Murbella watched the old one carefully. This lizard would dart her tongue a bit, testing the air, giving vent to her emotions, but she was sufficiently shocked to listen.
"Murbella is my name. I was taken captive by the Bene Gesserit on Gammu. I am an adept of the Hormu."
"Why are you wearing a witch's robes?" The old one and her squad stood ready to kill.
"I have learned everything they had to teach and have brought that treasure to my Sisters."
The old one studied her a moment. "Yes, I recognize your type. You're a Roc, one we chose for the Gammu project."
The squad behind her relaxed slightly.
"You did not come all the way in that lighter," the old one accused.
"I escaped from one of their no-ships."
"Do you know where their nest is?"
"I do."
A wide smile spread on the old one's lips. "Well! You are a prize! How did you escape?"
"Do you have to ask?"
The old one considered this. Murbella could read the thoughts on her face as though they were spoken: These ones we brought from Roc - deadly, all of them. They can kill with hands, feet, or any other movable part of their bodies. They all should carry a sign: "Dangerous in any position."
Murbella moved away from the lighter, displaying the sinewy grace that was a mark of her identity.
Speed and muscle, Sisters. Beware.
Some of the squad pressed forward, curious. Their words were full of Honored Matre comparisons, eager questions Murbella was forced to parry.
"Did you kill many of them? Where is their planet? Is it rich? Have you bonded many males there? You were trained on Gammu?"
"I was on Gammu for the third stage. Under Hakka."
"Hakka! I've met her. Did she have that injured left foot when you knew her?"
Still testing.
"It was the right foot and I was with her when she took the injury!"
"Oh, yes, the right foot. I remember now. How was she injured?"
"Kicking a lout in the rear. He had a sharp knife in his hip pocket. Hakka was so angry she killed him."
Laughter swept through the squad.
"We will go to Great Honored Matre," the old one said.
So I've passed first inspection.
Murbella sensed reservations, though.
Why is this Hormu adept wearing those enemy robes? And she has a strange look to her.
Best face that one at once.
"I took their training and they accepted me."
"The fools! Did they really?"
"You question my word?" How easy it was to revert, adopting touchy Honored Matre ways.
The old one bristled. She did not lose hauteur but she sent a warning look to her squad. All of them took a moment to digest what Murbella had said.
"You became one of them?" someone behind her asked.
"How else could I steal their knowledge? Know this! I was the personal student of their Mother Superior."
"Did she teach you well?" That same challenging voice from behind.
Murbella identified the questioner: middle echelon and ambitious. Anxious for notice and advancement.
This is the end of you, anxious one. And little loss to the universe.
A Bene Gesserit feint drifted the feather that was her foe into range. One Hormu-style kick for them to recognize. The questioner lay dead on the ground.
Marriage of Bene Gesserit and Honored Matre abilities creates a danger you should all recognize and envy.
"She taught me admirably," Murbella said. "Any other questions?"
"Ehhhhh!" the old one said.
"How are you called?" Murbella demanded.
"I am a Senior Dame, Honored Matre of the Hormu. I am called Elpek."
"Thank you, Elpek. You may call me Murbella."
"I am honored, Murbella. It is indeed a treasure you have brought us."
Murbella studied her a moment with Bene Gesserit watchfulness before smiling without humor.
The exchange of names! You in your red robe that marks you as one of the powerful surrounding Great Honored Matre, do you know what you have just accepted into your circle?
The squad remained shocked and looked at Murbella with wariness. She saw this with her new sensitivity. The Old Girl network had never gained a foothold in the Bene Gesserit but it performed for Honored Matres. Simulflow amused her with a parade of confirmation. How subtle the power transfers: right school, right friends, graduation and transfer onto the first rungs of the ladder - all guided by relatives and their connections, mutual back-scratching that managed alliances, including marriages. Simulflow told her it led into the pit but ones on the ladder, the ones in controlling niches, never let that worry them.
Today is sufficient unto today, and that is how Elpek sees me. But she does not see what I have become, only that I am dangerous but potentially useful.
Turning slowly on one foot, Murbella studied Elpek's squad. No bonded males here. This was too sensitive a duty for any but trusted women. Good.
"Now, you will listen to me, all of you. If you have any loyalty to our Sisterhood, which I will judge on future performance, you will honor what I have brought. I intend it as a gift for those who deserve it."
"Great Honored Matre will be pleased," Elpek said.
But Great Honored Matre did not appear pleased when Murbella was presented.
Murbella recognized the tower setting. Almost sunset now but Streggi's body still lay where it had fallen. Some of Teg's specialists had been killed, mostly the comeye crew who doubled as his guard.
No, we Honored Matres do not like others spying on us.
Teg still lived, she saw, but he was swathed in shigawire and shoved disdainfully into a corner. Most surprising of alclass="underline" Odrade stood unfettered near Great Honored Matre. It was a gesture of contempt.
Murbella felt she had lived through such a scene many times - aftermath of Honored Matre Victory: swaths of their enemies' bodies left where they had been brought down. Honored Matre attack with the bloodless weapon had been swift and deadly, a typical viciousness that killed when killing no longer was required. She suppressed a shudder at the memory of this deadly reversal. There had been no warning, only the troops dropping in wide lines - a domino effect that left the survivors in shock. And Great Honored Matre obviously enjoyed the shock.
Looking at Murbella, Great Honored Matre said, "So this is the bag of insolence you say you trained in your ways."
Odrade almost smiled at the description.
Bag of insolence?
A Bene Gesserit would accept it without rancor. This rheumy-eyed Great Honored Matre faced a quandary and could not call on her weapon that killed without blood. Very delicate balance of power. Agitated conversations among Honored Matres had revealed their problem.
All of their secret weapons had been exhausted and could not be reloaded, something they had lost when driven back here.
"Our weapon of last resort and we wasted it!"
Logno, who thought herself supreme, stood in a different arena now. And she had just learned of the fearful ease with which Murbella could kill one of the elect.
Murbella cast a measuring gaze over Great Honored Matre's entourage, gauging their potentials. They recognized this situation, of course. Familiar. How did they vote?
Neutral?
Some were wary and all were waiting.
Anticipating a diversion. No concern over who triumphed as long as power continued to flow in their direction.
Murbella let her muscles flow into the waiting stance of combat she had learned from Duncan and the Proctors. She felt as cool as though standing on the practice floor, running through responses. Even as she reacted, she knew she moved in ways for which Odrade had prepared her - mentally, physically, and emotionally.
Voice first. Give them a taste of inner chill.