"They sought to overwhelm your sensibilities," Odrade said. "Foolish. Were they surprised when you didn't react as they wished?"
"Chagrined, I would say. I think they had seen others react as I did. I told them it was as good a way as any to get fertilizer. I believe that angered them."
"Cannibalism," Tamalane muttered.
"Only in appearance," Dortujla said. "Futars definitely are not human. Barely tamed wild animals."
"No Handlers?" Odrade asked.
"I saw none. The Futars did speak. They said, 'Eat!' before they ate and they jibed at Honored Matres around them. 'You hungry?' That sort of thing. More important was what happened after they ate."
Dortujla lapsed into a fit of coughing. "They tried poisons," she said. "Stupid women!"
When she regained her breath, Dortujla said, "A Futar came to the bars of its cage after their... banquet? It looked at the Spider Queen and it screamed. I have never heard such a sound. Chilling! Every Honored Matre in that room froze and I swear to you they were terrified."
Sheeana touched Dortujla's arm. "A predator immobilizing its prey?"
"Undoubtedly. It had qualities of Voice. The Futars appeared surprised that it did not freeze me."
"The Honored Matres' reaction?" Bellonda asked. Yes, a Mentat would require that datum.
"A general clamor when they found their voices. Many shouted for Great Honored Matre to destroy the Futars. She, however, took a calmer view. 'Too valuable alive,' she said."
"A hopeful sign," Tamalane said.
Odrade looked at Bellonda. "I will order Streggi to bring the Bashar here. Objections?"
Bellonda gave a curt nod. They knew the gamble must be taken despite questions about Teg's intentions.
To Dortujla, Odrade said: "I want you in my own guest quarters. We'll bring in Suks. Order what you need and prepare for a full Council meeting. You are a special advisor."
Dortujla spoke while struggling to her feet. "I've not slept in almost fifteen days and I will need a special meal."
"Sheeana, see to that and get the Suks up here. Tam, stay with the Bashar and Streggi. Regular reports. He'll want to go to the cantonment and take personal charge. Get him a comlink with Duncan. Nothing must impede them."
"You want me here with him?" Tamalane asked.
"You are his leech. Streggi takes him nowhere without your knowledge. He wants Duncan as Weapons Master. Make sure he accepts Duncan's confinement in the ship. Bell, any weapons data Duncan requires - priority. Comments?"
There were no comments. Thoughts about consequences, yes, but the decisiveness of Odrade's behavior infected them.
Sitting back, Odrade closed her eyes and waited until silence told her she was alone. The comeyes were still watching, of course.
They know I'm tired. Who wouldn't be under these circumstances? Three more Sisters killed by those monsters! Bashar! They must feel our lash and know the lesson!
When she heard Streggi arrive with Teg, Odrade opened her eyes. Streggi led him in by the hand but there was something about them saying this was not an adult guiding a child. Teg's movements said he gave Streggi permission to treat him this way. She would have to be warned.
Tam followed and went to a chair near the windows directly beneath the bust of Chenoeh. Significant positioning? Tam did strange things lately.
"Do you wish me to stay, Mother Superior?" Streggi released Teg's hand and stood near the door.
"Sit over there beside Tam. Listen and do not interrupt. You must know what will be required of you."
Teg hitched himself onto the chair recently occupied by Dortujla. "I suppose this is a council of war."
That's an adult behind the childish voice.
"I won't ask your plan yet," Odrade said.
Chapter Twenty-Three
"Good. The unexpected takes more time and I may not be able to tell you what I intend until the moment of action."
"We've been observing you with Duncan. Why are you interested in ships from the Scattering?"
"Long-haul ships have a distinctive appearance. I saw them on the flat at Gammu."
Teg sat back and let this sink in, glad of the briskness he sensed in Odrade's manner. Decisions! No long deliberations. That suited his needs. They must not learn the full extent of my abilities. Not yet.
"You would disguise an attack force?"
Bellonda came through the door as Odrade was speaking and growled an objection while sitting: "Impossible! They'll have recognition codes and secret signals for -"
"Let me decide that, Bell, or remove me from command."
"This is the Council!" Bellonda said. "You don't -"
"Mentat?" He looked fully at her, the Bashar apparent in his gaze.
When she fell silent, he said: "Don't question my loyalty! If you would weaken me, replace me!"
"Let him have his say." That was Tam. "This isn't the first Council where the Bashar has appeared as our equal."
Bellonda lowered her chin a fractional millimeter.
To Odrade, Teg said, "Avoiding warfare is a matter of intelligence - the gathered variety and intellectual power."
Throwing our own cant at us! She heard Mentat in his voice and Bellonda obviously heard this as well. Intelligence and intelligence: the doubled view. Without it, warfare often occurred as an accident.
The Bashar sat silently, letting them stew in their own historical observations. The urge to conflict went far deeper than consciousness. The Tyrant had been right. Humankind acted as "one beast." The forces impelling that great collective animal went back to tribal days and beyond, as did so many forces to which humans responded without thinking.