“Not the way he does it. He invents tactics and strategies. Just like that!” Snapping his fingers.
“More violence. Just like Honored Matres.”
“Not always. Bashar had a reputation for winning without battle.”
“I’ve seen the histories.”
“Don’t trust them.”
“But you just said . . .”
“Histories focus on confrontations. Some truth in that but it hides more persistent things that go on in spite of upheavals.”
“Persistent things?”
“What history touches the woman in the rice paddy driving her water buffalo ahead of her plow while her husband is off somewhere, most likely a conscript, carrying a weapon?”
“Why is that persistent and more important than . . .”
“Her babies at home need food. Man’s away on this perennial madness? Someone has to do the plowing. She’s a true image of human persistence.”
“You sound so bitter . . . I find that odd.”
“Considering my military
“That, yes, the Bene Gesserit emphasis on . . . on their Bashar and elite troops and . . .”
“You think they’re just more self-important people going on about their self-important violence? They’ll ride right over the woman with her plow?”
“Why not?”
“Because very little escapes them. The violent ones ride
“Again, why not?”
“The self-important have limited vision because they ride a death-reality. Woman and plow are life-reality. Without life-reality there’d be no humankind. My Tyrant saw this. The Sisters bless him for it even while they curse him.”
“So you’re a willing participant in their dream.”
“I guess I am.” He sounded surprised.
“And you’re being completely honest with Teg?”
“He asks, I give him candid answers. I don’t believe in doing violence to curiosity.”
“And you have full responsibility for him?”
“That isn’t exactly what she said.”
“Ahhhhh, my love. Not
“As long as we’re ignoring the comeyes, spit it out!”
“Lies, cheating, vicious . . .”
“Hey! The Bene Gesserit?”
“They have that hoary old excuse: Sister A does it so if I do it that’s not so bad. Two crimes cancel each other.”
“What crimes?”
She hesitated.
“Maybe we should disappoint her.” He knew it was a mistake to say this as soon as it was out.
“Poetic justice!” Murbella was delighted.
“So they condition you to accept their judgment.”
“There are loopholes in any system.”
“You know, darling, acolytes learn things.”
“That’s why they’re acolytes.”
“I mean we talk to one another.”
“We? You’re an acolyte? You’re a proselyte!”
“Whatever I am, I’ve heard stories. Your Teg may not be what he seems.”
“Acolyte gossip.”
“There are stories out of Gammu, Duncan.”
He stared at her.
She took his silence as an invitation to continue. “They say Teg moved faster than the eye could see, that he . . .”
“Probably started those stories himself.”
“Some Sisters don’t discount them. They’re taking a wait-and-see attitude. They want precautions.”
“Haven’t you learned anything about Teg from your precious
“But remember I was on Gammu then. Honored Matres were very upset. Enraged. Something went wrong.”
“Sure. Teg did the unexpected. Surprised them. Stole one of their no-ships.” He patted the wall beside him. “This one.”
“The Sisterhood has its forbidden ground, Duncan. They’re always telling me to wait for the Agony. All will become clear! Damn them!”
“Sounds like they’re preparing you for the Missionaria teaching. Engineer religions for specific purposes and selected populations.”
“You don’t see anything wrong in that?”
“Morality. I don’t argue that with Reverend Mothers.”
“Why not?”
“Religions founder on that rock. BGs don’t founder.”
“Bell only wanted to kill me because of it.”
“You don’t think Odrade is just as bad?”
“What a question!”