"Malky was not a fool; neither are you, my dear."
"I have not heard from my uncle in years. Sometimes I wonder if he still lives."
"Perhaps we will learn that as well. Did Malky ever discuss with you my practice of Taquiyya?"
She thought about this a moment, then: "It was called Ketman among the ancient Fremen?"
"Yes. It is the practice of concealing the identity when revealing it might be harmful."
"I recall it now. He told me you wrote pseudonymous histories, some of them quite famous."
"That was the occasion when we discussed Taquiyya."
"Why do you speak of this, Lord?"
"To avoid other subjects. Did you know that I wrote the books of Noah Arkwright?"
She could not suppress a chuckle. "How amusing, Lord. I was required to read about his life."
"I wrote that account, too. What secrets were you asked to wrest from me?"
She did not even blink at his strategic change of subject.
"They are curious about the inner workings of the religion of the Lord Leto."
"Are they now?"
"They wish to know how you took religious control away from the Bene Gesserit."
"No doubt hoping to repeat my performance for themselves?"
"I'm sure that's in their minds, Lord."
"Hwi, you are a terrible representative of the lxians."
"I am your servant, Lord."
"Have you no curiosities of your own?"
"I fear that my curiosities might disturb you," she said.
He stared at her a moment, then: "I see. Yes, you are right. We should avoid more intimate conversation for now. Would you like me to talk about the Sisterhood?"
"Yes, that would be good. Do you know that I met one of the Bene Gesserit delegation today?"
"That would be Anteac."
"I found her frightening," she said.
"You have nothing to fear from Anteac. She went to your Embassy at my command. Were you aware that you had been invaded by Face Dancers?"
Hwi gasped, then held herself still while a cold sensation filled her breast. "Othwi Yake?" she asked.
"You suspected?"
"It's just that I did not like him, and I had been told that..." She shrugged, then, as realization swept over her: "What has happened to him?"
"The original? He is dead. That's the usual Face Dancer practice in such circumstances. My Fish Speakers have explicit orders to leave no Face Dancer alive in your Embassy."
Hwi remained silent, but tears trickled down her cheeks.
This explained the empty streets, Anteac's enigmatic "Yes." It explained many things.
"I will provide Fish Speaker assistance for you until you can make other arrangements," Leto said. "My Fish Speakers will guard you well."
Hwi shook the tears from her face. The Inquisitors of Ix would react with rage against Tleilax. Would Ix believe her report? Everyone in her Embassy taken over by Face Dancers! It was difficult to believe.
"Everyone?" she asked.
"The Face Dancers had no reason to leave any of your original people alive. You would have been next."
She shuddered.
"They delayed," he said, "because they knew they would have to copy you with a precision to defy my senses. They are not sure about my abilities."
"Then Anteac..."
"The Sisterhood and I share an ability to detect Face Dancers. And Anteac... well, she is very good at what she does."
"No one trusts the Tleilaxu," she said. "Why haven't they been wiped out long ago?"
"Specialists have their uses as well as their limitations. You surprise me, Hwi. I had not suspected you could be that bloody-minded."
"The Tleilaxu... they are too cruel to be human. They aren't human!"
"I assure you that humans can be just as cruel. I myself have been cruel on occasion."
"I know, Lord."
"With provocation," he said. "But the only people I have considered eliminating are the Bene Gesserit."
Her shock was too great for words.
"They are so close to what they should be and yet so far," he said.
She found her voice. "But the Oral History says..."
"The religion of the Reverend Mothers, yes. Once they designed specific religions for specific societies. They called it engineering. How does that strike you?"
"Callous."
"Indeed. The results fit the mistake. Even after all the grand attempts at ecumenism there were countless gods, minor deities and would-be prophets throughout the Empire."
"You changed that, Lord."
"Somewhat. But gods die hard, Hwi. My monotheism dominates, but the original pantheon remains; it has gone underground in various disguises."
"Lord, I sense in your words... a..." She shook her head.
"Am I as coldly calculating as the Sisterhood?"
She nodded.
"It was the Fremen who deified my father, the great Muad'Dib. Although he doesn't really care to be called great."
"But were the Fremen..."
"Were they right? My dearest Hwi, they were sensitive to the uses of power and they were greedy to maintain their ascendancy."
"I find this... disturbing, Lord."
"I can see that. You don't like the idea that becoming a god could be that simple, as though anyone could do it."
"It sounds much too casual, Lord." Her voice had a remote and testing quality.
"I assure you that anyone could not do it."
"But you imply that you inherited your godhood from..."