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![]() "CHOAM is business and business follows profits."īefore the Face Dancer could answer, Edric cleared his throat, said: "Let us not bandy philosophical nonsense. "I suggest the Combine Honnete Ober Advancer Mercantiles," Edric said, turning in his tank. He has that gene pattern which we Bene Gesserits covet for -" He possesses oracular vision which sees into the future. He is Muad'dib whose orders to the Fremen legions depopulate planets. He's the mentat whose computational mind surpasses the greatest ancient computers. He's the Mahdi whose merest whim is absolute command to his Qizarate missionaries. He's the kwisatz haderach, the one who can be many places at once. "Everywhere we turn," Irulan said, "his power confronts us. This makes us the one true hope, the certain salvation of humankind." He spoke in the speech mode for absolute conviction, which was perhaps the ultimate sneer coming, as it did, from a Tleilaxu. You have been chosen as an instrument of destiny, the very finest" "Princess," Edric said, "make your choice. "And we know the abomination, his sister Alia, possesses this gene pattern. "We know his attributes," the Reverend Mother interrupted. High cheekbones formed shelves for eyes with definite epicanthic folds. The face remained somewhat round, but darker and with slightly flattened features. Presently, a slender man stood before her. Scytale, observing her attention, exercised his Face-Dancer powers - shape flowing into shape, flesh moving and readjusting. "The Atreides will defeat himself" Edric crowed. "A Tleilaxu ghola," Irulan whispered, looking sideways at Scytale. "Why?" she asked, directing the question at Scytale. Only the Reverend Mother appeared to understand the subtlety. "We haven't even convinced ourselves," Scytale said. "Our conspiracy requires a lever," Scytale said. "The Lady Jessica, I understand, remains on Caladan, but is in frequent communication with her son." "Or perhaps the Emperor's mother," Scytale said. "Shall we search for them in the religious arm of his Jihad? Can the Emperor's Qizara be turned against him? What about the civil authority of the Great Houses? Can the Landsraad Congress do more than raise a verbal clamor?" "And where are those human weaknesses?" the Face Dancer asked.
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