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." "I would not," Ghanima said."And hereafter, cease calling me by that ridiculous diminutive.Ghani! It merely supports the mistaken assumption that I'm a child you can." "Why'd you and Alia grow so suddenly quiet?" Irulan asked, reverting to her previous question, but casting it now in a delicate mode of Voice.Ghanima threw her head back in laughter."Irulan! You'd try Voice on me?" "What?" Irulan was taken aback."You'd teach your grandmother to suck eggs," Ghanima said."I'd what?" "The fact that I remember the expression and you've never even heard it before should give you pause," Ghanima said."It was an old expression of scorn when you Bene Gesserit were young.But if that doesn't chasten you, ask yourself what your royal parents could've been thinking of when they named you Irulan? Or is it Ruinal?" In spite of her training, Irulan flushed."You're trying to goad me, Ghanima." "And you tried to use Voice on me.On me! I remember the first human efforts in that direction.I remember then, Ruinous Irulan.Now, get out of here, all of you." But Alia was intrigued now, caught by an inner suggestion which sluffed her fatigue aside.She said: "Perhaps I've a suggestion which could change your mind, Ghani." "Still Ghani!" A brittle laugh escaped Ghanima, then: "Reflect but a moment: If I desire to kill Farad'n, I need but fall in with your plans.I presume you've thought of that.Beware of Ghani in a tractable mood.You see, I'm being utterly candid with you." "That's what I hoped," Alia said."If you." "The blood of a brother cannot be washed away," Ghanima said."I'll not go before my Fremen loved ones a traitor to that.Never to forgive, never to forget.Isn't that our catechism? I warn you here, and I'll say it publicly: you cannot betroth me to Farad'n.Who, knowing me would believe it? Farad'n himself could not believe it.Fremen, hearing of such a betrothal, would laugh into their sleeves and say; 'See! She lures him into a trap.' If you." "I understand that," Alia said, moving to Irulan's side.Irulan, she noted, was standing in shocked silence, aware already of where this conversation was headed."And so I would be luring him into a trap," Ghanima said."If that's what you want, I'll agree, but he may not fall.If you wish this false betrothal as the empty coin with which to buy back my grandmother and your precious Duncan, so be it.But it's on your head.Buy them back.Farad'n, though, is mine.Him I'll kill." Irulan whirled to face Alia before she could speak."Alia! If we go back on our word." She let it hang there a moment while Alia smilingly reflected on the potential wrath among the Great Houses in Faufreluches Assembled, the destructive consequences to believe in Atreides honor, the loss of religious trust, all of the great and small building blocs which would tumble."It'd rule against us," Irulan protested."All belief in Paul's prophethood would be destroyed.It.the Empire." "Who could dare question our right to decide what is wrong and what is right?" Alia asked, voice mild."We mediate between good and evil.I need but proclaim." "You can't do this!" Irulan protested."Paul's memory." "Is just another tool of Church and State," Ghanima said."Don't speak foolishness, Irulan." Ghanima touched the crysknife at her waist, looked up at Alia."I've misjudged my clever aunt, Regent of all that's Holy in Muad'Dib's Empire.I have, indeed, misjudged you.Lure Farad'n into our parlor if you will." "This is recklessness," Irulan pleaded."You agree to this betrothal, Ghanima?" Alia asked, ignoring Irulan."On my terms," Ghanima said, hand still on her crysknife."I wash my hands of this," Irulan said, actually wringing her hands."I was willing to argue for a true betrothal to heal --" "We'll give you a wound much more difficult to heal, Alia and I," Ghanima said."Bring him quickly, if he'll come.And perhaps he will.Would he suspect a child of my tender years? Let us plan the formal ceremony of betrothal to require his presence.Let there be an opportunity for me to be alone with him.just a minute or two." Irulan shuddered at this evidence that Ghanima was, after all, Fremen entire, child no different from adult in this terrible bloodiness.After all, Fremen children were accustomed to slay the wounded on the battlefield, releasing women from this chore that they might collect the bodies and haul them away to the deathstills.And Ghanima, speaking with the voice of a Fremen child, piled horror upon horror by the studied maturity of her words, by the ancient sense of vendetta which hung like an aura around her."Done," Alia said, and she fought to keep voice and face from betraying her glee."We'll prepare the formal charter of betrothal.We'll have the signatures witnessed by the proper assemblage from the Great Houses.Farad'n cannot possibly doubt --" "He'll doubt, but he'll come," Ghanima said."And he'll have guards.But will they think to guard him from me?" "For the love of all that Paul tried to do," Irulan protested, "let us at least make Farad'n's death appear an accident, or the result of malice by outside --" "I'll take joy in displaying my bloody knife to my brethren," Ghanima said."Alia, I beg you," Irulan said."Abandon this rash insanity.Declare kanly against Farad'n, anything to --" "We don't require formal declaration of vendetta against him," Ghanima said."The whole Empire knows how we must feel." She pointed to the sleeve of her robe."We wear the yellow of mourning.When I exchange it for the black of a Fremen betrothed, will that fool anyone?" "Pray that it fools Farad'n," Alia said, "and the delegates of the Great Houses we invite to witness the --" "Every one of those delegates will turn against you," Irulan said."You know that!" "Excellent point," Ghanima said
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