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original conditions as possible."
"Why are you doing this?" It was a Mentat's data-conscious tone.
"A female child with the ability to control the worms had been discovered on
Rakis. We will have use for our ghola there."
"You will breed them?"
"I am not engaging you as a Mentat. It is your military abilities and your
likeness to the original Leto that we need. You know how to restore his
original memories when the time comes."
"So you're really bringing me back as a Weapons Master."
"You think that's a comedown for the man who was Supreme Bashar of all our
forces?"
"Mother Superior, you command and I obey. But I will not accept this post
without full command of all of Gammu's defenses."
"That already has been arranged, Miles."
"You always did know how my mind works."
"And I've always been confident of your loyalty."
Teg pushed himself away from the sideboard and stood a moment in thought, then:
"Who will brief me?"
"Bellonda from Records, the same as before. She will provide you with a cipher
to secure the exchange of messages between us."
"I will give you a list of people," Teg said. "Old comrades and the children of
some of them. I will want all of them waiting on Gammu when I arrive."
"You don't think any of them will refuse?"
His look said: "Don't be silly!"
Taraza chuckled and she thought: There's a thing we learned well from the
original Atreides -- how to produce people who command the utmost devotion and
loyalty.
"Patrin will handle the recruiting," Teg said. "He won't accept rank I know,
but he's to get the full pay and courtesies of a colonel-aide."
"You will, of course, be restored to the rank of Supreme Bashar," she said. "We
will . . ."
"No. You have Burzmali. We will not weaken him by bringing back his old
Commander over him."
She studied him a moment, then: "We have not yet commissioned Burzmali as . .
."
"I am well aware of that. My old comrades keep me fully informed of Sisterhood
politics. But you and I, Mother Superior, know it's only a matter of time.
Burzmali is the best."
She could only accept this. It was more than a military Mentat's assessment.
It was Teg's assessment. Another thought struck her.
"Then you already knew about our dispute in Council!" she accused. "And you let
me . . ."
"Mother Superior, if I thought you would produce another monster on Rakis, I
would have said so. You trust my decisions; I trust yours."
"Damn you, Miles, we've been apart too long." Taraza stood. "I feel calmer
just knowing you'll be back in harness."
"Harness," he said. "Yes. Reinstate me as a Bashar on special assignment.
That way, when word gets back to Burzmali, there'll be no silly questions."
Taraza produced a sheaf of ridulian papers from beneath her robe and passed them
to Teg. "I've already signed these. Fill in your own reinstatement. The other
authorizations are all there, transport vouchers and so on. I give you these
orders personally. You are to obey me. You are my Bashar, do you understand?"
"Wasn't I always?" he asked.
"It's more important than ever now. Keep that ghola safe and train him well.
He's your responsibility. And I will back you in that against anyone."
"I hear Schwangyu commands on Gammu."
"Against anyone Miles. Don't trust Schwangyu."
"I see. Will you lunch with us? My daughter has . . ."
"Forgive me, Miles, but I must get back soonest. I will send Bellonda at once."
Teg saw her to the door, exchanged a few pleasantries with his old students in
her party and watched as they left. They had an armored groundcar waiting in
the drive, one of the new models that they obviously had brought with them.
Sight of it gave Teg an uneasy feeling.
Urgency!
Taraza had come in person, the Mother Superior herself on a messenger's errand,
knowing what that would reveal to him. Knowing so intimately how the Sisterhood
performed, he saw the revelation in what had just happened. The dispute in the
Bene Gesserit Council went far deeper than his informants had suggested.
"You are my Bashar."
Teg glanced through the sheaf of authorizations and vouchers Taraza had left
with him. Already carrying her seal and signature. The trust this implied
added to the other things he sensed and increased his disquiet.
"Don't trust Schwangyu."
He slipped the papers into his pocket and went in search of Patrin. Patrin
would have to be briefed, and mollified. They would have to discuss whom to
call in for this assignment. He began to list some of the names in his mind.
Dangerous duty ahead. It called for only the best people. Damn! Everything on
the estate here would have to be passed over to Firus and Dimela. So many
details! He felt his pulse quicken as he strode through the house.
Passing a house guard, one of his old soldiers, Teg paused: "Martin, cancel all
of my appointments for today. Find my daughter and tell her to meet me in my
study."
Word spread through the house and, from there, across the estate. Servants and
family, knowing that The Reverend Mother Superior had just conversed privately
with him, automatically set up a protective screen to keep idle distractions
away from Teg. His eldest daughter, Dimela, cut him short when he tried to list
details necessary to carry on his experimental farm projects.
"Father, I am not an infant!"
They were in the small greenhouse attached to his study. Remains of Teg's lunch
sat on the corner of a potting bench. Patrin's notebook was propped against the
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