'We can no more eliminate Odrade than we can eliminate the ghola,' Taraza said.
Bellonda's voice came low and level: 'Both are now too dangerous to us. Look how Odrade weakens you with her account of those words at Sietch Tabr!'
'Has the Tyrant's message weakened me, Bell?'
'You know what I mean. The Bene Tleilax have no morals.'
'Quit changing the subject, Bell. Your thoughts are darting around like an insect among the blossoms. What is it you really smell here?'
'The Tleilaxu! They made that ghola for their own purposes. And now Odrade wants us to -'
'You're repeating yourself, Bell.'
'The Tleilaxu take shortcuts. Their view of genetics is not our view. It is not a human view. They make monsters.'
'Is that what they do?'
Bellonda came into the room, walked around the table and stood close to Taraza, blocking the Mother Superior's view of the niche and its statuette of Chenoeh.
'Alliance with the priests of Rakis, yes, but not with the Tleilaxu.' Bellonda's robes rustled as she gestured with a clenched fist.
'Bell! The High Priest is now a mimic Face Dancer. Ally with him, you mean?'
Bellonda shook her head angrily. 'Believers in Shai-hulud are legion! You find them everywhere. What will be their reaction to us if our part in the deception is ever exposed?'
'No you don't, Bell! We have seen to it that only the Tleilaxu are vulnerable there. In that, Odrade's right.'
'Wrong! If we ally with them we are both vulnerable. We will be forced to serve the Tleilaxu design. It will be worse than our long subservience to the Tyrant.'
Taraza saw the vicious glinting of Bellonda's eyes. Her reaction was understandable. No Reverend Mother could contemplate the special bondage they had endured under the God Emperor without at least some chilling remembrances. Whipped along against their will, never sure of Bene Gesserit survival from one day to the next.
'You think we assure our spice supply by such a stupid alliance?' Bellonda demanded.
It was the same old argument, Taraza saw. Without melange and the agony of its transformation, there could be no Reverend Mothers. The whores from the Scattering surely had melange as one of their targets - the spice and the Bene Gesserit mastery of it.
Taraza returned to her table and sank into her chairdog, leaning back while it molded itself to her contours. It was a problem. A peculiar Bene Gesserit problem. Although they searched and experimented constantly, the Sisterhood had never found a substitute for the spice. The Spacing Guild might want melange to trance-form its navigators, but they could substitute Ixian machinery. Ix and its subsidiaries competed in the Guild's markets. They had alternatives.
We have none.
Bellonda crossed to the other side of Taraza's table, put both fists on the smooth surface and leaned forward to look down at the Mother Superior.
'And we still don't know what the Tleilaxu did to our ghola!'
'Odrade will find out.'
'Not reason enough to forgive her treachery!'
Taraza spoke in a low voice: 'We waited for this moment through generation after generation and you would abort the project just like that.' She slapped a palm lightly against the table.
'The precious Rakian project is no longer our project,' Bellonda said. 'It may never have been.'
All of her considerable mental powers in hard focus, Taraza reexamined the implications of this familiar argument. It was a thing spoken frequently in the wrangling session they had concluded earlier.
Was the ghola scheme something set in motion by the Tyrant? If so, what could they do about it now? What should they do about it?
During the long dispute, the Minority Report had been in all of their minds. Schwangyu might be dead but her faction survived and it looked now as though Bellonda had joined them. Was the Sisterhood blinding itself to a fatal possibility? Odrade's report of that hidden message on Rakis could be interpreted as an ominous warning. Odrade emphasized this by reporting how she had been alerted by her inner sense of alarm. No Reverend Mother could treat such an event lightly.
Bellonda straightened and folded her arms across her breast. 'We never completely escape the teachers of our childhood nor any of the patterns that formed us, do we?'
That was an argument peculiar to Bene Gesserit disputes. It reminded them of their own particular susceptibility.
We are the secret aristocrats and it is our offspring who inherit the power. Yes, we are susceptible to that and Miles Teg is a superb example.
Bellonda found a straight chair and sat down, bringing her eyes level with Taraza's. 'At the height of the Scattering,' she said, 'we lost some twenty percent of our failures.'
'It is not failures who are coming back to us.'
'But the Tyrant surely knew this would happen!'
'The Scattering was his goal, Bell. That was his Golden Path, humankind's survival!'
'But we know how he felt about the Tleilaxu and yet he did not exterminate them. He could have and he did not!'
'He wanted diversity.'
Bellonda pounded a fist on the table. 'He certainly got that!'
'We've been through all of these arguments over and over, Bell, and I still see no way to escape what Odrade has done.'
'Subservience!'
'Not at all. Were we ever totally subservient to one of the pre-Tyrant emperors? Not even to Muad'dib!'
'We're still in the Tyrant's trap,' Bellonda accused. 'Tell me, why have the Tleilaxu continued to produce his favorite ghola? Millennia, and still that ghola keeps coming out of their tanks like a dancing doll.'
'You think the Tleilaxu still follow a secret order from the Tyrant? If so, then you argue for Odrade. She has created admirable conditions for us to examine this.'
'He ordered nothing of the kind! He merely made that particular ghola deliciously attractive to the Bene Tleilax.'
'And not to us?'
'Mother Superior, we must get ourselves out of the Tyrant's trap now! And by the most direct method.'
'The decision is mine, Bell. I still lean toward a cautious alliance.'
'Then at the very least let us kill the ghola. Sheeana can have children. We could -'
'This is not now and never was purely a breeding project!'
'But it could be. What if you're wrong about the power behind the Atreides prescience?'
'All of your proposals lead to alienation from Rakis and from the Tleilaxu, Bell. '
'The Sisterhood could weather fifty generations on our present stockpiles of melange. More with rationing.'
'You think fifty generations is a long time, Bell? Don't you see that this very attitude is why you are not sitting in my chair?'
Bellonda pushed herself back from the table, her chair scraping harshly against the floor. Taraza could see that she was not convinced. Bellonda no longer could be trusted. She might be the one who would have to die. And where was the noble purpose in that?
'This gets us nowhere,' Taraza said. 'Leave me.'
When she was alone, Taraza once more considered Odrade's message. Ominous. It was easy to see why Bellonda and others reacted violently. But that showed a dangerous lack of control.
It is not yet time to write the Sisterhood's final will and testament.
In an odd way, Odrade and Bellonda shared the same fear but came to different decisions because of that fear. Odrade's interpretation of that message in the stones of Rakis conveyed an old warning:
This, too, shall pass away.
