Children of Dune (Page 66)

"What does Tyek call you now?" Farad’n asked.

"What’s that?" She was startled by this shift.

"I’ve noticed that he doesn’t call you ‘My Princess’ anymore."

Chapter Sixteen

How observant he is, she thought, wondering why this filled her with disquiet. Does he think I’ve taken Tyek as a lover? Nonsense, it wouldn’t matter one way or the other. Then why this question?

"He calls me ‘My Lady,’ " she said.

"Why?"

"Because that’s the custom in all of the Great Houses."

Including the Atreides, he thought.

"It’s less suggestive if overheard," she explained. "Some will think we’ve given up our legitimate aspirations."

"Who would be that stupid?" he asked.

She pursed her lips, decided to let it pass. A small thing, but great campaigns were made up of many small things.

"The Lady Jessica shouldn’t have left Caladan," he said.

She shook her head sharply. What was this? His mind was darting around like a crazy thing! She said: "What do you mean?"

"She shouldn’t have gone back to Arrakis," he said. "That’s bad strategy. Makes one wonder. Would’ve been better to have her grandchildren visit her on Caladan."

He’s right, she thought, dismayed that this had never occurred to her. Tyek would have to explore this immediately. Again she shook her head. No! What was Farad’n doing? He must know that the Priesthood would never risk both twins in space.

She said this.

"Is it the Priesthood or the Lady Alia?" he asked, noting that her thoughts had gone where he had wanted. He found exhilaration in his new importance, the mind-games available in political plotting. It had been a long time since his mother’s mind had interested him. She was too easily maneuvered.

"You think Alia wants power for herself?" Wensicia asked.

He looked away from her. Of course Alia wanted the power for herself! All of the reports from that accursed planet agreed on this. His thoughts took off on a new course.

"I’ve been reading about their Planetologist," he said. "There has to be a clue to the sandworms and the haploids in there somewhere, if only…"

"Leave that to others now!" she said, beginning to lose patience with him. "Is this all you have to say about the things we’ve done for you?"

"You didn’t do them for me," he said.

"Wha-a-at?"

"You did it for House Corrino," he said, "and you’re House Corrino right now. I’ve not been invested."

"You have responsibilities!" she said. "What about all of the people who depend upon you?"

As if her words put the burden upon him, he felt the weight of all those hopes and dreams which followed House Corrino.

"Yes," he said, "I understand about them, but I find some of the things done in my name distasteful."

"Dis… How can you say such a thing? We do what any Great House would do in promoting its own fortunes!"

"Do you? I think you’ve been a bit gross. No! Don’t interrupt me. If I’m to be an Emperor, then you’d better learn how to listen to me. Do you think I cannot read between the lines? How were those tigers trained?"

She remained speechless at this cutting demonstration of his perceptive abilities.

"I see." he said. "Well, I’ll keep Tyek because I know you led him into this. He’s a good officer under most circumstances, but he’ll fight for his own principles only in a friendly arena."

"His… principles?"

"The difference between a good officer and a poor one is strength of character and about five heartbeats," he said. "He has to stick by his principles wherever they’re challenged."

"The tigers were necessary," she said.

"I’ll believe that if they succeed," he said. "But I will not condone what had to be done in training them. Don’t protest. It’s obvious. They were conditioned. You said it yourself."

"What’re you going to do?" she asked.

"I’m going to wait and see," he said. "Perhaps I’ll become Emperor."

She put a hand to her breast, sighed. For a few moments there he’d terrified her. She’d almost believed he would denounce her. Principles! But he was committed now; she could see that.

Farad’n got up, went to the door and rang for his mother’s attendants. He looked back: "We are through, aren’t we?"

"Yes." She raised a hand as he started to leave. "Where’re you going?"

"To the library. I’ve become fascinated lately by Corrino history." He left her then, sensing how he carried his new commitment with him.

Damn her!

But he knew he was committed. And he recognized that there was a deep emotional difference between history as recorded on shigawire and read at leisure, a deep difference between that kind of history and the history which one lived. This new living history which he felt gathering around him possessed a sense of plunging into an irreversible future. Farad’n could feel himself driven now by the desires of all those whose fortunes rode with him. He found it strange that he could not pin down his own desires in this.

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It is said of Muad’Dib that once when he saw a weed trying to grow between two rocks, he moved one of the rocks. Later, when the weed was seen to be flourishing, he covered it with the remaining rock. "That was its fate," he explained. -The Commentaries

"Now!" Ghanima shouted.

Leto, two steps ahead of her in reaching the narrow cut in the rocks, did not hesitate. He dove into the slit, crawled forward until darkness enfolded him. He heard Ghanima drop behind him, a sudden stillness, and her voice, not hurrying or fearful: