All else is nonsense, as most thinking beings come to realize." Every question can be boiled down to the one: 'Why is there anything?' Every religious, business and governmental question has the single derivative: 'Who will exercise the power?' Alliances, combines, complexes, they all chase mirages unless they go for the power. "A Tleilaxu ghola," Irulan whispered, looking sideways at Scytale.īefore the Face Dancer could answer, Edric cleared his throat, said: "Let us not bandy philosophical nonsense. He has that gene pattern which we Bene Gesserits covet for -" He possesses oracular vision which sees into the future. He is Muad'dib whose orders to the Fremen legions depopulate planets. He's the mentat whose computational mind surpasses the greatest ancient computers. He's the Mahdi whose merest whim is absolute command to his Qizarate missionaries. He's the kwisatz haderach, the one who can be many places at once. "Everywhere we turn," Irulan said, "his power confronts us. "CHOAM is business and business follows profits." "I suggest the Combine Honnete Ober Advancer Mercantiles," Edric said, turning in his tank. "We are more than conspirators," the Reverend Mother countered. "Or merely another Face Dancer?" Irulan asked. To make sure the Reverend Mother understood, Scytale said: "Listening carefully to the teacher, one acquires an education." The pontificating fool was their major weakness. Scytale shrugged, a gesture designed solely for the Reverend Mother. "The Lady Jessica, I understand, remains on Caladan, but is in frequent communication with her son." "Or perhaps the Emperor's mother," Scytale said. What then? There exist uses for such flesh and trainingif one acts swiftly." Let us suppose a wise Sardaukar commander recognized the swordmaster in a corpse his men had slain. "Even in defeat," Edric said, "your father's Sardaukar did not abandon wisdom.
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