The Tyrant's words in that secret chamber had done more than ignite her fears for the Sisterhood's future.
'I bequeath to you my fear and loneliness.'
From that millennial distance, he had planted doubts in her as surely as she had planted them in Waff.
She saw the Tyrant's questions as though they had been limned with glowing light on her inner eye.
'WITH WHOM DO YOU ALLY?'
Are we no more than a secret society? How will we meet our end? In a dogmatic stink of our own creation?
The Tyrant's words had been burned into her consciousness. Where was the 'noble purpose' in what the Sisterhood did? Odrade could almost hear Taraza's sneering response to such a question.
'Survival, Dar! That's all the noble purpose we need. Survival! Even the Tyrant knew that!'
Perhaps even Tuek had known it. And what had that bought him in the end?
Odrade felt a haunting sympathy for the late High Priest. Tuek had been a superb example of what a tightly knit family could produce. Even his name was a clue: unchanged from Atreides days on this planet. The founding ancestor had been a smuggler, confidant of the first Leto. Tuek had come from a family that held firmly to its roots, saying: 'There is something worth preserving in our past.' The example this set for descendants was not lost on a Reverend Mother.
But you failed, Tuek.
These blocks of modernization visible out her window were a sign of that failure - sops to the rising power elements in Rakian society, those elements that the Sisterhood had worked so long to foster and strengthen. Tuek had seen this as a harbinger of the day when he would be too weak politically to prevent the things implied by such modernization:
A shorter and more upbeat ritual.
New songs, more in the modern manner.
Changes in the dancing. ('Traditional dances take so long!') Above all, fewer ventures into the dangerous desert for the young postulants from the powerful families.
Odrade sighed and glanced back at Waff. The little Tleilaxu chewed his lower lip. Good!
Damn you, Albertus! I would welcome your rebellion!
Behind the closed doors of the Temple, the transition of the High Priesthood already was being debated. The new Rakians spoke of the need 'to keep up with the times.' They meant: 'Give us more power!'
It has always been this way, Odrade thought. Even in the Bene Gesserit.
Still, she could not escape the thought: poor Tuek.
Albertus reported that Tuek, just before his death and replacement by the Face Dancer, had warned his kin they might not retain familial control of the High Priesthood when he died. Tuek had been more subtle and resourceful than his enemies expected. His family already was calling in its debts, gathering its resources to retain a power base.
And the Face Dancer in Tuek's place revealed much by his mimic performance. The Tuek family had not yet learned of the substitution and one might almost believe the original High Priest had not been replaced, so good was this Face Dancer. Observing that Face Dancer in action betrayed much to the watchful Reverend Mothers. That, of course, was one of the things that had Waff squirming now.
Odrade turned abruptly on one heel and strode across to the Tleilaxu Master. Time to have at him!
She stopped two paces from Waff and glared down at him. Waff met her gaze with defiance.
'You've had enough time to consider your position,' she accused. 'Why do you remain silent?'
'My position? You think you give us a choice?'
'Man is but a pebble dropped in a pool,' she quoted at him from his own beliefs.
Waff took a trembling breath. She spoke the proper words, but what lay behind such words? They no longer sounded right coming from the mouth of a powindah woman.
When Waff did not respond, Odrade continued her quotation: 'And if man is but a pebble, then all his works can be no more.'
An involuntary shudder swept through Odrade, causing a look of carefully masked surprise in the watchful guardian Sisters. That shudder was not part of the required performance.
Why do I think of the Tyrant's words at this moment?
Odrade wondered.
'THE BODY AND SOUL OF THE BENE GESSERIT WILL MEET THE SAME FATE AS ALL OTHER BODIES AND ALL OTHER SOULS.'
His barb had gone deep into her.
How was I made so vulnerable? The answer leaped into her awareness: The Atreides Manifesto!
Composing those words under Taraza's watchful guidance opened a flaw within me.
Could that have been Taraza's purpose: to make Odrade vulnerable? How could Taraza have known what would be found here on Rakis? The Mother Superior not only displayed no prescient abilities, she tended to avoid this talent in others. On the rare occasions when Taraza had demanded such a performance of Odrade herself, the reluctance had been obvious to the trained eye of a Sister.
Yet she made me vulnerable.
Had it been an accident?
Odrade sank into a swift recital of the Litany Against Fear, only a few eyeblinks but in that time Waff visibly came to a decision.
'You would force it upon us,' he said. 'But you do not know what powers we have reserved for such a moment.' He lifted his sleeves to show where the dart throwers had been. 'These were but paltry toys by comparison with our real weapons.'
'The Sisterhood has never doubted this,' Odrade said.
'Is it to be violent conflict between us?' he asked.
'It is your choice to make,' she said.
'Why do you court violence?'
'There are those who would love to see Bene Gesserit and Bene Tleilax at each other's throats,' Odrade said. 'Our enemies would enjoy stepping in to pick up the pieces after we had weakened ourselves sufficiently.'
'You state the argument for agreement but you give my people no room to negotiate! Perhaps your Mother Superior gave you no authority to negotiate!'
How tempting it was to pass it all back into Taraza's hands, just as Taraza wanted. Odrade glanced at the guardian Sisters. The two faces were masks betraying nothing. What did they really know? Would they realize if she went against Taraza's orders?
'Do you have such authority?' Waff persisted.
Noble purpose, Odrade thought. Surely, the Tyrant's Golden Path demonstrated at least one quality of such purpose.
Odrade decided on a creative truth. 'I have such authority,' she said. Her own words made it true. Having taken the authority, she made it impossible for Taraza to deny it. Odrade knew, though, that her own words committed her to a course sharply divergent from the sequential steps of Taraza's design.
Independent action. The very thing she had desired of Albertus.
But I am on the scene and know what is needed.
Odrade glanced at the guardian Sisters. 'Remain here, please, and see that we are not disturbed.' To Waff, she said: 'We might as well be comfortable.' She indicated two chairdogs set at right angles to each other across the room.
Odrade waited until they were seated before resuming the conversation. 'We require a degree of candor between us that diplomacy seldom allows. Too much hangs in the balance for us to engage in shallow evasions.'
Waff looked at her strangely. He said: 'We know there is dissension in your highest councils. Subtle overtures
