"Of course it's stupid. I'm sorry. You're sure you won't stay? We owe you the chance to make your own decision."
Bene Gesserit fastidiousness with those who served them loyally!
"I'll join you."
The grief they saw on his face was not simulated. He wore it openly when he returned to his console.
My assigned position.
He did not try to hide his actions when he coded for the ship's ID circuits.
Allies in Archives.
The circuits came flashing up on his projections - colored ribbons with a broken link into flight systems. The way around that breakage was visible after only a few moments' study. Mentat observations had been prepared for it.
Multiples through the core!
Idaho sat back and waited.
Lift-off was a skull-rattling moment of blankness that stopped abruptly when they were far enough clear of the surface to engage nullfields and enter foldspace.
Idaho watched his projection. There they were: the old couple in their garden setting! He saw the net shimmering in front of them, the man gesturing at it, smiling in round-faced satisfaction. They moved in a transparent overlay that revealed ship circuits behind them. The net grew larger - not lines but ribbons thicker than the projected circuits.
The man's lips shaped words but there was no sound. "We expected you."
Idaho's hands went to his console, fingers splayed in the comfield to grasp required elements of the circuit control. No time for niceties. Gross disruption. He was into the core within a second. From there, it was a simple matter to dump entire segments. Navigation went first. He saw the net begin to thin, the look of surprise on the man's face. Nullfields were next. Idaho felt the ship lurching in foldspace. The net tipped, becoming elongated with the two watchers foreshortened and thinned. Idaho wiped out star-memory circuits, taking his own data with them.
Net and watchers vanished.
How did I know they would be there?
He had no answer except a certainty rooted in the repeated visions.
Sheeana did not look up when he found her at the temporary flight-control board in the guard quarters. She was bent over the board, staring at it in consternation. The projection above her showed they had emerged from foldspace. Idaho recognized none of the visible star patterns but he had expected that.
Sheeana swiveled and looked at Garimi standing over her. "We've lost all data storage!"
Idaho tapped his temple with a forefinger. "No we haven't."
"But it'll take years to recover even the essentials!" Sheeana protested. "What happened?"
"We're an unidentifiable ship in an unidentifiable universe," Idaho said. "Isn't that what we wanted?"
There's no secret to balance. You just have to feel the waves.
- Darwi Odrade
Murbella felt that an age had passed since she recognized Duncan's decision.
Vanish into space! Leave me!
The unvarying time sense of the Agony told her only seconds had elapsed since awareness of his intentions but she felt she had known this from the first.
He must be stopped!
She was reaching for her comboard when Central began to shudder. The quaking continued for an interminable time and subsided slowly.
Bellonda was on her feet. "What..."
"The no-ship at the Flat has just lifted," Murbella said.
Bellonda reached for the comboard but Murbella stopped her.
"It's gone."
She must not see my pain.
"But who..." Bellonda fell silent. She had her own assessments of consequences and saw then what Murbella saw.
Murbella sighed. She had all of the curses of history at her disposal and wanted none of them.
"At lunchtime, I will eat in my private dining room. with councillors and I want you present," Murbella said. "Tell Duana oyster stew again."
Bellonda started to protest but all that came out was: "Again?" "You will recall I ate alone downstairs last night?" Murbella resumed her seat.
Mother Superior has duties!
There were maps to change and rivers to follow and Honored Matres to domesticate.
Some waves throw you, Murbella. But you get back up and go on with it. Seven times down, eight times up. You can balance on strange surfaces.
I know, Dar. Willing participation in your dream.
Bellonda stared at her until Murbella said, "I made my councillors sit at a distance from me at dinner last night. It was strange - only the two tables in the whole dining room."
Why do I continue this inane chatter? What excuses do I have for my extraordinary behavior?
"We wondered why none of us were permitted in our own dining room," Bellonda said.
"To save your lives! But you should have seen their interest. I read their lips. Angelika said: 'She's eating some kind of stew. I heard her discussing it with the chef. Isn't this a marvelous world we've acquired? We must sample that stew she ordered.' "
"Samples," Bellonda said. " I see." Then: "You know, don't you, Sheeana took the Van Gogh painting from... your sleeping chamber?"
Why does that hurt?
"I noticed it was missing."
"Said she was borrowing it for her room in the ship."
Murbella's lips went thin.
Damn them! Duncan and Sheeana! Teg, Scytale... all of them gone and no way to follow. But we still have axlotl tanks and Idaho cells from our children. Not the same... but close. He thinks he's escaped!
"Are you all right, Murbella?" Concern in Bell's voice.
You warned me about wild things, Dar, and I didn't listen.
"After we've eaten, I will take my councillors on an inspection tour of Central. Tell my acolyte I'll want cider before retiring."
Bellonda left, muttering. That was more like her.