"It's not that simple. Our Truthsayers are not certain of him."
"He is opaque."
"When have you studied him?"
"Dar! I have access to comeye records."
" I know, but..."
"Dammit! Will you keep your eyes on Teg? Look at him! What's happening?"
Odrade snapped her attention to the seated child.
Teg looked at the comeyes, an expression of terrible intensity on his face.
It had been for him like awakening from sleep in the stress of conflict, an aide's hand shaking him. Something needed his attention! He recalled sitting in the no-ship's command center, Dar standing beside him with a hand on his neck. Scratching him? Something urgent to do. What? His body felt wrong. Gammu... and now they were on Dune and... He remembered different things: childhood on Chapterhouse? Dar as... as... More memories meshed. They tried to imprint me!
Awareness flowed around this thought like a river spreading itself for a rock.
"Dar! Are you there? You're there!"
Odrade sat back and put a hand to her chin. What now?
"Mother!" What an accusatory tone!
Odrade touched a transplate beside her chair. "Hello, Miles. Shall we go for a walk in the orchards?"
"No more games, Dar. I know why you need me. I warn you, though: Violence projects the wrong kinds of people into power. As if you didn't know!"
"Still loyal to the Sisterhood, Miles, in spite of what we just tried?"
He glanced at the watchful Sheeana. "Still your obedient dog."
Odrade shot an accusatory look at the smiling Idaho. "You and your damned stories!"
Chapter Twenty-Two
"All right, Miles - no more games but I have to know about Gammu. They say you moved faster than the eye could follow."
"True." Flat, what-the-hell tone.
"And just now..."
"This body's too small to carry the load."
"But you..."
"I used it up in just one burst and I'm starving."
Odrade glanced at Idaho. He nodded. Truth.
She motioned the Proctors back from the hatch. They hesitated before obeying. What had Bell told them?
Teg was not through. "Do I have it right, daughter? Since every individual is accountable ultimately to the self, formation of that self demands the utmost care and attention?"
That damned mother of his taught him everything!
"I apologize, Miles. We did not know how your mother prepared you."
"Whose idea was it?" He looked at Sheeana as he spoke.
"My idea, Miles," Idaho said.
"Oh, you're there, too?" More memory trickled back.
"And I recall the pain you caused me when you restored my memories," Idaho said.
That sobered him. "Point taken, Duncan. No apology needed." He looked at the speakers relaying their voices. "How's the air at the top, Dar? Rarefied enough for you?"
Damned silly idea! she thought. And he knows it. Not rarefied at all. The air was thick with the breathing of those around her, including ones wanting to share her dramatic presence, ones with ideas (sometimes the idea they would be better at her job), ones with offering hands and demanding hands. Rarefied, indeed! She sensed that Teg was trying to tell her something. What?
"Sometimes I must be the autocrat!"
She heard herself saying this to him during one of their orchard walks, explaining "autocrat" to him and adding: "I have the power and must use it. That drags on me terribly."
You have the power, so use it! That was what this Mentat Bashar was telling her. Kill me or release me, Dar.
Still, she stalled for time and knew he would sense it. "Miles, Burzmali's dead, but he kept a reserve force here he trained himself. The best of -"
"Don't bother me with petty details!" What a voice of command! Thin and reedy but all other essentials there.
Without being told, the Proctors returned to the hatch. Odrade waved them away with an angry gesture. Only then did she realize that she had reached a decision.
"Give him back his clothes and bring him out," she said. "Get Streggi in here."
Teg's first words on emerging alarmed Odrade and made her wonder if she had made a mistake.
"What if I will not do battle the way you want?"
"But you said..."
"I've said many things in my... lives. Battle doesn't reinforce moral sense, Dar."
She (and Taraza) had heard the Bashar on that subject more than once. "Warfare leaves a residue of 'eat drink and be merry' that often leads inexorably to moral breakdown."
Correct but she did not know what he had in mind with his reminder. "For every veteran who returns with a new sense of destiny ('I survived; that must be God's purpose') more come home with barely submerged bitterness, ready to take 'the easy way' because they saw so much of it in the stresses of war."
They were Teg's words but her belief.
Streggi hurried into the room but before she could speak, Odrade motioned her to stand aside and wait silently.
For once, the acolyte had the courage to disobey Mother Superior.
"Duncan should know he has another daughter. Mother and child live and are healthy." She looked at Teg. "Hello, Miles." Only then did Streggi remove herself to the rear wall and stand quietly.
She is better than I hoped, Odrade thought.
Idaho relaxed into his chair, feeling now the tensions of worry that had interfered with his appreciation of what he had observed here.
Teg nodded to Streggi but spoke to Odrade: "Any more words to whisper in God's ear?" It was essential to control their attention and count on Odrade recognizing it. "If not, I'm really famished."