In a low voice, she prompted: “Yes?”
“Gammu was Giedi Prime, a Harkonnen place.”
“What does that suggest to you?”
“They were rich, Mother Superior. Very rich.”
“So?”
“Rich enough to accomplish the secret installation of a no-room . . . even of a large no-globe.”
“There are no records! Ix has never even vaguely suggested such a thing. They have not probed on Gammu for . . .”
“Bribes, third-party purchases, many transshipments,” Burzmali said. “The Famine Times were very disruptive and before that there were all those millennia of the Tyrant.”
“When the Harkonnens kept their heads down or lost them. Still, I will admit the possibility.”
“Records could have been lost,” Burzmali said.
“Not by us or the other governments that survived. What prompts this line of speculation?”
“Patrin.”
“Ahhhhh.”
He spoke quickly: “If such a thing were discovered, a Gammu native might know about it.”
“How many of them would know? Do you think they could have kept such a secret for . . . Yes! I see what you mean. If it were a secret of Patrin’s family . . .
“I have not dared question any of them about it.”
“Of course not! But where would you look . . . without alerting . . .
“That place on the mountain where the no-ship marks were left.”
“It would require you to go there in person!”
“Very hard to conceal from spies,” he agreed. “Unless I went with a very small force and seemingly on another purpose.”
“What other purpose?”
“To place a funeral marker in memory of my old Bashar.”
“Suggesting that we know he is dead? Yes!”
“You’ve already asked the Tleilaxu to replace our ghola.”
“That was a simple precaution and does not bear on . . . Burzmali, this is extremely dangerous. I doubt we can mislead the kinds of people who will observe you on Gammu.”
“The mourning of myself and the people I take with me will be dramatic and believable.”
“The believable does not necessarily convince a wary observer.”
“Do you not trust my loyalty and the loyalty of the people I will take with me?”
Taraza pursed her lips in thought. She reminded herself that fixed loyalty was a thing they had learned to improve upon from the Atreides pattern. How to produce people who command the utmost devotion. Burzmali and Teg both were fine examples.
“It might work,” Taraza agreed. She stared speculatively at Burzmali. Teg’s favorite student could be right!
“Then I’ll go,” Burzmali said. He turned to leave.
“One moment,” Taraza said.
Burzmali turned. “You will saturate yourselves with shere, all of you. And if you’re captured by Face Dancers — these new ones! — you must burn your own heads or shatter them completely. Take the necessary precautions.”
The suddenly sobered expression on Burzmali’s face reassured Taraza. He had been proud of himself for a moment there. Better to dampen his pride. No need for him to be reckless.
We have long known that the objects of our palpable sense experiences can be influenced by choice — both conscious choice and unconscious. This is a demonstrated fact that does not require that we believe some force within us reaches out and touches the universe. I address a pragmatic relationship between belief and what we identify as “real.” All of our judgments carry a heavy burden of ancestral beliefs to which we of the Bene Gesserit tend to be more susceptible than most. It is not enough that we are aware of this and guard against it. Alternative interpretations must always receive our attention.
-Mother Superior Taraza: Argument in Council
“God will judge us here,” Waff gloated.
He had been doing that at unpredictable moments all during this long ride across the desert. Sheeana appeared not to notice but Waff’s voice and comments had begun to wear on Odrade. The Rakian sun had moved far down to the west but the worm that carried them appeared untiring in its drive across the ancient Sareer toward the remnant mounds of the Tyrant’s barrier wall.
Why this direction? Odrade wondered.
No answer satisfied. The fanaticism and renewed danger from Waff, though, demanded immediate response. She called up the cant of the Shariat that she knew drove him.