“Ahhhh, Lucilla the seductress,” Duncan said. He glanced at Teg and returned his attention to Lucilla. “Yes, now I can answer my other question — what she’s supposed to do.”
“They’re called Imprinters,” Teg said.
“Miles,” Lucilla said, “if you have complicated my task in ways that prevent me from carrying out my orders, I will have you roasted on a skewer.”
The emotionless quality of her voice sent a shudder through Teg. He knew her threat was a metaphor, but the implications in the threat were real.
“A punishment banquet!” Duncan said. “How nice.”
Teg addressed himself to Duncan: “There’s nothing romantic about what we’ve done to you, Duncan. I’ve assisted the Bene Gesserit in more than one assignment that left me feeling dirty, but never dirtier than this one.”
“Silence!” Lucilla ordered. The full force of Voice was in the command.
Teg let it flow through him and past him as his mother had taught, then: “Those of us who give our true loyalty to the Sisterhood have only one concern: survival of the Bene Gesserit. Not survival of any individual but of the Sisterhood itself. Deceptions, dishonesties — those are empty words when the question is the Sisterhood’s survival.”
“Damn that mother of yours, Miles!” Lucilla paid him the compliment of not hiding her rage.
Duncan stared at Lucilla. Who was she? Lucilla? He felt his memories stirring of themselves. Lucilla was not the same person . . . not the same at all, and yet . . . bits and pieces were the same. Her voice. Her features. Abruptly, he saw again the face of the woman he had glimpsed on the wall of his room at the Keep.
“Duncan, my sweet Duncan.”
Tears fell from Duncan’s eyes. His own mother — another Harkonnen victim. Tortured . . . who knew what else? Never seen again by her “sweet Duncan.”
“Gods, I wish I had one of them to kill right now,” Duncan moaned.
Once more, he focused on Lucilla. Tears blurred her features and made the comparisons easier. Lucilla’s face blended with that of the Lady Jessica, beloved of Leto Atreides. Duncan glanced at Teg, back to Lucilla, shaking the tears from his eyes as he moved. The memory faces dissolved into that of the real Lucilla standing in front of him. Similarities . . . but never the same. Never again the same.
Imprinter.
He could guess the meaning. A pure Duncan Idaho wildness arose in him. “Is it my child you want in your womb, Imprinter? I know you’re not called mothers for nothing.”
Her voice cold, Lucilla said: “We’ll discuss it another time.”
“Let us discuss it in a congenial place,” Duncan said. “Perhaps I’ll sing you a song. Not as good as old Gurney Halleck would do it but good enough to prepare for a little bedsport.”
“You find this amusing?” she asked.
“Amusing? No, but I am reminded of Gurney. Tell me, Bashar, have you brought him back from the dead, too?”
“Not to my knowledge,” Teg said.
“Ahhhh, there was a singing man!” Duncan said. “He could be killing you while he sang and never miss a note.”
Her manner still icy, Lucilla said: “We of the Bene Gesserit have learned to avoid music. It evokes too many confusing emotions. Memory-emotions, of course.”
It was meant to awe him with a reminder of all those Other Memories and the Bene Gesserit powers these implied but Duncan only laughed louder.
“What a shame that is,” he said. “You miss so much of life.” And he began humming an old Halleck refrain:
“Review friends, troops long past review. . .”
But his mind whirled elsewhere with the rich new flavor of these reborn moments and once more he felt the eager touch of something powerful that remained buried within him. Whatever it was, it was violent and it concerned Lucilla, the Imprinter. In imagination, he saw her dead and her body awash in blood.
People always want something more than immediate joy or that deeper sense called happiness. This is one of the secrets by which we shape the fulfillment of our designs. The something more assumes amplified power with people who cannot give it a name or who (most often the case) do not even suspect its existence. Most people only react unconsciously to such hidden forces. Thus, we have only to call a calculated something more into existence, define it and give it shape, then people will follow.