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"We should never take that ghola to Rakis," Schwangyu muttered. "Let sleeping
worms lie."

Lucilla gave her attention once more to the ghola-child. He had turned his back
on the high parapet with its two Reverend Mothers, but something about his
posture said he knew they discussed him and he awaited their response.

"You doubtless realize that you have been called in while he is yet too young,"
Schwangyu said.

"I have never heard of the deep imprinting on one that young," Lucilla agreed.
She allowed something softly self-mocking in her tone, a thing she knew
Schwangyu would hear and misinterpret. The management of procreation and all of
its attendant necessities, that was the Bene Gesserit ultimate specialty. Use
love but avoid it, Schwangyu would be thinking now. The Sisterhood's analysts
knew the roots of love. They had examined this quite early in their development
but had never dared breed it out of those they influenced. Tolerate love but
guard against it, that was the rule. Know that it lay deep within the human
genetic makeup, a safety net to insure continuation of the species. You used it
where necessary, imprinting selected individuals (sometimes upon each other) for
the Sisterhood's purposes, knowing then that such individuals would be linked by
powerful bonding lines not readily available to the common awareness. Others
might observe such links and plot the consequences but the linked ones would
dance to unconscious music.

"I was not suggesting that it's a mistake to imprint him," Schwangyu said,
misreading Lucilla's silence.

"We do what we are ordered to do," Lucilla chided. Let Schwangyu make of that
what she would.

"Then you do not object to taking the ghola to Rakis," Schwangyu said. "I
wonder if you would continue such unquestioning obedience if you knew the full
story?"

Lucilla inhaled a deep breath. Was the entire design for the Duncan Idaho
gholas to be shared with her now?

"There is a female child named Sheeana Brugh on Rakis," Schwangyu said. "She
can control the giant worms."

Lucilla concealed her alertness. Giant worms. Not Shai-hulud. Not Shaitan.
Giant worms. The sandrider predicted by the Tyrant had appeared at last!

"I do not make idle chatter," Schwangyu said when Lucilla continued silent.

Indeed not, Lucilla thought. And you call a thing by its descriptive label, not
by the name of its mystical import. Giant worms. And you're really thinking
about the Tyrant, Leto II, whose endless dream is carried as a pearl of