'Who has charge of the child's religious training?' Lucilla asked.
'No one,' Schwangyu said. 'Why bother? If he is reawakened to his original memories, he will have his own ideas. We will deal with those if we ever have to.'
The child below them completed his allotted training time. Without another look up at the watchers on the parapet, he left the enclosed yard and entered a wide doorway on the left. Patrin, too, abandoned his guard position without glancing at the two Reverend Mothers.
'Don't be fooled by Teg's people,' Schwangyu said. 'They have eyes in the backs of their heads. Teg's birth- mother, you know, was one of us. He is teaching that ghola things better never shared!'
Explosions are also compressions of time. Observable changes in the natural universe all are explosive to some degree and from some point of view; otherwise you would not notice them. Smooth Continuity of change, if slowed sufficiently, goes without notice by observers whose time/attention span is too short. Thus, I tell you, I have seen changes you would never have marked.
- Leto II
The woman standing in Chapter House Planet's morning light across the table from the Reverend Mother Superior Alma Mavis Taraza was tall and supple. The long aba robe that encased her in shimmering black from shoulders to floor did not completely conceal the grace with which her body expressed every movement.
Taraza leaned forward in her chairdog and scanned the Records Relay projecting its condensed Bene Gesserit glyphs above the tabletop for her eyes only.
'Darwi Odrade,' the display identified the standing woman, and then came the essential biography, which Taraza already knew in detail. The display served several purposes - it provided a secure reminder for the Mother Superior, it allowed an occasional delay for thought while she appeared to scan the records, and it was a final argument should something negative arise from this interview.
Odrade had borne nineteen children for the Bene Gesserit, Taraza observed as the information scrolled past her eyes. Each child by a different father. Not much unusual about that, but even the most searching gaze could see that this essential service to the Sisterhood had not grossened Odrade's flesh. Her features conveyed a natural hauteur in the long nose and the complementary angular cheeks. Every feature focused downward to a narrow chin: Her mouth, though, was full and promised a passion that she was careful to bridle.
We can always depend on the Atreides genes, Taraza thought. A window curtain fluttered behind Odrade and she glanced back at it. They were in Taraza's morning room, a small and elegantly furnished space decorated in shades of green. Only the stark white of Taraza's chairdog separated her from the background. The room's bow windows looked eastward onto garden and lawn with faraway snowy mountains of Chapter House Planet as backdrop.
Without looking up, Taraza said: 'I was glad when both you and Lucilla accepted the assignment. It makes my task much easier.'
'I would like to have met this Lucilla,' Odrade said, looking down at the top of Taraza's head. Odrade's voice came out a soft contralto.
Taraza cleared her throat. 'No need. Lucilla is one of our finest Imprinters. Each of you, of course, received the identical liberal conditioning to prepare you for this.'
There was something almost insulting in Taraza's casual tone and only the habits of long association put down Odrade's immediate resentment. It was partly that word 'liberal,' she realized. Atreides ancestors rose up in rebellion at the word. It was as though her accumulated female memories lashed out at the unconscious assumptions and unexamined prejudices behind the concept.
'Only liberals really think. Only liberals are intellectual. Only liberals understand the needs of their fellows.'
How much viciousness lay concealed in that word! Odrade thought. How much secret ego demanding to feel superior.
Odrade reminded herself that Taraza, despite the casually insulting tone, had used the term only in its catholic sense: Lucilla's generalized education had been carefully matched to that of Odrade.
Taraza leaned back into a more comfortable position but still kept her attention on the display in front of her. The light from the eastern windows fell directly on her face, leaving shadows beneath nose and chin. A small woman just a bit older than Odrade, Taraza retained much of the beauty that had made her a most reliable breeder with difficult sires. Her face was a long oval with soft curved cheeks. She wore her black hair drawn back tightly from a high forehead with a pronounced peak. Taraza's mouth opened minimally when she spoke: superb control of movement. An observer's attention tended to focus on her eyes: that compelling blue-in-blue. The total effect was of a suave facial mask from which little escaped to betray her true emotions.
Odrade recognized this present pose in the Mother Superior. Taraza would mutter to herself presently. Indeed, right on cue, Taraza muttered to herself.
The Mother Superior was thinking while she followed the biographical display with great attention. Many matters occupied her attention.
This was a reassuring thought to Odrade. Taraza did not believe there was any such thing as a beneficent power guarding humankind. The Missionaria Protectiva and the intentions of the Sisterhood counted for everything in Taraza's universe. Whatever served those intentions, even the machinations of the long-dead Tyrant, could be judged good. All else was evil. Alien intrusions from the Scattering - especially those returning descendants who called themselves 'Honored Matres' - were not to be trusted. Taraza's own people, even those Reverend Mothers who opposed her in Council, were the ultimate Bene Gesserit resource, the only thing that could be trusted.
Still without looking up, Taraza said: 'Do you know that when you compare the millennia preceding the Tyrant with those after his death, the decrease in major conflicts is phenomenal. Since the Tyrant, the number of such conflicts has dropped to less than two percent of what it was before.'
'As far as we know,' Odrade said.
Taraza's gaze flicked upward and then down. 'What?'
'We have no way of telling how many wars have been fought outside our ken. Have you statistics from the people of the Scattering?'
'Of course not!' ` 'Leto tamed us is what you're saying,' Odrade said.
'If you care to put it that way.' Taraza inserted a marker in something she saw on her display.
'Shouldn't some of the credit go to our beloved Bashar Miles Teg?' Odrade asked. 'Or to his talented predecessors?'
'We chose those people,' Taraza said.
'I don't see the pertinence of this martial discussion,' Odrade said. 'What does it have to do with our present problem?'
'There are some who think we may revert to the pre-Tyrant condition with a very nasty bang.'
'Oh?' Odrade pursed her lips.
'Several groups among our returning Lost Ones are selling arms to anyone who wants to or can buy.'
'Specifics?' Odrade asked.
'Sophisticated arms are flooding onto Gammu and there can be little doubt the Tleilaxu are stockpiling some of the nastier weapons.'
Taraza leaned back and rubbed her temples. She spoke in a low, almost musing voice. 'We think we make decisions of the greatest moment and out of the very highest principles.'
Odrade had seen this before, too. She said: 'Does the Mother Superior doubt the rightness of the Bene Gesserit?'
'Doubt? Oh, no. But I do experience frustration. We work all of our lives for these highly refined goals and in the end, what do we find? We find that many of the things to which we have dedicated our lives came from petty decisions. They can be traced to desires for personal comfort or convenience and had nothing at all to do with our high ideals. What really was at stake was some worldly working agreement that satisfied the needs of those who could make the decisions.'
'I've heard you call that political necessity,' Odrade said.
Taraza spoke with tight control while returning her attention to the display in front of her. 'If we become institutionalized in our judgments, that's a sure way to extinguish the Bene Gesserit.'
'You will not find petty decisions in my bio,' Odrade said.
