Lucilla started in sudden surprise. 'Why... he's...'
'Miles Teg's orders,' Schwangyu said, naming the Bashar. 'All of the ghola's play is training play. Muscles are to be prepared for the day when he is restored to his original self.'
'But that's no simple exercise he's doing down there,' Lucilla said. She felt her own muscles respond sympathetically to the remembered training.
'We hold back only the Sisterhood's arcana from this ghola,' Schwangyu said. 'Almost anything else in our storehouse of knowledge can be his.' Her tone said she found this extremely objectionable.
'Surely, no one believes this ghola could become another Kwisatz Haderach,' Lucilla objected.
Schwangyu merely shrugged.
Lucilla held herself quite still, thinking. Was it possible the ghola could be transformed into a male version of a Reverend Mother? Could this Duncan Idaho learn to look inward where no Reverend Mother dared?
Schwangyu began to speak, her voice almost a growling mutter: 'The design of this project... they have a dangerous plan. They could make the same mistake...' She broke off.
They, Lucilla thought. Their ghola.
'I would give anything to know for sure the position of Ix and the Fish Speakers in this,' Lucilla said.
'Fish Speakers!' Schwangyu shook her head at the very thought of the remnant female army that had once served only the Tyrant. 'They believe in truth and justice.'
Lucilla overcame a sudden tightness in her throat. Schwangyu had all but declared open opposition. Yet, she commanded here. The political rule was a simple one: Those who opposed the project must monitor it that they might abort it at the first sign of trouble. But that was a genuine Duncan Idaho ghola down there on the lawn. Cell comparisons and Truthsayers had confirmed it.
Taraza had said: 'You are to teach him love in all of its forms.'
'He's so young,' Lucilla said, keeping her attention on the ghola.
'Young, yes,' Schwangyu said. 'So, for now, I presume you will awaken his childish responses to maternal affection. Later...' Schwangyu shrugged.
Lucilla betrayed no emotional reaction. A Bene Gesserit obeyed. I am an Imprinter. So... Taraza's orders and the Imprinter's specialized training defined a particular course of events.
To Schwangyu, Lucilla said: 'There is someone who looks like me and speaks with my voice. I am Imprinting for her. May I ask who that is?'
'No.'
Lucilla held her silence. She had not expected revelation but it had been remarked more than once that she bore a striking resemblance to Senior Security Mother Darwi Odrade. 'A young Odrade.' Lucilla had heard this on several occasions. Both Lucilla and Odrade were, of course, in the Atreides line with a strong backbreeding from Siona descendants. The Fish Speakers had no monopoly on those genes! But the Other Memories of a Reverend Mother, even with their linear selectivity and confinement to the female side, provided important clues to the broad shape of the ghola project. Lucilla, who had come to depend on her experiences of the Jessica persona buried some five thousand years back in the Sisterhood's genetic manipulations, felt a deep sense of dread from that source now. There was a familiar pattern here. It gave off such an intense feeling of doom that Lucilla fell automatically into the Litany Against Fear as she had been taught it in her first introduction to the Sisterhood's rites:
'I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.'
Calm returned to Lucilla.
Schwangyu, sensing some of this, allowed her guard to drop slightly. Lucilla was no dullard, no special Reverend Mother with an empty title and barely sufficient background to function without embarrassing the Sisterhood. Lucilla was the real thing and some reactions could not be hidden from her, not even reactions of another Reverend Mother. Very well, let her know the full extent of the opposition to this foolish, this dangerous project!
'I do not think their ghola will survive to see Rakis,' Schwangyu said.
Lucilla let this pass. 'Tell me about his friends,' she said.
'He has no friends; only teachers.'
'When will I meet them?' She kept her gaze on the opposite parapet where Patrin leaned idly-against a low pillar, his heavy lasgun at the ready. Lucilla realized with an abrupt shock that Patrin was watching her. Patrin was a message from the Bashar! Schwangyu obviously saw and understood. We guard him!
'I presume it's Miles Teg you're so anxious to meet,' Schwangyu said.
'Among others.'
'Don't you want to make contact with the ghola first?'
'I've already made contact with him.' Lucilla nodded toward the enclosed yard where the child once more stood almost motionless and looking up at her. 'He's a thoughtful one.'
'I've only the reports on the others,' Schwangyu said, 'but I suspect this is the most thoughtful one of the series.'
Lucilla suppressed an involuntary shudder at the readiness for violent opposition in Schwangyu's words and attitude. There was not one hint that the child below them shared a common humanity.
While Lucilla was thinking this, clouds covered the sun as they often did here at this hour. A cold wind blew in over the Keep's walls, swirling around the courtyard. The child turned away and picked up the speed of his exercises, getting his warmth from increased activity.
'Where does he go to be alone?' Lucilla asked.
'Mostly to his room. He has tried a few dangerous escapades, but we have discouraged this.'
'He must hate us very much.'
'I'm sure of it.'
'I will have to deal with that directly.'
'Surely, an Imprinter has no doubts about her ability to overcome hate.'
'I was thinking of Geasa.' Lucilla sent a knowing look at Schwangyu. 'I find it astonishing that you let Geasa make such a mistake.'
'I don't interfere with the normal progress of the ghola's instructions. If one of his teachers develops a real affection for him, that is not my problem.'
'An attractive child,' Lucilla said.
They stood a bit longer watching the Duncan Idaho ghola at his training-play. Both Reverend Mothers thought briefly of Geasa, one of the first teachers brought here for the ghola project. Schwangyu's attitude was plain: Geasa was a providential failure. Lucilla thought only: Schwangyu and Geasa complicated my task. Neither woman gave even a passing moment to the way these thoughts reaffirmed their loyalties.
As she watched the child in the courtyard, Lucilla began to have a new appreciation of what the Tyrant God Emperor had actually achieved. Leto II had employed this ghola-type through uncounted lifetimes - some thirty-five hundred years of them, one after another. And the God Emperor Leto II had been no ordinary force of nature. He had been the biggest juggernaut in human history, rolling over everything: over social systems, over natural and unnatural hatreds, over governmental forms, over rituals (both taboo and mandatory), over religions casual and religions intense. The crushing weight of the Tyrant's passage had left nothing unmarked, not even the Bene Gesserit.
Leto II had called it 'The Golden Path' and this Duncan Idaho-type ghola below her now had figured prominently in that awesome passage. Lucilla had studied the Bene Gesserit accounts, probably the best in the universe. Even today on most of the old Imperial Planets, newly married couples still scattered dollops of water east and west, mouthing the local version of 'Let Thy blessings flow back to us from this offering, O God of Infinite Power and Infinite Mercy.'
Once, it had been the task of Fish Speakers and their tame priesthood to enforce such obeisance. But the thing had developed its own momentum, becoming a pervasive compulsion. Even the most doubting of believers said: 'Well, it can do no harm.' It was an accomplishment that the finest religious engineers of the Bene Gesserit Missionaria Protectiva admired with frustrated awe. The Tyrant had surpassed the Bene Gesserit best. And fifteen hundred years since the Tyrant's death, the Sisterhood remained powerless to unlock the central knot of that fearsome accomplishment.
