"Oh, no! Never overdo it."
"Let them know hunger awaits them if they don't fall into line. Give them a look at the boredom imposed on boat rockers." Thank you, Mother Superior. It's an appropriate image.
"Don't you let the bull get an occasional matador?"
"Of course. Thump! Got that one! Then you wait for the laughter to subside."
" I knew you didn't allow a democracy!"
"Why won't you believe me?" You're tempting fate!
"Because you'd have to permit open voting, juries and judges and..."
"We call them Proctors. A sort of jury of the Whole."
Now you've confused her.
"And no laws... regulations, whatever you want to call them?"
"Didn't I say we defined them separately? Regulation-past. Law-future."
"You limit these... these Proctors, somehow!"
"They can arrive at any decision they desire, the way a jury should function. The law be damned!"
"That's a very disturbing idea." She's disturbed all right. Look at how dull her eyes are.
"The first rule of our democracy: no laws restricting juries. Such laws are stupid. It's astonishing how stupid humans can be when acting in small, self-serving groups."
"You're calling me stupid, aren't you!"
Beware the orange.
"There appears to be a rule of nature that says it's almost impossible for self-serving groups to act enlightened."
"Enlightened! I knew it!"
That's a dangerous smile. Be careful.
"It means flowing with the forces of life, adjusting your actions that life may continue."
"With the greatest amount of happiness for the greatest number, of course."
Quick! We've been too clever! Change the subject!
"That was an element the Tyrant left out of his Golden Path. He didn't consider happiness, only survival of humankind."
We said change the subject! Look at her! She's in a rage!
Great Honored Matre dropped her hand away from her chin. "And I was going to invite you into our order, make you one of us. Release you."
Get her off this! Quick!
"Don't speak," Great Honored Matre said. "Don't even open your mouth."
Now you've done it!
"You'd help Logno or one of the others and she'd be in my seat!!" She glanced at the crouching Futar. "Eat, darling?"
"Not eat nice lady."
"Then I'll throw her carcass to the herd!"
"Great Honored Matre -"
"I told you not to speak! You dared call me Dama."
She was out of her chair in a blur. Lucilla's cage door slammed open with a crash against the wall. Lucilla tried to dodge but the shigawire confined her. She did not see the kick that crushed her temple.
As she died, Lucilla's awareness was filled with a scream of rage - the horde of Lampadas venting emotions it had confined for many generations.
Some never participate. Life happens to them. They get by on little more than dumb persistence and resist with anger or violence all things that might lift them out of resentment-filled illusions of security.
- Alma Mavis Taraza
Back and forth, back and forth. All day long, back and forth. Odrade shifted from one comeye record to another, searching, undecided, uneasy. First a look at Scytale, then young Teg out there with Duncan and Murbella, then a long stare out a window while she thought about Burzmali's last report from Lampadas.
How soon could they try to restore the Bashar's memories? Would a restored ghola obey?
Why no more word from the Rabbi? Should we begin Extremis Progressiva, Sharing among ourselves as far as possible? The effect on morale would be devastating.
Records were projected above her table while aides and advisors entered and departed. Necessary interruptions. Sign this. Approve that. Decrease melange for this group?
Bellonda was here, seated at the table. She had stopped asking what Odrade sought and merely watched with that unwavering stare. Merciless.
They had argued about whether a new sandworm population in the Scattering might restore the Tyrant's malign influence. That endless dream in each revenant of the worm still worried Bell. But population numbers alone said the Tyrant's hold on their destiny was ended.
Tamalane had come in earlier seeking some record from Bellonda. Fresh from a new accumulation of Archives, Bellonda had launched herself into a diatribe about Sisterhood population shifts, the drain on resources.
Odrade stared out the window now as dusk moved across the landscape. It became darker in almost imperceptible shadings. As full dark fell, she became aware of lights far out in the plantation houses. She knew those lights had been turned on much earlier but she had the sensation that night created the lights. Some blanked out occasionally as people moved about in their dwellings. No people - no lights. Don't waste energy.
Winking lights held her attention for a moment. A variation on the old question about a tree falling in the forest: Was there sound if no one heard? Odrade voted on the side of those who said vibrations existed no matter whether a sensor recorded them.
Do secret sensors follow our Scattering? What new talents and inventions do the first Scattered Ones use?
Bellonda had allowed long enough silence. "Dar, you're sending worrisome signals through Chapterhouse."
Odrade accepted this without comment.
"Whatever you're doing, it's being interpreted as indecision." How sad Bell sounds. "Important groups are discussing whether to replace you. Proctors are voting."
"Only the Proctors?"
"Dar, did you really wave at Praska the other day and tell her it was good to be alive?"