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done this?
"Your body, your voice and your manner are well known here in Onn," he said.
"That mask is a foolishness."
She ripped the mask from her head and smiled at him. "I agree. Now answer my
question."
She heard Nayla move up close on her left; two more aides chosen by Nayla came
up beside her.
Siona saw the moment of realization come over Kobat
his death if he failed to satisfy her demands. His voice did not lose its tight
control but he spoke slower, choosing his words more carefully.
"The God Emperor has told me that he knows about an agreement between Ix and the
Guild. We are attempting to make a mechanical amplifier of... those Guild
navigational talents which presently rely on melange."
"In this room we call him the Worm," Siona said. "What would your Ixian machine
do?"
"You are aware that Guild Navigators require the spice before they can see the
safe path to traverse?"
"You would replace the navigators with a machine?"
"It may be possible."
"What message do you carry to your people concerning this machine?"
"I am to tell my people that they may continue the project only if they send him
daily reports on their progress."
She shook her head. "He needs no such reports! That's a stupid message."
Kobat swallowed no longer concealing nervousness.
"The Guild and the Sisterhood are excited by our project," he said. "They are
participating."
Siona nodded once. "And they pay for their participation by sharing spice with
Ix."
Kobat glared at her. "It's expensive work and we need the spice for comparative
testing by Guild Navigators."
"It is a lie and a cheat," she said. "Your device will never work and the Worm
knows it."
"How dare you accuse us of. . ."
"Be still! I have just told you the real message. The Worm is telling you Ixians
to continue cheating the Guild and the Bene Gesserit. It amuses him."
"It could work!" Kobat insisted.
She merely smiled at him. "Who tried to kill the Worm?"
"Duncan Idaho."
Nayla gasped. There were other small signs of surprise around the room, a frown,
an indrawn breath.
"Is Idaho dead?" Siona asked.
"I presume so, but the . . . ahhh, Worm refuses to confirm it."
"Why do you presume him dead?"
"The Tleilaxu have sent another Idaho ghola."
"I see."
Siona turned and signaled to Nayla. who went to the side of the room and
returned with a slim package wrapped in pink Suk paper, the kind of paper
shopkeepers used to enclose small purchases. Nayla handed the package to Siona.
"This is the price of our silence," Siona said, extending the package to Kobat.
"This is why Topri was permitted to bring you here tonight."
Kobat took the package without removing his attention from her face.
"Silence?" he asked.
"We undertake not to inform the Guild and Sisterhood that you are cheating
them."
"We are not cheat. . ."
"Don't be a fool!"
Kobat tried to swallow in a dry throat. Her meaning had become plain to him:
true or not, if the rebellion spread such a story it would be believed. It was
"common sense" as Topri was fond of saying.
Siona glanced at Topri who stood just behind Kobat. No one joined this rebellion
for reasons of "common sense." Did Topri not realize that his "common sense"
might betray him? She returned her attention to Kobat.
"What's in this package?" he asked.
Something in the way he asked it told Siona he already knew.
"That is something I am sending to Ix. You will take it there for me. That is
copies of two volumes we removed from the Worm's fortress."
Kobat stared down at the package in his hands. It was obvious that he wanted to
drop the thing, that his venture into rebellion had loaded him with a burden
more deadly than he had expected. He shot a scowling glance at Topri which said
as though he had spoken it: "Why didn't you warn me?"
"What. . ." He brought his gaze back to Siona, cleared his throat. "What's in
these . . . volumes?"
"Your people may tell us that. We think they are the Worm's own words, written
in a cipher which we cannot read."
"What makes you think we..."
"You Ixians are clever at such things."
"And if we fail?"
She shrugged. "We will not blame you for that. However, should you use those
volumes for any other purpose or fail to report a success fully. . ."
"How can anyone be sure we. . ."
"We will not depend only on you. Others will get copies. I think the Sisterhood
and the Guild will not hesitate to try deciphering those volumes."
Kobat slipped the package under his arm and pressed it against his body.
"What makes you think the . . . the Worm doesn't know about your intentions . .
. even about this meeting?"
"I think he knows many such things, that he may even know who took those
volumes. My father believes he is truly prescient."
"Your father believes the Oral History!"
"Everyone in this room believes it. The Oral History does not disagree with the
Formal History on important matters."
"Then why doesn't the Worm act against you?"
She pointed to the package under Kobat's arm. "Perhaps the answer is in there."
"Or you and these cryptic volumes are no real threat to him!" Kobat was not
concealing his anger. He did not like being forced into decisions.
"Perhaps. Tell me why you mentioned the Oral History."
Once more, Kobat heard the menace.
"It says the Worm is incapable of human emotions."
"That is not the reason," she said. "You will get one more chance to tell me the
reason."
Nayla moved two steps closer to Kobat.
"I . . . I was told to review the Oral History before coming here, that your
people. . ." He shrugged.
"That we chant it?"
"Yes."
"Who told you this?"
Kobat swallowed, cast a fearful glance at Topri, then back to Siona.
"Topri?" Siona asked.
"I thought it would help him to understand us," Topri said.
"And you told him the name of your leader," Siona said.
"He already knew!" Topri's voice had found its squeak.
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