On her first morning back, she arose at dawn and entered the workroom. Wearing the red robe, she sat in Mother Superior's chair and summoned Bellonda.
Bell stood at one end of the worktable. She knew. The design became clear in execution. Odrade had imposed a debt on her as well. Thus, the silence: assessing how she must pay.
Service to this Mother Superior, Bell! That is how you pay. No Archival declension of these events will put them into proper perspective. Action is required.
Bellonda spoke finally. "The only crisis I'd care to compare with this one is the advent of the Tyrant."
Murbella reacted sharply. "Hold your tongue, Bell, unless you've something useful to say!"
Bellonda took the reprimand calmly (uncharacteristic response). "Dar had changes in mind. This what she expected?"
Murbella softened her tone. "We'll rehash ancient history later. This is an opening chapter."
"Bad news." That was the old Bellonda.
Murbella said: "Admit the first group. Be cautious. They are Great Honored Matre's High Council."
Bell left to obey.
She knows I have every right to this position. They all know it. No need for a vote. No room for a vote!
Now was the time for the historical art of politics she had learned from Odrade.
"In all things you must appear important. No minor decisions pass through your hands unless they are quiet acts called 'favors' done for people whose loyalty can be earned."
Every reward came from on high. Not a good policy with the Bene Gesserit but this group entering the workroom, they were familiar with a Patroness Great Honored Matre; they would accept "new political necessities." Temporarily. It was always temporary, especially with Honored Matres.
Bell and watchdogs knew she would be a long time sorting this out. Even with amplified Bene Gesserit abilities.
It would require extremely demanding attention from all of them. And the first thing was the sharply discerning gaze of innocence.
That is what Honored Matres lost, and we must restore it before they can fade into the background where "we" belong.
Bellonda ushered in the Council and retired silently.
Murbella waited until they were seated. A mixed lot: some aspirants to supreme power. Angelika there smiling so prettily. Some waiting (not even daring to hope yet) but gathering what they could.
"Our Sisterhood was acting with stupidity," Murbella accused. She noted the ones who took this angrily. "You would have killed the goose!"
They did not understand. She dredged up the parable. They listened with proper attention, even when she added: "Don't you realize how desperately we need every one of these witches? We outnumber them so greatly that each of them will carry an enormous teaching burden!"
They considered this and, bitter though it was, they were forced to a qualified acceptance because she said it.
Murbella hammered it home. "Not only am I your Great Honored Matre... Does anyone question that?"
No one questioned.
"... but I am Bene Gesserit Mother Superior. They can do little else but confirm me in office."
Two of them started to protest but Murbella cut them short. "No! You would be powerless to enforce your will on them. You would have to kill them all. But they will obey me."
The two continued to babble and she shouted them down: "Compared to me with what I acquired from them, the lot of you are miserable weaklings! Do any of you challenge that?"
No one challenged but orange flecks were there.
"You are children with no knowledge of what you might become," she said. "Would you return defenseless to face the ones of many faces? Would you become vegetables?"
That caught their interest. They were accustomed to this tone from older commanders. The content held them now. It was difficult to accept from one so young... still... the things she had done. And to Logno and her aides!
Murbella saw them admire the bait.
Fertilization. This group will carry it away with them. Hybrid vigor. We are fertilized to grow stronger. And flower. And go to seed? Best not dwell on that. Honored Matres will not see it until they are almost Reverend Mothers. Then they will look back angrily as I did. How could we have been that stupid?
She saw submission take shape in councillor's eyes. There would be a honeymoon. Honored Matres would be children in a candy store. Only gradually would the inevitable grow plain to them. Then they would be trapped.
As I was trapped. Don't ask the oracle what you can gain. That's the trap. Beware the real fortune teller! Would you like thirty-five hundred years of boredom?
Odrade Within objected.
Give the Tyrant some credit. It couldn't all have been boredom. More like a Guild Navigator picking his passage through foldspace. Golden Path. An Atreides paid for your survival, Murbella.
Murbella felt burdened. The Tyrant's payment dumped on her shoulders. I didn't ask him to do it for me.
Odrade could not let that pass. He did it nonetheless.
Sorry, Dar. He paid. Now, I must pay.
So you are a Reverend Mother at last!
The councillors had grown restive under her stare.
Angelika elected to speak for them. After all, I am first chosen.
Watch that one! A blaze of ambition in her eyes.
"What response are you asking us to take with these witches?" Alarmed by her own boldness. Was not Great Honored Matre also a witch now?
Murbella spoke softly. "You will tolerate them and offer them no violence whatsoever."
Angelika was emboldened by Murbella's mild tone. "Is that Great Honored Matre's decision or the -"
"Enough! I could bloody the floor of this room with the lot of you! Do you wish to test it?"
They did not wish to test it.
"And what if I say to you that it is Mother Superior speaking? You will ask do I have a policy to meet our problem? I will say: Policy? Ahh, yes. I have a policy for unimportant things such as insect infestations. Unimportant things call for policies. For such of you as do not see the wisdom in my decision, I need no policy. Your kind I dispose of quickly. Dead before you know you've been injured! That is my response to the presence of filth. Is there any filth in this room?"
It was language they recognized: the lash of the Great Honored Matre backed by ability to kill.
"You are my Council," Murbella said. "I expect wisdom from you. The least you can do is pretend you are wise."
Humorous sympathy from Odrade: If that's the way Honored Matres give and take orders, it won't require much deep analysis by Bell.
Murbella's thoughts went elsewhere. I am no longer Honored Matre.
The step from one to another was so recent she found her Honored Matre performance uncomfortable. Her adjustments were a metaphor of what would happen to her former Sisters. A new role and she did not wear it well. Other Memory simulated long association with herself as this new person. This was no mystical transubstantiation, merely new abilities.
Merely?
The change was profound. Did Duncan realize this? It pained her that he might never see through to this new person.
Is that the residue of my love for him?
Murbella drew back from her questions, not wanting an answer. She felt repelled by something that went deeper than she cared to burrow.
There will be decisions I must make that love would prevent. Decisions for the Sisterhood and not for myself. That is where my fear is pointing.
Immediate necessities restored her. She sent her councillors away, promising pain and death if they failed to learn this new restraint.
Next, Reverend Mothers must be taught a new diplomacy: getting along with no one - not even with each other. It would grow easier in time. Honored Matres slipping into Bene Gesserit ways. One day, there would be no Honored Matres; only Reverend Mothers with improved reflexes and augmented knowledge of sexuality.
Murbella felt haunted by words she had heard but not accepted until this moment. "The things we will do for Bene Gesserit survival have no limits."