"I find it marvelous that a Mentat and a Reverend Mother could be such a hypocrite," he said.
Teg tugged at Idaho's arm. "Are you fighting?"
Idaho brushed the hand away. "Yes, we're fighting."
Bellonda could not tear her gaze from Idaho's. She wanted to turn and flee. What was he doing? This had gone completely awry!
"Hypocrites and criminals among you?" he asked.
Once more, Bellonda remembered the comeyes. He was playing not only her but the watchers as well! And doing it with exquisite care. She was suddenly filled with admiration for his performance but this did not allay her fear.
"I ask why your Sisters tolerate you?" His lips moved with such delicate precision! "Are you a necessary evil? A source of valuable data and, occasionally, good advice?"
She found her voice. "How dare you?" Guttural and containing all of her vaunted viciousness.
"It could be that you strengthen your Sisters." Voice flat, not changing tone in the slightest. "Weak links create places others must reinforce and that would strengthen those others."
Bellonda realized she was barely keeping her hold on Mentat mode. Could any of this be true? Was it possible Mother Superior saw her that way?
"You came with criminal disobedience in mind," he said. "All in the name of necessity! A little drama for the comeyes, proving you had no other choice."
She found his words restoring Mentat abilities. Did he do that knowingly? She was fascinated by the need to study his manner as well as his words. Did he really read her that well? The record of this encounter might be far more valuable than her little playlet. And the outcome no different!
"You think Mother Superior's wishes are law?" she asked.
"Do you really think me unobservant?" Waving a hand at Teg, who started to interrupt. "Bell! Be only a Mentat."
"I hear you." And so do many others!
"I'm deep into your problem."
"We've given you no problem!"
"But you have. You have, Bell. You're misers the way you parcel out the pieces but I see it."
Bellonda abruptly remembered Odrade saying: "I don't need a Mentat! I need an inventor."
"You... need... me," Idaho said. "Your problem is still in its shell but the meat's there and must be extracted."
"Why would we possibly need you?"
"You need my imagination, my inventiveness, things that kept me alive in the face of Leto's wrath."
"You've said he killed you so many times you lost count." Eat your own words, Mentat!
He gave her an exquisitely controlled smile, so precise that neither she nor the comeyes could mistake its intent. "But how can you trust me, Bell?"
He condemns himself!
"Without something new you're doomed," he said. "Only a matter of time and you all know it. Perhaps not this generation. Perhaps not even the next one. But inevitably."
Teg pulled sharply at Idaho's sleeve. "The Bashar could help, couldn't he?"
So the boy really listened. Idaho patted Teg's arm. "The Bashar's not enough." Then to Bellonda: "Underdogs together. Must we growl over the same bone?"
"You've said that before." And doubtless will say it again.
"Still Mentat?" he asked. "Then discard drama! Get the romantic haze off our problem."
Dar's the romantic! Not me!
"What's romantic," he asked, "about little pockets of Scattered Bene Gesserit waiting to be slaughtered?"
"You think none will escape?"
"You're seeding the universe with enemies," he said. "You're feeding Honored Matres!"
She was fully (and only) Mentat then, required to match this ghola ability for ability. Drama? Romance? The body got in the way of Mentat performance. Mentats must use the body, not let it interfere.
"No Reverend Mother you've Scattered has ever returned or sent a message," he said. "You try to reassure yourselves by saying only the Scattered ones know where they go. How can you ignore the message they send in this other fact? Why has not one tried to communicate with Chapterhouse?"
He's chiding all of us, damn him! And he's right.
"Have I stated our problem in its most elemental form?"
Mentat questioning!
"Simplest question, simplest projection," she agreed.
"Amplified sexual ecstasy: Bene Gesserit imprint? Are Honored Matres trapping your people out there?"
"Murbella?" A one-word challenge. Assess this woman you say you love! Does she know things we should know?
"They're conditioned against raising their own enjoyment to addictive levels but they are vulnerable."
"She denies there are Bene Gesserit sources in Honored Matre history."
"As she was conditioned to do."
"A lust for power instead?"
"At last, you have asked a proper question." And when she did not reply, he said: "Mater Felicissima." Addressing her by the ancient term for Bene Gesserit Council members.
She knew why he did it and felt the word produce the wanted effect. She was firmly balanced now, Mentat Reverend Mother encompassed by the mohalata of her own Spice Agony - that union of benign Other Memory protecting her from domination by malignant ancestors.
How did he know to do that? Every observer behind the comeyes would be asking that question. Of course! The Tyrant trained him thus, time and time again. What do we have here? What is this talent Mother Superior dares employ? Dangerous, yes, but far more valuable than I suspected. By the gods of our own creation! Is he the tool to free us?