Taraza spoke bitterly. "What do you think of your alliance with the Tleilaxu now?"
"More necessary than ever. We must be on the inside. We must be where we can influence those who contend."
"Abomination!" Taraza snapped.
"What?"
"This ghola is like a recording device in human shape. They have planted him in our midst. If the Tleilaxu get their hands on him they will know many things about us."
"That would be clumsy."
"And typical of them!"
"I agree that there are other implications in our situation," Odrade said. "But such arguments only tell me that we dare not kill the ghola until we have examined him ourselves."
"That might be too late! Damn your alliance, Dar! You gave them a hold on us... and us a hold on them - and neither of us dares let go."
"Is that not the perfect alliance?"
Taraza sighed. "How soon must we give them access to our breeding records?"
"Soon. Waff is pressing the matter."
"Then, will we see their axlotl... tanks?"
"That is, of course, the lever I am using. He has given his reluctant agreement."
"Deeper and deeper into each other's pockets," Taraza growled.
Her tone all innocence, Odrade said: "A perfect alliance, just as I said."
"Damn, damn, damn," Taraza muttered. "And Teg has reawakened the ghola's original memories!"
"But has Lucilla..."
"I don't know!" Taraza turned a grim expression on Odrade and recounted the most recent reports from Gammu: Teg and his party located, the briefest of accounts about them and nothing from Lucilla; plans made to bring them out.
Her own words produced an unsettling picture in Taraza's mind. What was this ghola? They had always known the Duncan Idahos were not ordinary gholas. But now, with augmented nerve and muscle capabilities plus this unknown thing the Tleilaxu had introduced - it was like holding a burning club. You knew you might have to use the club for your own survival but the flames approached at a terrifying speed.
Odrade spoke in a musing tone: "Have you ever tried to imagine what it must be like for a ghola suddenly to awaken in renewed flesh?"
"What? What are you..."
"Realizing that your flesh was grown from the cells of a cadaver," Odrade said. "He remembers his own death."
"The Idahos were never ordinary people," Taraza said.
"The same may be said for these Tleilaxu Masters."
"What are you trying to say?"
Odrade rubbed her own forehead, taking a moment to review her thoughts. This was so difficult with someone who rejected affection, with someone who thrust outward from a core of rage. Taraza had no... no simpatico. She could not assume the flesh and senses of another except as an exercise in logic.
"A ghola's awakening must be a shattering experience," Odrade said, lowering her hand. "Only the ones with enormous mental resilience would survive."
"We assume that the Tleilaxu Masters are more than they appear to be."
"And the Duncan Idahos?"
"Of course. Why else would the Tyrant keep buying them from the Tleilaxu?"
Odrade saw that the argument was pointless. She said: "The Idahos were notoriously loyal to the Atreides and we must remember that I am Atreides."
"You think loyalty will bind this one to you?"
"Especially after Lucilla -"
"That may be too dangerous!"
Odrade sat back into a corner of the divan. Taraza wanted certainty. And the lives of the serial gholas were like melange, presenting a different taste in different surroundings. How could they be sure of their ghola?
"The Tleilaxu meddle with the forces that produced our Kwisatz Haderach," Taraza muttered.
"You think that's why they want our breeding records?"
"I don't know! Damn you, Dar! Don't you see what you've done?"
"I think I had no choice," Odrade said.
Taraza produced a cold smile. Odrade's performance remained superb but she needed to be put in her place.
"You think I would have done the same?" Taraza asked.
She still does not see what has happened to me, Odrade thought. Taraza had expected her pliant Dar to act with independence but the extent of that independence had shaken the High Council. Taraza refused to see her own hand in this.
"Customary practice," Odrade said.
The words struck Taraza like a slap in the face. Only the hard training of a Bene Gesserit lifetime prevented her from striking out violently at Odrade.
Customary practice!
How many times had Taraza herself revealed this as a source of irritation, a constant goad to her carefully capped rage? Odrade had heard it often.
Odrade quoted the Mother Superior now: "Immovable custom is dangerous. Enemies can find a pattern and use it against you."
The words were forced from Taraza: "That is a weakness, yes."
"Our enemies thought they knew our way," Odrade said. "Even you, Mother Superior, thought you knew the limits within which I would perform. I was like Bellonda. Before she even spoke, you knew what Bellonda would say."
"Have we made a mistake, not elevating you above me?" Taraza asked. She spoke from her deepest allegiance.
"No, Mother Superior. We walk a delicate path but both of us can see where we must go."
"Where is Waff now?" Taraza asked.
"Asleep and well guarded."
"Summon Sheeana. We must decide whether to abort that part of the project."
"And take our lumps?"