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to Gammu you will recognize some of the pattern. But for your task you have no
need for the full design."
"Think of the cost!" Schwangyu said, glaring down at the ghola, who now
squatted, pulling at tufts of grass.
Cost had nothing to do with it, Lucilla knew. The open admission of failure was
much more important. The Sisterhood could not reveal its fallibility. But the
fact that an Imprinter had been summoned early -- that was vital. Taraza had
known the Imprinter would see this and recognize part of the pattern.
Schwangyu gestured with one bony hand at the child, who had returned to his
solitary play, running and tumbling on the grass.
"Politics," Schwangyu said.
No doubt Sisterhood politics lay at the core of Schwangyu's heresy, Lucilla
thought. The delicacy of the internal argument could be deduced from the fact
that Schwangyu had been put in charge of the Keep here on Gammu. Those who
opposed Taraza refused to sit on the sidelines.
Schwangyu turned and looked squarely at Lucilla. Enough had been said. Enough
had been heard and screened through minds trained in Bene Gesserit awareness.
The Chapter House had chosen this Lucilla with great care.
Lucilla felt the older woman's careful examination but refused to let this touch
that innermost sense of purpose upon which every Reverend Mother could rely in
times of stress. Here. Get her look fully upon me. Lucilla turned and set her
mouth in a soft smile, passing her gaze across the rooftop opposite them.
A uniformed man armed with a heavy-duty lasgun appeared there, looked once at
the two Reverend Mothers and then focused on the child below them.
"Who is that?" Lucilla asked
"Patrin, the Bashar's most trusted aide. Says he's only the Bashar's batman but
you'd have to be blind and a fool to believe that. "
Lucilla examined the man across from them with care. So that was Patrin. A
native of Gammu, Taraza had said. Chosen for this task by the Bashar himself.
Thin and blond, much too old now to be soldiering, but then the Bashar had been
called back from retirement and had insisted Patrin must share this duty.
Schwangyu noted the way Lucilla shifted her attention from Patrin to the ghola
with real concern. Yes, if the Bashar had been called back to guard this Keep,
then the ghola was in extreme peril.
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