have been made to us. Is this part of...'
'I am loyal to the Sisterhood,' she said. 'Even those who approached you had no other loyalty.'
'Is this another trick of -'
'No tricks!'
'With the Bene Gesserit there are always tricks,' he accused.
'What is it you fear from us? Name it.'
'Perhaps I have learned too much from you for you to allow me to go on living.'
'Could I not say the same of you?' she asked. 'Who else knows of our secret affinity? This is no powindah female talking to you here!'
She had ventured the word with some trepidation, but the effect could not have been more revealing. Waff was visibly shaken. He was a long minute recovering. Doubts remained, though, because she had planted them in him.
'What do words prove?' he asked. 'You might still take the things you have learned from me and leave my people nothing. You still hold the whip over us.'
'I carry no weapons in my sleeves,' Odrade said.
'But in your mind is knowledge that could ruin us!' He glanced back at the guardian Sisters.
'They are part of my arsenal,' Odrade agreed. 'Shall I send them away?'
'And in their minds everything they have heard here,' he said. He returned his wary gaze to Odrade. 'Better if you all sent your memories away!'
Odrade pitched her voice in its most reasonable tones. 'What would we gain by exposing your missionary zeal before you are ready to move? Would it serve us to blacken your reputation by revealing where you have placed your new Face Dancers? Oh, yes, we know about Ix and the Fish Speakers. Once we had studied your new ones, we went searching for them.'
'You see!' His voice was dangerously edged.
'I see no other way to prove our affinity than to reveal something equally damaging about ourselves,' Odrade said.
Waff was speechless.
'We would plant the worms of the Prophet on uncounted planets of the Scattering,' she said. 'What would the Rakian priesthood say and do if you revealed that?'
The guardian Sisters looked at her with thinly masked amusement. They thought she was lying.
'I have no guards with me,' Waff said. 'When only one person knows a dangerous thing, how easy it is to gain that person's eternal silence.'
She lifted her empty sleeves.
He looked at the guardian Sisters.
'Very well,' Odrade said. She glanced at the Sisters and gave a subtle handsign to reassure them. 'Wait outside, please, Sisters.'
When the door closed behind them, Waff returned to his doubts. 'My people have not searched these rooms. What do I know of the things that could be hidden here to record our words?'
Odrade shifted into the language of the Islamiyat. 'Then perhaps we should speak another tongue, one known only to us.'
Waff's eyes glittered. In the same tongue, he said: 'Very well! I will gamble on it. And I ask you to tell me the real cause of dissension among the... the Bene Gesserit.'
Odrade allowed herself a smile. With the change of language, Waff's entire personality, his whole manner, changed. He was performing exactly as expected. None of his doubts had been reinforced in this tongue!
She responded with an equal confidence: 'Fools fear that we may bring back another Kwisatz Haderach! That is what a few of my Sisters argue.'
'There is no more need of such a one,' Waff said. 'The one who could be many places simultaneously has been and he has gone. He came only to bring the Prophet.'
'God would not send such a message twice,' she said.
It was the very sort of thing Waff had heard often in this tongue. He no longer thought it strange that a woman could utter such words. The language and the familiar words were enough.
'Has Schwangyu's death restored unity among your Sisters?' he asked.
'We have a common enemy,' Odrade said.
'The Honored Matres!'
'You were wise to kill them and learn from them.'
Waff leaned forward, completely caught up in his familiar tongue and the flow of their conversation. 'They rule with sex!' he exulted. 'Remarkable techniques of orgasmic amplification! We -' Belatedly, he became aware of who was sitting in front of him hearing all of this.
'We already know such techniques,' Odrade reassured him. 'It will be interesting to compare, but there are obvious reasons why we have never tried to ride to power on such a dangerous conveyance. Those whores are just stupid enough to make that mistake!'
'Mistake?' He was clearly puzzled.
'They are holding the reins in their own hands!' she said. 'As the power grows, their control of it must grow. The thing will shatter of its own momentum!'
'Power, always power,' Waff muttered. Another thought struck him. 'Are you saying this was how the Prophet fell?'
'He knew what he was doing,' she said. 'Millennia of enforced peace followed by the Famine Times and the Scattering. A message of direct results. Remember! He did not destroy the Bene Tleilax or the Bene Gesserit.'
'For what do you hope from an alliance between our two peoples?' Waff asked.
'Hope is one thing, survival another,' she said.
'Always pragmatism,' Waff said. 'And some among you fear that you may restore the Prophet on Rakis with all of his powers intact?'
'Did I not say it?' The language of the Islamiyat was particularly potent in this questioning form. It placed the burden of proof on Waff.
'So they doubt God's hand in the creation of your Kwisatz Haderach,' he said. 'Do they also doubt the Prophet?'
'Very well, let us have it all out in the open,' Odrade said, and launched herself on the chosen course of. deception: 'Schwangyu and those who supported her broke away from the Great Belief. We harbor no anger toward any Bene Tleilax for having killed them. They saved us the trouble.'
Waff accepted this utterly. Given the circumstances, it was precisely what could be expected. He knew he had revealed much here that might better have been held in reserve but there were still things the Bene Gesserit did not know. And the things he had learned!
Odrade shocked him totally then by saying: 'Waff, if you think your descendants from the Scattering have returned to you unchanged, then foolishness has become your way of life.'
He held himself silent.
'You have all of the pieces in your hands,' she said. 'Your descendants belong to the whores of the Scattering. And if you think any of them will abide by an agreement, then your stupidity goes beyond description!'
Waff's reactions told her she had him. The pieces were clicking into place. She had told him truth where it was required. His doubts were refocused where they belonged: against the people of the Scattering. And it had been done in his own tongue.
He tried to speak past a constriction in his throat and was forced to massage his throat before speech returned. 'What can we do?'
'It's obvious. The Lost Ones have their eyes on us as just one more conquest. They think of it as cleaning up behind them. Common prudence.'
'But they are so many!'
'Unless we unite in a common plan to defeat them, they will chew us up the way a slig chews up its dinner.'
'We cannot submit to powindah filth! God will not permit it!'
'Submit? Who suggests that we submit?'
