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〃I've already taken care of the workers；〃 the Mentat said； nodding in agreement。 〃No chance for leaks there。〃
Rabban smiled greedily。 〃Did you save me any of them？〃
De Vries gave a jittering shrug。 〃Well； I've had my fun； but I'm not a pig。 I did leave a few for you。〃 He nodded toward a bank of solid doors。 〃Second room on the right。 Five of them are in there on gurneys； drugged。 Enjoy yourself。〃 The Mentat patted the beefy Harkonnen on the shoulder。
Rabban took a couple of steps toward the door； then hesitated and looked back at his uncle； who had not yet given permission for him to leave。 The Baron was studying de Vries。
The twisted Mentat furrowed his brow。 〃We are the first with a no…ship； my Baron。 With the advantage of surprise； no one will ever suspect what it is we intend to do。〃
〃What I'm going to do；〃 Rabban said gruffly。
De Vries used a handheld …unit to speak to several sluggish workers in the lab。 〃Clean up this mess and get the attack ship moved to the family frigate before departure time tomorrow。〃
〃I want all technical notes and records confiscated and sealed；〃 the Baron ordered as the Mentat switched off the municator。
〃Yes； my Baron；〃 de Vries said。 〃I'll see to it personally。〃
〃You may go now；〃 the Baron said to his anxious nephew。 〃An hour or two of relaxation will do you good。。。it'll get your mind in order for the important work ahead。〃
They demonstrate subtle； highly effective skills in the aligned arts of observation and data collection。 Information is their stock…in…trade。
…Imperial Report on the Bene Gesserit； used for tutoring purposes
This is most impressive；〃 Sister Margot Rashino…Zea said； as she gazed at the imposing buildings on each side of the enormous oval of the Imperial…Landsraad mons。 〃A spectacle for all the senses。〃 After long years on the cloudy； bucolic world of Wallach IX； her eyes now ached from so many sights。
A refreshing； fine mist rose from the fountain at the center of the mons； an extraordinary artistic position that towered a hundred meters overhead。 In the design of a glittering nebula swirl； the fountain was replete with oversize planets and other celestial bodies that spurted perfumed streams in myriad colors。 Tightbeam spotlights refracted from the water； creating loops of rainbows that danced silently in the air。
〃Ah； yes； you have never been to Kaitain； I see；〃 Crown Prince Shaddam said； strolling casually beside the lovely blonde Bene Gesserit。 Sardaukar guards hovered in the background； assuming they were near enough to prevent any harm from ing to the Imperial heir。 Margot suppressed a smile； always pleased to see how much other people underestimated the Sisterhood。
〃Oh； I've seen it before； Sire。 But familiarity does not lessen my admiration for the magnificent capital of the Imperium。〃
Dressed in a new black robe that rustled stiffly as she moved； Margot was flanked by Shaddam on one side and Hasimir Fenring on the other。 She did not hide her long golden hair； her fresh face； or her pristine beauty。 Most of the time； people expected the Bene Gesserit to be old hags shrouded in layers of dark garments。 But many； like Margot Rashino…Zea； could be stunningly attractive。 With a precise release of her body's pheromones and carefully selected flirtations； she could use her sexuality as a weapon。
But not here； not yet。 The Sisterhood had other plans for the Emperor…to…be。
Margot was nearly Shaddam's height； and much taller than Fenring。 Behind them； out of hearing range； an entourage of three Reverend Mothers followed； women who had been investigated and cleared by Fenring himself。 The Crown Prince did not know what these others had to do with this meeting； but Margot would convey the reason presently。
〃You should see these gardens at night；〃 Shaddam said。 〃The water looks like a meteor shower。〃
〃Oh； yes；〃 Margot said with a faint smile。 Her gray…green eyes glittered。 〃This is my favorite place to be in the evenings。 I have e twice since my arrival here。。。in anticipation of this private meeting with you； Sire。〃
Though he tried to make casual conversation with this representative of the powerful Bene Gesserit； Shaddam felt ill at ease。 Everyone wanted something； everyone had a private agenda and every group thought it was owed favors or held sufficient blackmail material to sway his opinion。 Fenring had already taken care of several of those parasites； but more would e。
His current uneasiness had less to do with Sister Margot than with his concerns over mounting mistrust and turmoil among the Great Houses。 Even without an autopsy by the Suks； several important members of the Landsraad had raised unfortable questions over the Emperor's mysterious； lingering death。 Alliances were shifting and re…forming； important taxes and tithes from several wealthy worlds had been delayed； without adequate explanation。
And the Tleilaxu claimed to be years away from producing their promised synthetic spice。
Shaddam and his inner council would discuss the brewing crisis again this morning； a continuation of meetings that had gone on for a week。 The length of Elrood's reign had forced a stability （if not stagnation） across the Imperium。 No one remembered how to implement an orderly transition of power。
All across the worlds； military forces were being increased in strength and placed on alert。 Shaddam's Sardaukar were no exception。 Spies were busier than ever； in all quarters。 At times he wondered if his reassignment of Elrood's trusted Chamberlain Aken Hesban might have been a mistake。 Hesban now sat in a tiny； rock…walled office deep in the gullet of an asteroid mine； ready to be recalled if things ever got too bad。
But it'll be a cold day on Arrakis before that happens。
Shaddam's unease made him jumpy； perhaps a little superstitious。 His old vulture of a father was dead sent to the deepest hell described in the Orange Catholic Bible yet still he felt the invisible blood on his hands。
Before departing the Palace to meet with Sister Margot； Shaddam had； without much thought； grabbed a cloak to warm his shoulders against an imagined chill in the morning air。 The gold mantle had hung in the wardrobe with many other garments he had never worn。 Only now did he remember that this particular article had been a favorite of his father's。
Realizing this； Shaddam's skin crawled。 He felt the fine material prickle him suddenly； making him shiver。 The fine gold chain seemed to tighten at his throat like a noose。
Ridiculous； he told himself。 Inanimate objects did not carry spirits of the dead； couldn't possibly harm him。 He tried to put such concerns out of his mind。 A Bene Gesserit would certainly be able to read his disfort； and he couldn't allow this woman so much power over him。
〃I love the artwork here；〃 Margot said。 She pointed toward a scaffold fixed to the face of the Landsraad Hall of Oratory； where fresco painters worked on a mural depicting scenes of natural beauty and technological achievement from around the Imperium。 〃I believe your great…grandfather Vutier Corrino II was responsible for much of this？〃
〃Ah； yes Vutier was a great patron of the arts；〃 Shaddam said with some difficulty。 Resisting an urge to remove the haunted cloak and throw it to the ground； he vowed to wear only his own clothes henceforth。 〃He said that spectacle without warmth or creativity meant nothing。〃
〃I think you should make your point； please； Sister；〃 Fenring suggested； noting his friend's disfort； but guessing incorrectly as to its cause。 〃The Crown Prince's time is valuable。 There is much turmoil after the Emperor's death。〃
Shaddam and Fenring had murdered Elrood IX。 That fact could never be erased； and they hadn't escaped suspicion entirely； not according to rumors。 War between the Landsraad and House Corrino might result unless the Crown Prince consolidated his position； and soon。
Margot had been so persistent about the importance of a certain matter； using all the quiet clout of the Bene Gesserit； that an audience had been granted to her on short notice。 The only time open was during one of Shaddam's morning walks； an hour he normally reserved for quiet personal reflection （〃grief for his dead father；〃 according to the Court gossip Fenring had fostered）。
Margot favored the weasel…faced man beside her with a pretty smile and a casual toss of her honey…blonde hair。 Her gray…green eyes studied him。 〃You know very well what I wish to discuss with your friend； Hasimir；〃 she said； employing a familiar tone that astonished the Imperial heir。 〃Didn't you prepare him？〃
Fenring shook his head jerkily； and Shaddam saw him weaken in her presence。 The deadly man wasn't his usual forceful self。 The Bene Gesserit delegation had been here for some days； waiting； and Margot Rashino…Zea had spent a great deal of time with Fenring in close discussions。 Shaddam cocked his head； sensing some affection or at least mutual respect between the two。 Impossible！
〃Hmm…m…m…ah； I thought you might phrase it better than I could； Sister；〃 Fenring said。 〃Sire； the lovely Margot has an interesting proposal for you。 I think you should listen to her。〃
The Bene Gesserit looked at Shaddam strangely。 Has she noticed my distress？ he wondere
