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Only the Reverend Mother appeared to understand the subtlety. "Why?" she asked, directing the question at Scytale.

"A Tleilaxu ghola," Irulan whispered, looking sideways at Scytale.

"We haven't even convinced ourselves," Scytale said.

"Everywhere we turn," Irulan said, "his power confronts us. He's the kwisatz haderach, the one who can be many places at once. He's the Mahdi whose merest whim is absolute command to his Qizarate missionaries. He's the mentat whose computational mind surpasses the greatest ancient computers. He is Muad'dib whose orders to the Fremen legions depopulate planets. He possesses oracular vision which sees into the future. He has that gene pattern which we Bene Gesserits covet for -"

"Everywhere we turn," Irulan said, "his power confronts us. He's the kwisatz haderach, the one who can be many places at once. He's the Mahdi whose merest whim is absolute command to his Qizarate missionaries. He's the mentat whose computational mind surpasses the greatest ancient computers. He is Muad'dib whose orders to the Fremen legions depopulate planets. He possesses oracular vision which sees into the future. He has that gene pattern which we Bene Gesserits covet for -"

"Or merely another Face Dancer?" Irulan asked.

"Save your praise for those who can be swayed by it," Irulan said. "Earlier, you mentioned a ghost, a revenant with which we may contaminate the Emperor. Explain this."

"Princess," Edric said, "make your choice. You have been chosen as an instrument of destiny, the very finest"

"We haven't even convinced ourselves," Scytale said.

"Stop talking riddles" Irulan snapped. "What is this ghost?"

Before the Face Dancer could answer, Edric cleared his throat, said: "Let us not bandy philosophical nonsense. Every question can be boiled down to the one: 'Why is there anything?' Every religious, business and governmental question has the single derivative: 'Who will exercise the power?' Alliances, combines, complexes, they all chase mirages unless they go for the power. All else is nonsense, as most thinking beings come to realize."

"We are more than conspirators," the Reverend Mother countered.

"Or perhaps the Emperor's mother," Scytale said. "The Lady Jessica, I understand, remains on Caladan, but is in frequent communication with her son."

Scytale shrugged, a gesture designed solely for the Reverend Mother. Edric had answered her question for him. The pontificating fool was their major weakness. To make sure the Reverend Mother understood, Scytale said: "Listening carefully to the teacher, one acquires an education."

"Stop talking riddles" Irulan snapped. "What is this ghost?"

"Stop talking riddles" Irulan snapped. "What is this ghost?"

The Reverend Mother nodded slowly.

"Or perhaps the Emperor's mother," Scytale said. "The Lady Jessica, I understand, remains on Caladan, but is in frequent communication with her son."

"We haven't even convinced ourselves," Scytale said.

"We haven't even convinced ourselves," Scytale said.

"Princess," Edric said, "make your choice. You have been chosen as an instrument of destiny, the very finest"

"Save your praise for those who can be swayed by it," Irulan said. "Earlier, you mentioned a ghost, a revenant with which we may contaminate the Emperor. Explain this."

"I suggest the Combine Honnete Ober Advancer Mercantiles," Edric said, turning in his tank. "CHOAM is business and business follows profits."

"That traitorous bitch," Mohiam said, voice level. "Would I might disown my own hands which trained her."

"Stop talking riddles" Irulan snapped. "What is this ghost?"

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