The Winds Of Dune Part 27

And he had to die.

Around every moment is something I know, and something I do not.

-from the Collected Sayings of Muad'Dib Collected Sayings of Muad'Dib by the by the PRINCESS IRULAN PRINCESS IRULAN

At the Heighliner's next port of call, IV Delta Kaising, the immense s.h.i.+p disgorged small vessels from its belly-shuttles, cargo s.h.i.+ps, military craft. A routine stop, Guild business as usual.

Jessica thought she might go mad from the delay in getting back to Caladan. She emerged from her stateroom again and stared out the observation window of a common area at the planet below. As she often did, she brooded over the terrible losses in the Jihad, which seemed endless. Her mind was angered and saddened by the news of continuing atrocities ... and her heart was leaden from the horrendous decision she had made. But there could be no denying what she must do.

IV Delta Kaising was the planet where the vines for razor-sharp, metallic s.h.i.+gawire grew, a major cash crop that was exported to various worlds. s.h.i.+gawire was used as a recording-base material, and had the interesting property of contracting when stressed, making it ideal for bonds to secure struggling prisoners-cruel, and often deadly bonds. Because of the ongoing Jihad, the market for the vines had boomed.

Such a long war. To Jessica, it seemed like centuries since young Paul had run off with Bronso Vernius, eager to visit the worlds of the Imperium, to travel to exotic places and cultures. He had been excited in those days, filled with wonder and curiosity....

Jessica did not notice the approach of a Wayku attendant until the slender, dark-goateed man stepped up to her, solicitous but reserved. He held one hand behind his back. "You are the Lady Jessica, from Caladan." She did not hear a question at the end of his statement. Uncharacteristically, the steward's dark gla.s.ses were tilted back on his head so that he could peer at her with intense, pale blue eyes. "I checked the pa.s.senger manifest."

Wayku stewards rarely initiated contact with pa.s.sengers, and Jessica was immediately wary. She hesitated. Then: "I am returning home."

From behind his back, the man produced a sealed cylinder and handed it to her. "Bronso Vernius of Ix asked me to deliver this important message to you."

She could not have been more astonished. She'd just seen Tessia at the Mother School, but she had not heard from young Bronso in years. Though he was the ostensible leader of Ix, he had broken all contact with House Atreides after Rhombur's death.

"Who are you? What is your connection to Ix?"

The Wayku was already trying to depart. "I have no connection to Ix, my Lady. Only to Bronso. I am Ennzyn, and I knew both him and your son when they were much younger. In fact, I helped your men locate Bronso and Paul when the boys were ... missing. I have never forgotten them, and Bronso has not forgotten me."

He slipped away before she could ask more questions. Looking down at the mysterious message, Jessica cut the seal with a fingernail and unrolled a sheet of instroy paper bearing the purple and copper helix of the Vernius family.

My Dearest Lady Jessica- Though I turned my back on House Atreides for reasons that are painful to both of us, I now call upon the close relations.h.i.+p that our Great Houses once had. I know you have just visited Wallach IX, and I eagerly await word-the truth!-about my mother. I would be greatly in your debt if you would stop over at Ix and visit me, on your way back to Caladan.

I still live in the Grand Palais, though I have been deprived of virtually all power. The Technocrat Council has stripped me of any real influence, and they dominate our society. It is also most urgent that I speak with you about Paul. influence, and they dominate our society. It is also most urgent that I speak with you about Paul.

With all respect and admiration, Bronso Vernius

Rolling the message tightly and returning it to the cylinder, Jessica marched off down the corridor to arrange for her departure at Ix. The planet was three stops away.

When she reached the subterranean city of Vernii, Jessica noticed many changes over the past dozen years since she'd last visited-signs of great wealth, including many new buildings, expanded industry, throngs of people of various races bustling about in expensive clothing. The inverted skyline of stalact.i.te buildings had grown more complex; the numerous new administrative buildings looked designed for utilitarian purposes rather than beauty.

Inside the Grand Palais, Jessica was greeted by a copper-haired man, whom she recognized immediately. Bronso looked careworn and tired with shadows under his eyes and fatigue etched into his features. His shoulders drooped. All happiness seemed to have been sucked out of his demeanor. "Lady Jessica, I can't tell you how much I appreciate this. It was imperative that you come." When he extended his hand to her, she noticed the fire jewel ring of House Vernius on his right hand, Rhombur had worn one just like it.

"Oh, Bronso! It has been so long." Words flowed from her like a flood. "I just saw your mother. She is alive and awake on Wallach IX, out of her coma."

The young man brightened. "That much I know, because she has smuggled out brief messages to me over the years, and I to her. If I had military strength or political influence, I would demand her release." His bony shoulders bounced up and down in a quick shrug. "But what could I do for her here? Are the Sisters taking good care of her?" He gestured for Jessica to follow him. "Tell me about her. How does she seem?"

Jessica talked quickly as he led her along a corridor, where the surfaces of tables and statues looked dusty. The furnis.h.i.+ngs were still of tremendous value, but did not look cared for. He stopped at the doorway of an inner room with no windows. As she finished her story about Tessia, she realized that he had been trying to distract her, and now she was puzzled that he would choose to bring her to a secure area rather than one of the more spectacular balcony chambers.

Bronso opened the door, and he was plainly nervous. "We can talk more inside." Jessica hesitated before entering, sensing something unusual, but unable to determine what. The room looked bright and sterile.

He sealed the door behind them, activated a series of security systems, and then visibly relaxed. Gesturing for her to take a seat near the faux fireplace inset in the wall, Bronso said, "House Vernius is not what it once was. Our factories hum, and customers pour in from every corner of the galaxy. All around me, Ix is an efficient machine of activity, generating vast profits. Yet, here I am in the midst of it, a lonely, forgotten man. Bolig Avati and the Technocrat Council do not see any need for a royal family on Ix. Instead, they have proposed an independent confederacy."

"I'm very sorry to hear that." She wasn't sure what he wanted from her, or what she could do to help him. "I wish I could do something to improve your circ.u.mstances. But your message said you needed to talk ... about Paul?"

She could not reveal the crus.h.i.+ng decision she had made.

"The summons did not come from me, my Lady."

A door opened on her right, and Paul strode into the room, wearing a black formal uniform of House Atreides with a red hawk crest rather than the Fremen desert garb he often wore, even away from Dune. He carried himself with an icy demeanor that reminded her of Duke Leto.

"I'm the one who asked you to come here, Mother."

If making a difficult decision is considered a strength, then does changing one's mind indicate weakness?

-The Book of Mentat

Jessica froze as Paul emerged to stand beside Bronso Vernius, the man who had supposedly broken all ties with House Atreides.

Paul!

Time funneled down into a pinp.r.i.c.k of an instant, and all of her Bene Gesserit schooling came to bear. If she truly meant to commit the unthinkable act, this was her chance. Paul suspected nothing.

Something had annealed inside her when she made up her mind to stop him. Her son had vowed to sterilize eleven more worlds. She had had to remove him from power, end his reckless path of destruction. to remove him from power, end his reckless path of destruction.

She stepped closer, cautiously hoping for an embrace. She could deliver a single mortal blow-fast, irreversible ... and necessary.

Seeing his strong-boned face and remembering the dear boy who had been such a dedicated student and eager learner, the pride of her beloved Duke Leto, Jessica almost lost her resolve. But this was what she had had to do-not because the Bene Gesserit had suggested it, but because her own conclusions required it. to do-not because the Bene Gesserit had suggested it, but because her own conclusions required it.

Paul said, "Mother, don't do what you're thinking." With surprising power and authority, his words stopped her in her tracks, just as she was about to strike out. Her arm flickered, hesitated. He added in a softer tone, "I desperately need your help."

Though he had seen the potential violence in her, he did not step back to put even a small buffer of safety between them. Paul remained exactly where he was. "No one else knows I'm here, and it has to remain that way."

The Ixian chamber was intensely quiet until Bronso said. "This is a very important matter. No one can know what we plan here. These walls are s.h.i.+elded, so we can speak plainly."

Paul nodded. "The excesses of the Jihad are too extreme. My own myth has grown too powerful, and Bronso is about to change all of that."

The Ixian's expression was hard, his skin pale from a life spent underground in the cavern city. "Paul has asked me to be his secret foil to counter the destructive myth of the messiah, to make people see that he is not the demiG.o.d that he's been portrayed as. And I have agreed to this." A cold smile crossed his lips. "Wholeheartedly."

Jessica jerked back her head in surprise. Her heart hammered in her chest.

Paul continued, "Bronso has made no secret of his animosity toward me since the night his father died-so no one will suspect that I put him up to anything. He's going to take me down a few notches, refute what the Qizarate and Princess Irulan say, ridicule those who blindly revere me. After so much bloodshed in the Jihad, it is time."

The words gave Jessica great pause. She felt stiff, heard no emotion in her own voice. "This is ... not what I expected at all."

"I know the violence I have condoned, and I know that must seem inexplicable to you, unforgivable."

"At first I thought I was going to take pleasure in this," Bronso said, "but the more I consider the overwhelming task-and the perils involved-the more I doubt I'll get out of this with my skin intact."

Paul gave him a sincere smile. "Yet even with all that, my rediscovered friend has agreed to do as I wish, at considerable danger to himself. He will write the words that no one else has the courage to say, and people will talk about them. More and more, they will talk, and they will think think."

"And, oh, how his fanatics will howl for my blood," Bronso said.

Paul's expression showed the determination that had overthrown an empire and launched fanatical troops across hundreds of worlds. "Through destiny or fate, Mother-call it what you will-I found myself unable to prevent the Jihad. Through prescience, I saw horrific aspects of my future, yet I could not prevent it. Similarly, my father found himself caught in his own destiny, knowing that Arrakis was a trap set by his enemies, but knowing that he had to play it out and see if he could emerge victorious. I, too, know my own destiny-and it is not a glorious one. Perhaps it is the culmination of the Atreides curse." His words trailed away, and he stared at Jessica with his deep blue eyes. "Isn't there a Bene Gesserit saying-'Prophets have a way of dying by violence'?" "Through destiny or fate, Mother-call it what you will-I found myself unable to prevent the Jihad. Through prescience, I saw horrific aspects of my future, yet I could not prevent it. Similarly, my father found himself caught in his own destiny, knowing that Arrakis was a trap set by his enemies, but knowing that he had to play it out and see if he could emerge victorious. I, too, know my own destiny-and it is not a glorious one. Perhaps it is the culmination of the Atreides curse." His words trailed away, and he stared at Jessica with his deep blue eyes. "Isn't there a Bene Gesserit saying-'Prophets have a way of dying by violence'?"

"Don't say that!" she said, then realized the irony, since she had been prepared to kill him herself only moments earlier.

"I am no longer just a n.o.bleman making parochial decisions for Caladan and House Atreides. I have become something else entirely, a monstrous leader the likes of which this universe has never seen. When my warriors rush into battle, they shout my name as if it will protect them and strike their opponents dead with fear."

"I know, I know." She looked away, sadly.

Paul's words came faster. "The moment I became Muad'Dib, I reached the point of no return. As the Kwisatz Haderach, I saw portions of my future and of mankind's future, and I knew that I needed needed to lead my legions across planet after planet, carrying banners dipped in blood. And for what purpose, Mother? Just to kill, just to gain power, just to overthrow the old ways? Of course not!" to lead my legions across planet after planet, carrying banners dipped in blood. And for what purpose, Mother? Just to kill, just to gain power, just to overthrow the old ways? Of course not!"

Glancing at Bronso, she saw the other man nodding as he listened.

"It was my fate to seize my role as the Lisan al-Gaib and the Kwisatz Haderach, in order to guide people through the whirlwinds of history, so that we could reach this point. The turning point."

Jessica narrowed her eyes, glanced sidelong at Bronso, then back at her son, without saying anything.

"Because of me, Mother, our n.o.ble House will be spoken of with hatred for years, maybe even centuries ... no matter the n.o.ble deeds of our ancestors, no matter the good deeds I committed before the full violence of the Jihad became apparent."

She felt empty. "Then why are you ordering the sterilization of eleven more planets? How is that necessary to counter your myth?"

"Because I have seen that it must be done. In a way, it is the act that tips the balance and turns people against me, with a bit of persuasion from Bronso. It gives him a legitimate reason. If not for that, the situation would grow worse, much worse, and if he doesn't start now, it will be too late." tips the balance and turns people against me, with a bit of persuasion from Bronso. It gives him a legitimate reason. If not for that, the situation would grow worse, much worse, and if he doesn't start now, it will be too late."

"But eleven planets eleven planets? All those people, just to make a point?" Then, thinking of what Mayor Horvu and his followers had done with their foolish cry for independence, she added, "Is one of those worlds Caladan?"

He recoiled. "Caladan is my home planet. I would never harm it."

"Each of those worlds is somebody's home planet." She wondered if she had made a mistake in not killing him when she'd had her chance.

As if he could read her thoughts, he said, "I understand what you thought you needed to do to me, Mother. You hoped to save as many lives as possible, and that is my hope, as well. There are small deeds you aren't aware of. The recent ma.s.sacre at the Lankiveil monastery involved fewer than one hundred and fifty deaths. Secretly, I arranged for forty-seven women and children to escape before the priests came in. Word has also been leaked to the rulers of the eleven target planets, and Guilds.h.i.+ps are taking away great numbers of people in an unofficial evacuation, though of course I would deny it vehemently."

Jessica caught her breath, almost sobbed as she asked, "But why, why, why do you want to be hated for all of eternity, and why must you take House Atreides down with you? Why must so many people die in the name of Muad'Dib? How can that be your destiny, or theirs?" why do you want to be hated for all of eternity, and why must you take House Atreides down with you? Why must so many people die in the name of Muad'Dib? How can that be your destiny, or theirs?"

"I have had many visions that guide my course, some after great consumption of melange, others through dreams. I took my name from the desert mouse, the muad'dib, the shape of the shadow on the second moon-and in many visions I have seen the moon, and shadows, growing dark ... maybe eclipsed." His voice trailed off, then he shook his head. "But that does not mean that all light is lost from that moon, or that my life has no purpose. Though caught inextricably in my own destiny, I will teach a lesson for all time, showing by example the danger of falling into the myth of the charismatic leader, the mistaken belief that following a heroic figure will always lead humankind to utopia. Such a myth is ma.s.s insanity, and must be destroyed. The legacy I leave is that my personal, very human human, flaws are amplified by the number of people who carry my banner into battle."

Jessica began to comprehend the immensity of what Paul had in mind. His words were like an unexpected splash of cold water to open her eyes. He had done so many reprehensible things that she'd begun to believe that he had tumbled headlong down a slippery slope of his own justifications. She had begun to believe the worst of him, and using that c.h.i.n.k in her armor, both Mother Superior Harishka and Reverend Mother Mohiam had tried to manipulate Jessica into murdering her own son.

With great sorrow, Paul said, "The things I have to do are my terrible purpose, revealed to me in my visions-the nightmarish path I must follow through darkness that seems never-ending, but which must ultimately emerge into light." His face was a grim mask that she would never forget. He looked so much older than his twenty-four years.

She felt a strange sense of calm. Paul had opened her eyes with his confessions, his immense personal sacrifice. Despite her fears, she realized that he really did know what he was doing after all, that his plans encompa.s.sed a much vaster canvas than any single tragedy, that he was not an abomination who needed to be slain just to stop a current crisis. Great numbers of people were being evacuated from targeted planets, but his part in saving their lives had to remain a secret. He was sacrificing himself, and the lives that were lost were the smallest price he could find.

She was appalled by how close she had come to killing him. How little she had understood!

Bronso broke the silence. "For a long time I considered myself Paul's enemy, and it took me a long time to find room for forgiveness. But I realized, eventually, that my father's death was not Paul's fault. The greatest blow was when my father's last words were about Paul ... and only Paul." The Ixian n.o.bleman drew a deep breath. "But then I realized something else. My father had made me swear to watch out for Paul, to protect him from dangers. By asking with his dying breath whether Paul was safe, he was asking me me whether I had fulfilled my responsibility." whether I had fulfilled my responsibility."

The young man raised his chin, and his eyes sparkled with a proud n.o.bility. "Now I understand much more. And this gives me my own strong purpose-a purpose I have avoided for my entire adult life."

Bronso gestured to the s.h.i.+elded wall of the chamber. "The Technocrat Council runs Ix. Although I'm a Landsraad representative and still the t.i.tular ruler of the planet, my authority here is empty. The technocrats already regard me as irrelevant, and soon they'll conclude that I am an annoyance. Vermillion h.e.l.ls, with all the dangers here, it may be safer if I hide out in the s.p.a.ce lanes and spread dangerous tracts about Muad'Dib!" He smiled gamely at Paul, then at Jessica. "I'm ready for this task." the t.i.tular ruler of the planet, my authority here is empty. The technocrats already regard me as irrelevant, and soon they'll conclude that I am an annoyance. Vermillion h.e.l.ls, with all the dangers here, it may be safer if I hide out in the s.p.a.ce lanes and spread dangerous tracts about Muad'Dib!" He smiled gamely at Paul, then at Jessica. "I'm ready for this task."

"It is my destiny to love you, Paul, no matter what," Jessica said. Paul turned to her with a plea on his face, and Jessica saw her son her son again, the bright, sensitive person she thought she had lost. She had conceived him in love and had given birth to him, and now she could do nothing to remove herself from the powerful historical current that carried House Atreides into the future. again, the bright, sensitive person she thought she had lost. She had conceived him in love and had given birth to him, and now she could do nothing to remove herself from the powerful historical current that carried House Atreides into the future.

Jessica could only nod when he said, "I want you to help Bronso, in secret, however you can. Help him to destroy me."

Each life is filled with secrets.

-AMAN WUTIN, adviser to Korba the Panegyrist

Everything in her life had changed-and changed again-but when Jessica returned home, Caladan was as beautiful as always ... pristine, serene, and safe. When she stepped onto the Cala City landing field, she smelled the ozone-freshness of an ocean breeze. She drank in the vibrant late afternoon colors, the marshy pundi-rice fields, the tall coastal pine forests, the broad seas, the soaring inland mountains. Home Home. Peace Peace.

Since the meeting on Ix, her impression of Paul had fundamentally changed. Jessica knew that he did have the clarity of vision he claimed, and that he was fully aware of the dangers of his own legend and the religion that had sprung up around him. Only she and Paul would ever know what Bronso Vernius was truly doing, and why. She couldn't even tell Gurney Halleck the truth.

Jessica knew as well that her own destiny was aligned with her son's, and that she could not extricate herself from it any more than he could....

A contingent of guards met her at the edge of the s.p.a.ceport grounds. For years, with the predictability of the daily sunrise, Gurney's expression had lit up whenever he saw her. But not now.

"You are returning home to a dire crisis, my Lady, and I fear it is only the beginning." He refused to say more until the two of them had climbed into the sealed groundcar. The offworld soldier guards took adjacent vehicles, making Jessica feel very uncomfortable. She had never seen so much security on Caladan. only the beginning." He refused to say more until the two of them had climbed into the sealed groundcar. The offworld soldier guards took adjacent vehicles, making Jessica feel very uncomfortable. She had never seen so much security on Caladan.

During the ride to the Castle, Gurney described the surprisingly violent demonstrations, the increasing fervor for independence, the anger of Caladanians in response to how they perceived Muad'Dib had treated them.

"My solution may have made things worse." The rough-looking man shook his head. "We cracked down and stopped most of the demonstrators, and reopened the s.p.a.ceport. But this morning, a few overly ambitious locals took four Qizara Tafwids hostage and are holding them until the Imperial government rescinds the change of Caladan's name." His hands knotted into fists. "I had hoped we could hold off any retaliation from Muad'Dib's government by claiming the problem was solved ... but now what can we say to them? I am shamed to have failed you so, my Lady."

After what Mohiam had revealed to her on Wallach IX, Jessica understood that Bene Gesserit operatives had been manipulating the crowds all along, pus.h.i.+ng them toward rebellion in hopes of triggering a cascade of planetary revolts.

"It's not entirely their fault, Gurney. The Sisterhood is trying to force Paul to overreact. They intend for Caladan's mostly innocent resistance to be the flashpoint for a chain of uprisings. The Bene Gesserits are playing a game of provocation, with the people here as their p.a.w.ns."