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〃Why not？〃 Jessica asked。
She smiled down at the troubadour to signal goodwill。 He had e into this hall only because it offered him opportunity for another adventure； another passage through his universe。 Jessica found herself tempted to bind him to her own entourage； but Alia's reaction boded evil for brave Mohandis。 There were also those signs which said this was the course expected of the Lady Jessica take a brave and handsome troubadour into her service as she'd taken brave Gurney Halleck。 Best Mohandis were sent on his way； though it rankled to lose such a fine specimen to Farad'n。
〃He shall go to Farad'n；〃 Jessica said。 〃See that he gets his passage money。 Let his tongue draw the blood of House Corrino and see how he survives it。〃
Alia glowered at the floor； then produced a belated smile。 〃The wisdom of the Lady Jessica prevails；〃 she said； waving Mohandis away。
That did not go the way she wanted； Jessica thought； but there were indicators in Alia's manner that a more potent test remained。
Another supplicant was being brought forward。
Jessica； noting her daughter's reaction； felt the gnawing of doubts。 The lesson learned from the twins was needed here。 Let Alia be Abomination； still she was one of the preborn。 She could know her mother as she knew herself。 It did not pute that Alia would misjudge her mother's reactions in the matter of the troubadour。 Why did Alia stage that confrontation？ To distract me？
There was no more time to reflect。 The second supplicant had taken his place below the twin thrones； his Advocate at his side。
The supplicant was a Fremen this time； an old man with the sand marks of the desert…born on his face。 He was not tall； but had a wiry body and the long dishdasha usually worn over a stillsuit gave him a stately appearance。 The robe was in keeping with his narrow face and beaked nose； the glaring eyes of blue…on…blue。 He wore no stillsuit and seemed unfortable without it。 The gigantic space of the Audience Hall must seem to him like the dangerous open air which robbed his flesh of its priceless moisture。 Under the hood； which had been thrown partly back； he wore the knotted keffiya headdress of a Naib。
〃I am Ghadhean al…Fali；〃 he said； placing one foot on the steps to the thrones to signify his status above that of the mob。 〃I was one of Muad'Dib's death mandos and I am here concerning a matter of the desert。〃
Alia stiffened only slightly； a small betrayal。 Al…Fali's name had been on that demand to place Jessica on the Council。
A matter of the desert！ Jessica thought。
Ghadhean al…Fali had spoken before his Advocate could open the pleading。 With that formal Fremen phrase he had placed them on notice that he brought them something of concern to all of Dune and that he spoke with the authority of a Fedaykin who had offered his life beside that of Paul Muad'Dib。 Jessica doubted that this was what Ghadhean al…Fali had told Javid or the Advocate General in seeking audience here。 Her guess was confirmed as an official of the Priesthood rushed forward from the rear of the chamber waving the black cloth of intercession。
〃My Ladies！〃 the official called out。 〃Do not listen to this man！ He es under false 〃
Jessica； watching the Priest run toward them； caught a movement out of the corners of her eyes； saw Alia's hand signaling in the old Atreides battle language： 〃Now！〃 Jessica could not determine where the signal was directed； but acted instinctively with a lurch to the left； taking throne and all。 She rolled away from the crashing throne as she fell； came to her feet as she heard the sharp spat of a maula pistol。。。and again。 But she was moving with the first sound； felt something tug at her right sleeve。 She dove into the throng of supplicants and courtiers gathered below the dais。 Alia； she noted； had not moved。
Surrounded by people； Jessica stopped。
Ghadhean al…Fali； she saw； had dodged to the other side of the dais； but the Advocate remained in his original position。
It had all happened with the rapidity of an ambush； but everyone in the Hall knew where trained reflexes should have taken anyone caught by surprise。 Alia and the Advocate stood frozen in their exposure。
A disturbance toward the middle of the room caught Jessica's attention and she forced a way through the throng； saw four supplicants holding the Priest official。 His black cloth of intercession lay near his feet； a maula pistol exposed in its folds。
Al…Fali thrust his way past Jessica； looked from the pistol to the Priest。 The Fremen let out a cry of rage； came up from his belt with an achag blow； the fingers of his left hand rigid。 They caught the Priest in the throat and he collapsed； strangling。 Without a backward glance at the man he had killed； the old Naib turned an angry face toward the dais。
〃Dalal…il 'an…nubuwwa！〃 al…Fali called； placing both palms against his forehead； then lowering them。 〃The Qadis as…Salaf will not let me be silenced！ If I do not slay those who interfere； others will slay them！〃
He thinks he was the target； Jessica realized。 She looked down at her sleeve； put a finger in the neat hole left by the maula pellet。 Poisoned； no doubt。
The supplicants had dropped the Priest。 He lay writhing on the floor； dying with his larynx crushed。 Jessica motioned to a pair of shocked courtiers standing at her left； said： 〃I want that man saved for questioning。 If he dies； you die！〃 As they hesitated； peering toward the dais； she used Voice on them： 〃Move！〃
The pair moved。
Jessica thrust herself to al…Fali's side； nudged him： 〃You are a fool； Naib！ They were after me； not you。〃
Several people around them heard her。 In the immediate shocked silence； al…Fali glanced at the dais with its one toppled throne and Alia still seated on the other。 The look of realization which came over his face could've been read by a novice。
〃Fedaykin；〃 Jessica said； reminding him of his old service to her family； 〃we who have been scorched know how to stand back to back。〃
〃Trust me； My Lady；〃 he said； taking her meaning immediately。
A gasp behind Jessica brought her whirling； and she felt al…Fali move to stand with his back to her。 A woman in the gaudy garb of a city Fremen was straightening from beside the Priest on the floor。 The two courtiers were nowhere to be seen。 The woman did not even glance at Jessica； but lifted her voice in the ancient keening of her people the call for those who serviced the deathstills； the call for them to e and gather a body's water into the tribal cistern。 It was a curiously incongruous noise ing from one dressed as this woman was。 Jessica felt the persistence of the old ways even as she saw the falseness in this city woman。 The creature in the gaudy dress obviously had killed the Priest to make sure he was silenced。
Why did she bother？ Jessica wondered。 She had only to wait for the man to die of asphyxiation。 The act was a desperate one； a sign of deep fear。
Alia sat forward on the edge of her throne； her eyes aglitter with watchfulness。 A slender woman wearing the braid knots of Alia's own guards strode past Jessica； bent over the Priest； straightened； and looked back at the dais。 〃He is dead。〃
〃Have him removed；〃 Alia call