“What is this place?” someone asked.
“Those rocks to the north of us,” Teg said. “See them? They were a high cliff once. It was called Wind Trap. There was a Fremen sietch there, little more than a cave now. A few Rakian pioneers live in it.”
“Fremen,” someone whispered. “Gods! I want to see that worm coming. I never thought I’d ever see such a thing.”
“Another one of your unexpected arrangements, eh?” asked the officer of the growing bitterness.
What would he say if I revealed my new abilities? Teg wondered. He might think I concealed purposes that would not bear close examination. And he would be right. That man is on the edge of a revelation. Would he remain loyal if his eyes were opened? Teg shook his head. The officer would have little choice. None of them had much choice except to fight and die.
It was true, Teg thought then, that the process of arranging conflicts involved the hoodwinking of large masses. How easy it was to fall into the attitude of the Honored Matres.
Muck!
The hoodwinking was not as difficult as some supposed. Most people wanted to be led. That officer back there had wanted it. There were deep tribal instincts (powerful unconscious motivations) to account for this. The natural reaction when you began to recognize how easily you were led was to look for scapegoats. That officer back there wanted a scapegoat now.
“Burzmali wants to see you,” someone off to Teg’s left said.
“Not now,” Teg said.
Burzmali could wait. He would have his day of command soon enough. Meanwhile, he was a distraction. There would be time later for him to skirt dangerously near the role of scapegoat.
How easy it was to produce scapegoats and how readily they were accepted! This was especially true when the alternative was to find yourself either guilty or stupid or both. Teg wanted to say for all of those around him:
“Look to the hoodwinking! Then you’ll know our true intentions!”
The communications officer on Teg’s left said: “That Reverend Mother is with Burzmali now. She insists they be allowed in to see you.”
“Tell Burzmali I want him to go back and stay with Duncan,” Teg said. “And have him look in on Murbella, make sure she’s secured. Lucilla can come in.”
It had to be, Teg thought.
Lucilla was increasingly suspicious about the changes in him. Trust a Reverend Mother to see the difference.
Lucilla swept in, her robes swishing to accent her vehemence. She was angry but concealing it well.
“I demand an explanation, Miles!”
That was a good opening line, he thought. “Of what?” he said.
“Why didn’t we just go in at the –”
“Because the Honored Matres and their Tleilaxu companions from the Scattering hold most of the Rakian centers.”
“How . . . how do you . . .”
“They’ve killed Taraza, you know,” he said.
That stopped her, but not for long. “Miles, I insist that you tell me –”
“We don’t have much time,” he said. “The next satellite passage will show us on the surface here.”
“But the defenses of Rakis –”
“Are as vulnerable as any other defenses when they become static,” he said. “The families of the defenders are down here. Take the families and you have effective control of the defenders.”
“But why are we out here in –”
“To pick up Odrade and that girl with her. Oh, and their worm, too.”
“What will we do with a –”
“Odrade will know what to do with the worm. She’s your Mother Superior now, you know.”
“So you’re going to whisk us off into –”
“You’ll whisk yourselves! My people and I will remain to create a diversion.”
That brought a shocked silence throughout the command station.
Diversion, Teg thought. What an inadequate word.
The resistance he had in mind would create hysteria among the Honored Matres, especially when they were made to believe the ghola was here. Not only would they counterattack, they eventually would resort to sterilization procedures. Most of Rakis would become a charred ruin. There was little likelihood that any humans, worms, or sandtrout would survive.
“The Honored Matres have been trying to locate and capture a worm without success,” he said. “I really don’t understand how they could be so blind in their concept of how you transplant one of them.”