“You are trying to intimidate me,” Waff said.
“And succeeding.” Anger surged through Waff. He kept this from his voice. “I have come at your invitation.”
“I hope you did not come to engage in a confrontation that you would surely lose,” she said.
“I came to forge a bond between us,” he said. And he wondered: What do they need from us? Surely they must need something.
“What bond can there be between us?” she asked. “Would you build an edifice on a disintegrating raft? Hah! Agreements can be broken and often are.”
“For what tokens do we bargain?” he asked.
“Bargain? I do not bargain. I am interested in this ghola you made for the witches.” Her tone gave away nothing but Waff’s heartbeat quickened at her question.
In one of his ghola lifetimes, Waff had trained under a renegade Mentat. The capabilities of a Mentat were beyond him and besides, reasoning required words. They had been forced to kill the powindah Mentat but there had been some things of value in the experience. Waff allowed himself a small moue of distaste at the memory but he recalled the things of value.
Attack and absorb the data that attack produces!
“You offer me nothing in exchange!” he said, his voice loud.
“Recompense is at my discretion,” she said.
Waff produced a scornful gaze. “Do you play with me?”
She showed white teeth in a feral grin. “You would not survive my play, nor want to.”
“So I must be dependent upon your good will!”
“Dependency!” The word curled from her mouth as though it produced a distasteful sensation. “Why do you sell these gholas to the witches and then kill the gholas?”
Waff pressed his lips together and remained silent. .
“You have somehow changed this ghola while still making it possible for him to regain his original memories,” she said.
“You know so much!” Waff said. It was not quite a sneer and, he hoped, revealed nothing. Spies! She had spies among the witches! Was there also a traitor in the Tleilaxu heartlands?
“There is a girl-child on Rakis who figures in the plans of the witches,” the Honored Matre said.
“How do you know this?”
“The witches do not make a move without our knowing! You think of spies but you cannot know how far our arms will reach!”
Waff was dismayed. Could she read his mind? Was it something born of the Scattering? A wild talent from out there where the original human seed could not observe?
“How have you changed this ghola?” she demanded.
Voice!
Waff, armed against such devices by his Mentat teacher, almost blurted an answer. This Honored Matre had some of the witches’ powers! It had been so unexpected coming from her. You expected such things from a Reverend Mother and were prepared. He was a moment recovering his balance. Waff steepled his hands in front of his chin.
“You have interesting resources,” she said.
A gamin expression came over Waff’s features. He knew how disarmingly elflike he could look.
Attack!
“We know how much you have learned from the Bene Gesserit,” he said.
A look of rage swept over her face and was gone. “They have taught us nothing!”
Waff pitched his voice at a humorously appealing level, cajoling. “Surely, this is not bargaining.”
“Isn’t it?” She actually appeared surprised.
Waff lowered his hands. “Come now, Honored Matre. You are interested in this ghola. You speak of things on Rakis. What do you take us for?”
“Very little. You become less valuable by the instant.”
Waff sensed the coldest machine logic in her response. There was no smell of Mentat in it but something more chilling. She is capable of killing me right here!
Where were her weapons? Would she even require weapons? He did not like the look of those stringy muscles, the calluses on her hands, the hunter’s gleam in her orange eyes. Could she possibly guess (or even know) about the dart throwers in his sleeves?
“We are confronted by a problem that cannot be resolved by logical means,” she said.
Waff stared at her in shock. A Zensunni Master might have said that! He had said it himself on more than one occasion.