Teg repressed a sigh. These things happened in battle but he didn't like depending on primitive coms. "We'll set up here. Get more squawkers." They, at least, had the range.
Haker glanced at the greenery around them. "Here?"
"I don't like the look of those buildings up ahead. That tower commands this area. And they must have underground access. I would."
"There's nothing on the..."
"My memory layout doesn't include that tower. Get sonics in here to check the ground. I want our plan brought up to the minute with secure information."
Haker's squawker came alive with an override voice: "Bashar! Is the Bashar available?"
Streggi moved him next to Haker without being told. Teg took the squawker, whistling his code as he grabbed it.
"Bashar, it's a mess at the Flat. About a hundred of them tried to lift and ran into our screen. No survivors."
"Any sign of Mother Superior or her Spider Queen?"
"Negative. We can't tell. I mean it's a real mess. Shall I screen a view?"
"Get me a dispatch. And keep looking for Odrade!"
"I tell you nothing survived here, Bashar." There was a click and a low hum, then another voice: "Dispatch."
Teg brought his voice-print coder from beneath his chin and barked quick orders. "Scramble a hammership over the Citadel. Put the scene at the Landing Flat and their other disasters on open relay. All bands. Make sure they can see it. Announce no survivors at the Flat. "
The double click of received-confirmed broke the link. Haker said: "Do you really think you can terrify them?"
"Educate them." He repeated Odrade's parting words: "Their education has been sadly neglected."
What had happened to Odrade? He felt sure she must be dead, perhaps the first casualty here. She had expected that. Dead but not lost if Murbella could restrain her impetuosity.
Odrade, at that moment, had Teg in direct sight from the tower. Logno had silenced her vital-signs transmissions with a countersignal shield and had brought her to the tower shortly after the arrival of the first refugees from Gammu. No one questioned Logno's supremacy. A dead Great Honored Matre and a live one could only be something familiar.
Expecting to be killed at any moment, Odrade still gathered data as she went up in a nulltube with guards. The tube was an artifact from the Scattering, a transparent piston in a transparent cylinder. Few obstructing walls at the floors they passed. Mostly views of living areas and esoteric hardware Odrade surmised had military purposes. Lush evidence of comfort and quiet increased the higher they went.
Power climbs physically as well as psychologically.
Here they were at the top. A section of the tube cylinder swung outward and a guard pushed her roughly onto a thickly carpeted floor.
The workroom Dana showed me down there was another set piece.
Odrade recognized secrecy. Equipment and furnishings here would have been almost unrecognizable were it not for Murbella's knowledge. So other action centers were for show. Potemkin villages built for Reverend Mother.
Logno lied about Dama's intentions. I was expected to leave unharmed... carrying no useful information.
What other lies had they paraded in front of her?
Logno and all but one guard went to a console on Odrade's right. Pivoting on one foot, Odrade looked around. This was the real center. She studied it with care. Odd place. An aura of the sanitary. Treated with chemicals to make it clean. No bacterial or viral contaminants. No strangers in the blood. Everything debugged like a showcase for rare viands. And Dama showed interest in Bene Gesserit immunity to diseases. There was bacterial warfare in the Scattering.
They want one thing from us!
And just one surviving Reverend Mother would satisfy them if they could wrest information from her.
A full Bene Gesserit cadre would have to examine the strands of this web and see where they led.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
If we win.
The operations console where Logno concentrated her attention was smaller than the showcase ones. Fingerfield manipulation. The hood on a low table beside Logno was smaller and transparent, revealing the medusa tangle of probes.
Shigawire for sure.
The hood showed a close affinity to T-probes from the Scattering Teg and others had described. Did these women possess more technological marvels? They must.
A glittering wall behind Logno, windows on her left opening onto a balcony, a far vista of Junction visible out there with movement of troops and armor. She recognized Teg in the distance, a figure on the shoulders of an adult, but gave no sign she saw anything extraordinary. She continued her slow study. Door to a passage with another nulltube partly visible in a separate area to her immediate left. More green tile on the floor there. Different functions in that space.
A sudden burst of noises erupted beyond the wall. Odrade identified some of them. Boots of soldiers made a distinctive sound on tiles. Swish of exotic fabrics. Voices. She distinguished accents of Honored Matres responding to each other in tones of shock.
We're winning!
Shock was to be expected when the invincible were brought low. She studied Logno. Would it be a plunge into despair?
If so, I may survive.
Murbella's role might be changed. Well, that could wait. Sisters had been briefed on what to do in the event of victory. Neither they nor anyone else in the attack force would lay rough hands on an Honored Matre - erotic or otherwise. Duncan had prepared the men, making the perils of sexual entrapment thoroughly known.
Risk no bondage. Raise no new antagonisms.
The new Spider Queen was revealed now as someone even stranger than Odrade had suspected. Logno left her console and came to within a pace of Odrade. "You have won this battle. We are your prisoners."