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"A very unusual ghost," Edric said. "It has a body and a name. The body - that's the flesh of a renowned swordmaster known as Duncan Idaho. The name..."

The Reverend Mother nodded slowly.

"Our conspiracy requires a lever," Scytale said.

"Idaho's dead," Irulan said. "Paul has mourned the loss often in my presence. He saw Idaho killed by my father's Sardaukar."

The Reverend Mother nodded slowly.

"The Atreides will defeat himself" Edric crowed.

"Stop talking riddles" Irulan snapped. "What is this ghost?"

"Idaho's dead," Irulan said. "Paul has mourned the loss often in my presence. He saw Idaho killed by my father's Sardaukar."

Scytale, observing her attention, exercised his Face-Dancer powers - shape flowing into shape, flesh moving and readjusting. Presently, a slender man stood before her. The face remained somewhat round, but darker and with slightly flattened features. High cheekbones formed shelves for eyes with definite epicanthic folds. The hair was black and unruly.

"A Tleilaxu ghola," Irulan whispered, looking sideways at Scytale.

"A ghola of this appearance," Edric said, pointing to Scytale.

"I suggest the Combine Honnete Ober Advancer Mercantiles," Edric said, turning in his tank. "CHOAM is business and business follows profits."

"Princess," Edric said, "make your choice. You have been chosen as an instrument of destiny, the very finest"

"We haven't even convinced ourselves," Scytale said.

Before the Face Dancer could answer, Edric cleared his throat, said: "Let us not bandy philosophical nonsense. 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. All else is nonsense, as most thinking beings come to realize."

"Or merely another Face Dancer?" Irulan asked.

"Princess," Edric said, "make your choice. You have been chosen as an instrument of destiny, the very finest"

"We know his attributes," the Reverend Mother interrupted. "And we know the abomination, his sister Alia, possesses this gene pattern. But they're also humans, both of them. Thus, they have weaknesses."

"A ghola of this appearance," Edric said, pointing to Scytale.

"Princess," Edric said, "make your choice. You have been chosen as an instrument of destiny, the very finest"

"Or merely another Face Dancer?" Irulan asked.

"We know his attributes," the Reverend Mother interrupted. "And we know the abomination, his sister Alia, possesses this gene pattern. But they're also humans, both of them. Thus, they have weaknesses."

Scytale shrugged, a gesture designed solely for the Reverend Mother. Edric had answered her question for him. The pontificating fool was their major weakness. To make sure the Reverend Mother understood, Scytale said: "Listening carefully to the teacher, one acquires an education."

"We are more than conspirators," the Reverend Mother countered.

"I suggest the Combine Honnete Ober Advancer Mercantiles," Edric said, turning in his tank. "CHOAM is business and business follows profits."

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