Sisterhood's outflowing vitality.Bellonda strode into the workroom unannounced with a roll of ridulian crystal records under her left arm.She walked as though she hated the floor, stamping on it as if to say: "There! Take that! And that!" Beating the floor because it was guilty of being underfoot.Odrade felt her chest tighten as she saw the look in Bell's eyes.The ridulian records went "Slap!" as Bellonda threw them onto the table."Lampadas!" Bellonda said and there was agony in her voice.Odrade had no need to open the roll.Sea Child's bloody water has become reality."Survivors?" Her voice sounded strained."None." Bellonda slumped into the chairdog she kept on her side of Odrade's table.Tamalane entered then and sat beside Bellonda.Both looked stricken.No survivors.Odrade permitted herself a slow shudder that went from her breast to the soles of her feet.She did not care that the others saw such a revealing reaction.This workroom had seen worse behavior from Sisters."Who reported?" Odrade asked.Bellonda said, "It came through our CHOAM spies and had the special mark on it.The Rabbi supplied the information, no doubt of it."Odrade did not know how to respond.She glanced at the wide bow window behind her companions, seeing a soft flutter of snowflakes.Yes, this news deservedly went with winter marshaling its forces out there.The sisters of Chapterhouse were unhappy about the sudden plunge into winter.Necessities had forced Weather Control to let the temperature drop precipitately.No gradual decline into winter, no kindness to growing things that now must pass through the freezing dormancy.This was three and four degrees colder every night.Get the whole thing over in a week or so and plunge them all into the seemingly interminable chill.Cold to match the news about Lampadas.One result of this weather shift was fog.She could see it dissipating as the brief snow flurry ended.Very confusing weather.They got the dewpoint next to the air temperature and the fog rolled into the remaining wet spots [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]