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this project . . . they have a dangerous plan. They could make the same mistake
. . ." She broke off.
They, Lucilla thought. Their ghola.
"I would give anything to know for sure the position of Ix and the Fish Speakers
in this," Lucilla said.
"Fish Speakers!" Schwangyu shook her head at the very thought of the remnant
female army that had once served only the Tyrant. "They believe in truth and
justice."
Lucilla overcame a sudden tightness in her throat. Schwangyu had all but
declared open opposition. Yet, she commanded here. The political rule was a
simple one: Those who opposed the project must monitor it that they might abort
it at the first sign of trouble. But that was a genuine Duncan Idaho ghola down
there on the lawn. Cell comparisons and Truthsayers had confirmed it.
Taraza had said: "You are to teach him love in all of its forms."
"He's so young," Lucilla said, keeping her attention on the ghola.
"Young, yes," Schwangyu said. "So, for now, I presume you will awaken his
childish responses to maternal affection. Later . . ." Schwangyu shrugged.
Lucilla betrayed no emotional reaction. A Bene Gesserit obeyed. I am an
Imprinter. So . . . Taraza's orders and the Imprinter's specialized training
defined a particular course of events.
To Schwangyu, Lucilla said: "There is someone who looks like me and speaks with
my voice. I am Imprinting for her. May I ask who that is?"
"No."
Lucilla held her silence. She had not expected revelation but it had been
remarked more than once that she bore a striking resemblance to Senior Security
Mother Darwi Odrade. "A young Odrade." Lucilla had heard this on several
occasions. Both Lucilla and Odrade were, of course, in the Atreides line with a
strong backbreeding from Siona descendants. The Fish Speakers had no monopoly
on those genes! But the Other Memories of a Reverend Mother, even with their
linear selectivity and confinement to the female side, provided important clues
to the broad shape of the ghola project. Lucilla, who had come to depend on her
experiences of the Jessica persona buried some five thousand years back in the
Sisterhood's genetic manipulations, felt a deep sense of dread from that source
now. There was a familiar pattern here. It gave off such an intense feeling of
doom that Lucilla fell automatically into the Litany Against Fear as she had
been taught it in her first introduction to the Sisterhood's rites:
"I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that
brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over
me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see
its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain."
Calm returned to Lucilla.
Schwangyu, sensing some of this, allowed her guard to drop slightly. Lucilla
was no dullard, no special Reverend Mother with an empty title and barely
sufficient background to function without embarrassing the Sisterhood. Lucilla
was the real thing and some reactions could not be hidden from her, not even
reactions of another Reverend Mother. Very well, let her know the full extent
of the opposition to this foolish, this dangerous project!
"I do not think their ghola will survive to see Rakis," Schwangyu said.
Lucilla let this pass. "Tell me about his friends," she said.
"He has no friends; only teachers."