“Do you have such authority?” Waff persisted.
Noble purpose, Odrade thought. Surely, the Tyrant’s Golden Path demonstrated at least one quality of such purpose.
Odrade decided on a creative truth. “I have such authority,” she said. Her own words made it true. Having taken the authority, she made it impossible for Taraza to deny it. Odrade knew, though, that her own words committed her to a course sharply divergent from the sequential steps of Taraza’s design.
Independent action. The very thing she had desired of Albertus.
But I am on the scene and know what is needed.
Odrade glanced at the guardian Sisters. “Remain here, please, and see that we are not disturbed.” To Waff, she said: “We might as well be comfortable.” She indicated two chairdogs set at right angles to each other across the room.
Odrade waited until they were seated before resuming the conversation. “We require a degree of candor between us that diplomacy seldom allows. Too much hangs in the balance for us to engage in shallow evasions.”
Waff looked at her strangely. He said: “We know there is dissension in your highest councils. Subtle overtures 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.”