The mysterious opponent had not underestimated Paul-Muad'Dib Atreides. The a.s.sa.s.sination attempt had come when he was with those he loved, which forced him not only to protect himself but to protect all of them - which meant he was facing a threat as convoluted and extravagant as the most tortuous training sessions that Duncan Idaho and Thufir Hawat had concocted for him when he was a boy. If not for Bludd's a.s.sistance, Irulan would probably already be dead.

Paul became like a whirling dervish, grabbing hunter-seekers, smashing them into each other, slamming them to the floor, leaping for others with hands outstretched before they could strike Chani, Irulan, Alia, or even Bludd. His chair was studded with stray hunter-seekers, and each projectile he grabbed was armed with a different poison. More and more complexities!

He was exhausted, his body clamoring from the effort of his accelerated fight as well as from driving back the toxins.

By now the air was abuzz with more hunter-seekers than he could stop, perhaps a hundred. His hands, arms, chest, and back had been stung repeatedly. He could barely concentrate now, forced to devote most of his effort to counteracting the dangerous chemicals building up in his bloodstream. Bodies lay in heaps on the dais and out in the audience. The crowd was a cacophony of screams.

From out in the audience, Korba bellowed orders, finally acting like a Fedaykin again rather than a priest. He commanded the soldiers to shoot out the cubbyholes, preventing more weapons from being launched. Someone - Bludd? - thrust a body shield at Paul and activated it; the field would slow the hunter-seekers, making it easier to intercept them. Bludd activated a shield of his own, apparently having brought the protective devices despite Paul's orders that they were not to be used. Rather than insubordination, the act now appeared to be remarkable foresight.

Korba's men, also wearing full shields, waded through the bodies, using clubs, stretches of fabric, and gloved hands to eliminate more of the hunter-seekers. Over half of the men perished in the effort, but their companions continued, regardless.

Despite his difficulty focusing, Paul at last saw the threat diminishing and he concentrated more of his personal energy on stopping the waves of poison within him. When he finally returned to awareness and found himself collapsed near the base of the throne, breathing heavily, he realized the attack was over.

Or was it? He sensed something more, a brooding danger like a subsonic pulse throbbing at the back of his mind.

Chani came toward him, looking exhausted, but her eyes were bright and her skin flushed pink. She was intact, though her clothes were torn and her hair in disarray. "Usul, you are hurt!"

"I will live." Feeling uneasy, he looked around at the horrific aftermath. Most of the crowd had been evacuated from the Celestial Hall, while more guards and medical personnel were trying to push their way in. All in the audience who had been touched by a hunter-seeker's poison were either dying or dead, and many other hapless celebrants had been injured in the panic.

Paul tried to calm himself, but a threat still clamored inside his skull. As far as he could see, all the devices had been neutralized, and the cubbyholes had been destroyed. Then why did he still feel such imminent danger? It pulsed in his mind, refused to go away.

His head rang, and he found it difficult to think clearly. Though he had counteracted the poisons in his body, their aftereffects left him physically drained.

Still, the sense of supreme danger roared around him like a wind.

Chani sat at his side and put her arms around him, imparting strength to him as she held him close. Suddenly, the silent warning blared in his mind, like an unexpected spike on a power grid. He couldn't understand it, but couldn't ignore it, either. Paul did not question what he felt.

Using the last of his strength, he grabbed Chani and began to move. In the same instant, Swordmaster Bludd surprised them. "My Lord! Down!" Like a juggernaut, Bludd pushed them both so that all three tumbled away from the throne and off the edge of the dais. They fell onto the grisly cushion of dead bodies strewn on the floor about them.

A fraction of a second later, a small, hidden bomb exploded from beneath the elaccawood throne, hurling a rippling fireball over the entire dais.

There is an arrogance to perfection. When one insists on perfection and receives only flawed humanity, the resulting disappointment breeds unrealistic anger and proves only that those in charge are human as well - and deficient.

-The Dunebuk of Muad'Dib

We shall provide a new entertainment today." Thallo's low voice simmered with excitement as he met Marie in one of their designated training areas. The Tleilaxu observers seemed to consider their time together as constructive "play," but Dr. Ereboam had been growing increasingly nervous as he watched the mounting strain on his Kwisatz Haderach candidate. To a great extent Thallo was like a void in human shape, revealing few answers to the questions he sparked about himself.

"What sort of entertainment?" Marie looked around, but saw nothing unusual in the small laboratory chamber. The walls were lined with interactive game simulations and exotic exercise machines. Behind one of the dark, mirrored surfaces she knew the ever-present monitors were watching them. Though she maintained a bright, childish expression, Marie was alert, wary of what Thallo might do next.

Ignoring the observers behind the mirrors, he took her small arm and led her out into the corridor. "I want you by my side. It is a special day, and I have been waiting a long time for this." He marched her toward a security check station where two alert-looking Tleilaxu guards sat, but the lavender scanner lights dimmed and switched off as Thallo and Marie approached. The Kwisatz Haderach candidate and the little girl walked right past the apparently attentive middle-caste guards, who didn't seem to see them at all.

Thallo's ability to manipulate Tleilaxu technology and perceptions seemed almost supernatural. "The Masters have such high hopes for me, but apparently low expectations. They cannot guess the half of my capabilities." His perfect lips quirked into a smile. "Why create a Kwisatz Haderach and then a.s.sume he will fit into narrowly defined parameters?"

They pa.s.sed a second security station, but as before, the pair proceeded without being noticed. At a doorway, Thallo touched an ident.i.ty pad on the wall, and a heavy door slid upward to allow them access. He flexed his hand. "I know much, much more about Thalidei than they can ever guess."

Marie's wariness increased as they slipped into a high-ceilinged chamber - clearly a heavy-security zone. Her companion sealed the door behind them and reinforced it with a second, heavier plate. "There, now we are barricaded in. We're safe."

"Safe from what?" All of her senses antic.i.p.ated danger - but from Thallo.

"Safe to do our work." His usually guarded expression had a manic, edgy quality. "Through the prescience the Tleilaxu gave me, I know I am doomed to fail. The mode of my failure, however, is under my my primary control. And if I am to be a failure, I may as well make it a spectacular one." He touched his forearm where a wet line of red from a particularly deep cut had begun to seep through the filmsuit. "Painful lessons are the ones best remembered." primary control. And if I am to be a failure, I may as well make it a spectacular one." He touched his forearm where a wet line of red from a particularly deep cut had begun to seep through the filmsuit. "Painful lessons are the ones best remembered."

Inside the chamber, Marie was startled to see nine electronic containment cells, each holding an apparently identical version of Thallo, all muscular, perfectly formed young men. "Meet my brothers," he said. "Replacements prepared by the Masters."

The identical Thallos stood caged in their containment chambers, looking out imploringly. They all appeared awake, hyperaware, and completely trapped, each awaiting his turn. "See, they hope for me to be discarded so that they can be next. Despite what Dr. Ereboam says, the Tleilaxu are a long way from achieving their superhuman."

"Are you going to free them?" Seeing the nine remaining clones, Marie wondered how many previous versions of Thallo had been tried, and discarded. Had he been inside one of those confinement chambers, himself looking out, counting endless days, waiting? How many previous Kwisatz Haderach candidates had been labeled unacceptable and then killed?

Moving with a lithe grace, Thallo bounded up to a mezzanine walkway above the containment chambers. Marie followed him, not showing her uneasiness, looking down at the caged clones that stared out at them, following Thallo's every movement. The Kwisatz Haderach candidate stood motionless in front of an intricate control panel, his gaze far away, as if the complexities had placed him in a trance.

Marie stood at his side, silent and intent. Thallo spoke to her in a low, wistful voice. "Throughout my life the Masters have slapped scanners on my brain, performed chemical tests, twisted my thoughts, recorded my movements and words. But I fixed it so they can do that no more. I fooled them." He looked down at her, his face a mask of pain. "I fooled you, too, Marie."

She said carefully, "I think you're playing another trick on me."

"The extreme knowledge and prescience is too much for me to endure. The impossible expectations placed upon me are more than overwhelming." His face was locked in a grimace, but she'd seen Thallo's swift mood swings before. His outstretched hands hovered over the controls, as if feeling the heat rising from the circuits themselves.

Marie tensed, ready to take necessary action.

"I am more than a clone, more than a ghola," he said, "and much more than a person. Dr. Ereboam fused specific molecular memories into me, from the cells of historical figures that he thinks will aid me in becoming their superpowerful puppet. I sense that I am Gilbertus Albans, who founded the Order of Mentats. I am Jool-Noret, the greatest Swordmaster in the history of Ginaz. I am Crown Prince Raphael Corrino, too - as well as thousands of others."

"I prefer Thallo Thallo for my playmate," Marie said, sounding intentionally immature. "Let's call Dr. Ereboam. He can make you feel better. Or let my mother try her Bene Gesserit techniques." for my playmate," Marie said, sounding intentionally immature. "Let's call Dr. Ereboam. He can make you feel better. Or let my mother try her Bene Gesserit techniques."

"I don't want want to feel better. I want to make a statement. How else to make the Tleilaxu see what they have created, their hubris in believing that such a flawed race could create perfection, and then control it?" to feel better. I want to make a statement. How else to make the Tleilaxu see what they have created, their hubris in believing that such a flawed race could create perfection, and then control it?"

She tried to distract him. "We can escape from here. We can get away from Thalidei, from this planet - see the whole galaxy, just the two of us."

"No matter where I go, I am still a prisoner in here." He tapped his forehead with a finger. "Escaping physically doesn't help the part that's inside me. Or what will be inside them." them." He pointed down to the confinement chambers. He pointed down to the confinement chambers.

Marie tried to lure him away from the controls. "I don't like this game."

"Game? Call it that if you wish. Now see how I win." When his fingers danced over the controls, the caged duplicate Thallos all screamed in eerie unison, a piercing noise that hurt Marie's ears. "The Tleilaxu are very efficient at killing. They conduct many experiments. Have you seen their catalog of poisons?" The high tone modulated, and blood began to stream from the eyes and nostrils of the numerous copies. Thallo showed no outward pleasure or distress from causing them so much agony. "The nerve agent should be fast acting. I have seen this happen before."

The duplicate Thallos twitched, clawed at the curved but impenetrable plaz walls of their chamber, and then slumped dead, folding their bodies into small volumes like poorly stored marionettes.

"Why did you have to kill them?" Marie was more curious than anguished.

Thallo's porcelain face was flushed with excitement. "I freed them. Now, I shall free myself - and you, too, Marie. I know the impossible expectations your parents have placed on you, too. You and I are the same."

"No!" She put a hand on his arm. "I don't want that."

But his fingers again became a blur over the controls, activating a deep subroutine, awakening a rumble and purr of machinery. The floor and walkway vibrated. "The Tleilaxu Kwisatz Haderach program can never be perfect."

"I'm not perfect either," Marie said, "but I can still do what I need to. My parents trained me. You are highly trained yourself. Think of what we could do together." She lowered her voice as she repeated, "Think of what we can do...."

"I have already done it - I powered up the biogenerators for all of the labs in Thalidei and the underground ducts, the atmosphere-distribution system that runs under the streets and buildings. A most effective nerve toxin, instantly fatal, prepared for a man named Thorvald to be used in his rebellion against Muad'Dib. Thorvald will never receive his poison, though. The entire shipment will be dispersed in a rush throughout the city. The Tleilaxu have good reason to be proud of their poisons - this one is so toxic that the merest whiff will fell the largest man." He smiled, touching the console in front of him and thrilling to the vibrations he felt. "The large containers are currently being pressurized for widespread release." Thallo patted her stiff shoulder. "It will erase everything, clean everything. Air currents might even carry the gas as far away as Bandalong before it loses its potency."

Marie looked at the controls herself. "Shut it down!" Struggling with what she knew, the girl altered her tone to place all the emphasis she could summon, attempting to use Voice. "Shut it down!" down!"

Thallo paused for a second, then looked at her, unaffected. He sighed tenderly as he continued to explain, like a teacher. "We still have a little time left together, but no one can stop what I intend to do. I have been working on this for months. Even before I met you."

Marie heard alarm sirens and horns sounding outside. She used her most sympathetic tone. "And what will happen to me? You don't want to hurt me, do you, Thallo? I'm your friend!"

"That is why I brought you in here with me. We have a pact, you and I. We can thwart the Masters and erase their Kwisatz Haderach program." He stroked her golden hair. "Never again will either of us be controlled by others."

"Who says I let myself be controlled?" Marie's voice was cold and calculating. "Don't you see? I manipulated them."

He didn't want to hear any more. He sounded far away. "The nerve agent is filling the sealed pipes throughout Thalidei."

Marie heard men pounding on the doors and shouting in strained voices over the intercom system. She also heard whirring, screeching sounds outside - drilling and cutting tools.

"They won't get to us in time." Thallo's face became beatific. "Finally I've found my inner peace, and my closest, dearest friend is with me."

Trust is a luxury I no longer have. I have experienced too much betrayal.

-from Conversations with Muad'Dib Conversations with Muad'Dib by the PRINCESS IRULAN by the PRINCESS IRULAN

In the immediate aftermath of the attack in the Celestial Audience Hall, Irulan longed for silence, but she heard only terrible screams and moans. Irulan realized she was turning slowly around, barely able to absorb everything with her eyes. It looked as if a Coriolis storm had pa.s.sed through the enormous vaulted chamber.

From a very young age, as an Imperial Princess, she had been prepared for sudden attacks; her father had thwarted frequent a.s.sa.s.sination attempts, and Count Hasimir Fenring had probably foiled many more that she had never learned about. With his Jihad, Paul-Muad'Dib attracted more violence than Shaddam IV ever had.

She watched Paul pick himself and Chani up after the explosion of the new throne. Bludd had saved them. His ceremonial uniform and his grayish skin were flecked with red spots and tiny slashes. Facing Chani, Paul held her shoulders and gave her a quick but thorough inspection. "Are you hurt? Are you poisoned?"

Chani hardened her gaze. "Only bruises and scratches, Usul." He touched her skin, as if by simply looking at the fresh wounds he could tell whether or not they were contaminated. She brushed him aside. "Not now. We have much to attend to here." "Alia!" Paul shouted, looking around. "Are you safe?"

The girl appeared, looking unruffled. "I got out of the way, but the Fedaykin protecting me didn't fare so well."

Bludd also got to his feet, brushing himself off and looking drained. The wiry Swordmaster's fine clothes had been shredded by flying debris, and his left arm showed a deep gash. He swayed on his feet, glanced over at Irulan. "At least... I saved the princess this time." He touched the bleeding cut, then dropped to his knees again. "But I'm afraid one of the hunter-seekers must have scratched me. I feel very... strange."

Paul shouted for a medic, and the nearest doctor hurried to him, climbing over bodies in order to do so. "This man's been poisoned - save him!"

"But, Sire, without knowing the poison, I cannot possibly derive an antidote!"

In a brisk voice, Paul listed the eleven poisons he had identified in the hunter-seekers, so the doctors knew where to begin in treating Bludd. His team hurried the limp Swordmaster to a triage area outside the chamber.

Once the cavernous hall had been evacuated, it became clear that more of the victims scattered on the floor had been trampled than killed by the hunter-seekers. With a glance, Irulan counted dozens of bodies, mainly concentrated near the stage.

Paul stood with narrowed eyes and a countenance that was terrible to behold. She had never seen him so murderously furious. He came to her. "Irulan, are you injured?"

She had already a.s.sessed herself with Bene Gesserit intensity, finding only small scratches and tiny cuts. "I was not the target. Your Swordmaster protected me."

Irulan's mind was already racing through the consequences. At this Great Surrender ceremony, all the powerful families had been gathered. How many heads of n.o.ble Houses had been killed here, merely as collateral damage? The shock waves this would send through the Landsraad! Even though Muad'Dib had not been killed, the a.s.sa.s.sin had struck a severe blow by proving that the Emperor's much vaunted security was inadequate. Had that been the real message here? So much for Muad'Dib's vow to impose peace and calm upon the galaxy. He couldn't even protect his immediate surroundings.

As she scanned the bodies strewn in front of the stage, Irulan saw bent arms and legs, gruesome, twisted forms, a flash of fine blue fabric. Rugi! Her heart froze. She scrambled down from the dais, picked her way through the dead, and rushed to where her little sister had been seated. The young woman had been so proud of her prominent position close to the Emperor's throne, formally representing Salusa Secundus.

"Rugi!" In the background noise, Irulan strained to hear a response, even a moan of pain. The silence now was more horrific than the screams had been.

Determined, unwilling to admit to herself what she knew knew she would find, Irulan began searching for the young girl, the smallest of her four sisters. She had never really been close to Rugi - the thirteen-year disparity in their ages had been too great. By the time Rugi was born, Irulan had already finished much of her basic instruction and managed to embroil herself in court politics on Kaitain. She had watched her father's manipulations, his games of alliances, the a.s.sa.s.sination attempts, and his palpable scorn for his "useless" daughters. And since Rugi was the youngest, Shaddam had made no secret that he considered her to be the most useless of all. she would find, Irulan began searching for the young girl, the smallest of her four sisters. She had never really been close to Rugi - the thirteen-year disparity in their ages had been too great. By the time Rugi was born, Irulan had already finished much of her basic instruction and managed to embroil herself in court politics on Kaitain. She had watched her father's manipulations, his games of alliances, the a.s.sa.s.sination attempts, and his palpable scorn for his "useless" daughters. And since Rugi was the youngest, Shaddam had made no secret that he considered her to be the most useless of all.

Irulan called her name again. Continuing her search, she stumbled on a slack-jawed, gla.s.sy-eyed man - a dead n.o.bleman with bright handkerchiefs stuffed into his pockets like some kind of rank insignia. She rolled him away, angry at the corpse, as if it had intentionally tried to hinder her.

Beneath him lay Rugi's thin-limbed and childlike body. Irulan grabbed her sister by the shoulders, pulled her up, and touched her neck, desperately feeling for a pulse. "Oh, Rugi! Dear Rugi!"

She shook the girl. A dribble of blood trailed from Rugi's lifeless mouth, and her heart did not beat. Her eyes were half open but did not blink. Moaning, Irulan cradled her sister's body, letting the girl's head roll limply against her. Rugi had never understood what a p.a.w.n she'd been.

Paul walked to the main aisle, flanked by a dozen surviving Fedaykin, including Korba. The investigation had already begun, and Korba's men were combing through the bodies, searching for survivors and a perpetrator. Inspectors used tweezers to pick up evidence from the shattered remains of the elaccawood throne and from the smashed hunter-seekers.

"Find out who did this!" Paul's voice cut the air like an arctic wind.

"I don't care how long it takes or how many people you must interrogate, but bring me answers. Learn who was responsible... and I will deal with them."

"Muad'Dib, we can be sure it has something to do with Memnon Thorvald." suggested Korba.

But Paul was not convinced. "We can be sure of nothing."

Filled with grief, Irulan looked up at him, feeling her own accusation rippling from her in waves. "You gave my sister a promise of safety! You swore to protect her, granted her Imperial security." She cradled the young woman's body, as if to prove his lies. She had blocked away any expression of feelings toward Paul for the past several years, but she did not want to control the flood of emotions she felt now.

Paul had no answer for her. So many people hated the Emperor Muad'Dib.

Each morning when I open my eyes, my first thoughts are of violence.

-Tleilaxu lab recording of the Kwisatz Haderach candidate

Count Fenring had never seen the Tleilaxu men so frantic in all the years he had lived among them. Eerie alarm horns hooted through the city and echoed across the turgid lake water. Lady Margot looked at him, and he mirrored her sudden concern. "Marie - we must find Marie!"

Moments later, a uniformed security officer pounded on the sealed door of their quarters and demanded that they go with him to Ereboam's main laboratory complex. Without explanation, he rushed them into the backseat of a groundcar. Fenring could detect the man's urgency, but knew this mid-caste underling would have no answers for him.

The vehicle raced through the narrow streets of the city, and Fenring feared the emergency had something to do with their little daughter. From all directions, alarms sounded, and multicolored emergency lights flashed on buildings. He suspected that either Marie had caused the crisis, or Thallo had.

A harried Ereboam met them at the entrance to the central lab. "Your child and Thallo have barricaded themselves inside one of the chambers!" With his snow-white hair in disarray, the albino researcher looked even paler than ever. His spoiled-milk skin showed splotches of angry pink, and he shouted to be heard over the alarms and clamor. "They disabled the security systems, and have accessed and completely drained our stockpile of a new nerve poison, enough to kill every living creature in Thalidei. They will wipe out our programs, our research - our very lives! Why would your daughter do this? What plot have you Fenrings hatched?"

Lady Margot shouted back as they followed him into the building at a run. "Marie knows nothing of your security systems or machinery. Your Thallo is the mastermind here." Ereboam did not seem to want to believe it.

They reached the chamber door, where sluggish lower-caste Tleilaxu workers operated drilling equipment. Nearby, another group unleashed controlled, silent explosives in an attempt to knock down the wall itself, but their own security systems thwarted them. So far, Fenring saw only a small dent in the outer hatch. More equipment was on the way, but he doubted there would be enough time.

"Talk to your daughter through the intercom. Tell her to stop this!" Ereboam activated the communication system. "Find out what she has done to corrupt our Kwisatz Haderach candidate."

"Ahh, I believe your Thallo was thoroughly unstable without any help from Marie."