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nstructional enclave； belied the subtle plexities and sheer weight of history taught inside。 Haughty visitors would not be impressed； and the Sisterhood did not care a whit。
Throughout the Imperium the Bene Gesserit kept a low profile； but they were always to be found in vital areas； tilting the political equilibrium at crux points； watching； nudging； achieving their own aims。 It was best when others underestimated them； the Sisters encountered fewer obstacles that way。
With all of its superficial deficiencies and difficulties； Wallach IX remained the perfect place to develop the psychic muscles required of Reverend Mothers。 The planet's intricate hive of structures and workers was too valuable； too steeped in history and tradition to be replaced。 Yes； there were warmer climates on more hospitable worlds； but any acolyte who could not endure these conditions had no place among the agonies； harsh environments； and often painful decisions a true Bene Gesserit would face。
Keeping her quick breaths under control； Reverend Mother Anirul mounted the rain…slick steps of the administration building； then paused to look back across the plaza。 She stood straight； tall； but she felt the weight of history and memory bearing down on her and for a Bene Gesserit； there was little difference between the two。 The voices of past generations echoed in Other Memory； a cacophony of wisdom and experience and opinions available to all Reverend Mothers； and particularly acute in Anirul。
On this spot the first Mother Superior； Raquella Berto…Anirul after whom Anirul herself had taken her name had delivered her legendary orations to the embryonic Sisterhood。 Raquella had forged a new school from a group of desperate and pliable acolytes still stinging from centuries under the yoke of thinking machines。
Did you realize what you were beginning； so long ago？ Anirul asked herself。 How many plots； how many plans。。。so much you pinned upon a single； secret hope。 Sometimes； the buried presence of Mother Superior Raquella actually answered her from within。 But not today。
From her access to the multitude of memory…lives buried in her psyche； Anirul knew the precise stairstep on which her illustrious ancestor had stood； and could hear the exact； long…ago words。 A chill coursed her spine； making her pause。 Though still young in years and smooth…skinned； she contained an Oldness within her； as did all living Reverend Mothers but in her； the voices spoke louder。 It was reassuring to have the forting crowd of memories there to provide advice in times of need。 It prevented foolish mistakes。
But Anirul would be accused of distraction and foolish delay if she did not get to the meeting。 Some said she was far too young to be the Kwisatz Mother； but Other Memory had revealed more to her than to any other Sister。 She prehended the precious； millennia…old genetic quest for the Kwisatz Haderach better than the other Reverend Mothers because the past lives had revealed everything to her； while keeping the details hidden from most Bene Gesserit。
The idea of a Kwisatz Haderach had been the Sisterhood's dream for thousands upon thousands of years； conceived in dark underground meetings even before the victory of the Jihad。 The Bene Gesserit had many breeding programs aimed at selecting and enhancing various characteristics of humanity； and no one understood them all。 The genetic lines of the messiah project had been the most carefully guarded secret for much of the Imperium's recorded history； so secret in fact that even the voices in Other Memory refused to divulge the details。
But to Anirul they had told the whole scheme； and she grasped the full implications。 Somehow she had been chosen as this generation's Kwisatz Mother； the guardian of the Bene Gesserit's most important goal。
The notoriety and the power； however； did not excuse her for being late to the council meetings。 Many still saw her as young and impetuous。
Swinging open a heavy door covered with hieroglyphics in a language only Reverend Mothers remembered； she passed through into a foyer where ten other Sisters； all dressed in hooded black aba robes like her own； stood in a cluster。 A low murmur of conversation filled the air inside the nondescript building。 Treasures can be hidden within a drab and unpretentious shell； said one popular Bene Gesserit dictum。
The other Sisters moved aside for Anirul as she glided through their midst like a swimmer parting water。 Though her body was tall and large…boned； Anirul succeeded in projecting a grace in her movements。。。but it did not e easily to her。 Whispering； they fell in behind her as she entered the octagonal chapter chamber； the meeting place of the ancient order's leadership。 Her footsteps creaked across the worn planks of the floor； and the door groaned shut； locking behind them。
White Elacca…wood benches rimmed the timeworn room； Mother Superior Harishka sat on one； like a mon acolyte。 Of mixed parentage； showing bloodlines from distinctive branches of humanity； the Mother Superior was old and bent； with dark almond eyes peering out from beneath her black hood。
The Sisters moved to the sides of the chamber and seated themselves on empty white benches； as Mother Superior had。 Presently the rustling of robes ceased； and no one spoke。 From somewhere； the old building creaked。 Outside； drizzle fell in silent curtains； muffling the struggling blue…white sunlight。
〃Anirul； I await your report；〃 Mother Superior finally said with just a glimmer of annoyance at her tardiness。 Harishka manded the entire Sisterhood； but Anirul was vested with full authority to make mand decisions on the project。 〃You have promised us your genetic summary and projections。〃
Anirul took her position in the center of the chamber。 Overhead； a vaulted ceiling spread like a flower to the tops of Gothic stained…glasplaz windows； within each window section； panes contained the family crests of great historical leaders of the order。
Fighting back nervousness； Anirul took a deep breath and suppressed the multitude of voices within her。 Many of the Bene Gesserit Order would not like what she had to say。 Though the voices of past lives might offer her fort and support； she was about to give her own assessment； and had to stand by it。 She also had to be pletely honest； Mother Superior was adept at sensing the slightest deceit。 Mother Superior noticed everything； and now her almond eyes flashed with expectation； as well as impatience。
Anirul cleared her throat and covered her mouth as she began her report in a directed…whisper that carried to the ears of everyone in the sealed room； but nowhere else。 Nothing escaped into the ambient air for any concealed listening device。 They all knew of her work； but she gave them the details anyway； adding to the import of her announcement。
〃Thousands of years of careful breeding have brought us closer than ever before to our goal。 For ninety generations； a plan begun even before the Butlerian warriors led us to freedom from the thinking machines； we of the Sisterhood have planned to create our own weapon。 Our own superbeing who will bridge space and time with his mind。〃
Her words droned on。 The other Bene Gesserit did not stir； though they appeared bored with her standard summary of the project。 Very well； I will give them something to awaken their hopes。
〃With the dance of DNA； I have determined we are； at most； only three generations removed from success。〃 Her pulse accelerated。 〃Soon； we will have our Kwisatz Haderach。〃
〃Take care when you speak of this secret of all secrets；〃 Mother Superior warned； but her delight could not be covered by her sternness。
〃I take care with every aspect of our program； Mother Superior；〃 Anirul countered； in too haughty a tone。 She caught herself； kept her narrow face expressionless； but others had already seen the slip。 There would be more murmurings about her brashness； her youth and unsuitability for such an important role。 〃That is why I am so certain of what we must do。 The gene samples have been analyzed； all possibilities projected。 The path is plainer now than ever before。〃
So many Sisters before her had worked toward this incredible goal； and now it was her duty to administer the final breeding decisions and supervise the birth and upbringing of a new girl…child； who would in all probability be the grandmother of the Kwisatz Haderach himself。
〃I have the names of the final genetic pairings；〃 Anirul announced。 〃Our mating index indicates that these will produce the highest likelihood of success。〃 She paused； savoring the absolute attention the others paid to her。
To any outsider； Anirul appeared to be no more than another Reverend Mother； indistinguishable from the rest of her Sisters and not terribly talented or gifted in any way。 The Bene Gesserit were good at keeping secrets； and the Kwisatz Mother was one of the greatest of these。
〃We need a particular bloodline from an ancient House。 This will produce a daughter our equivalent to the mother of the Virgin Mary who must then take the mate we choose。 These two will be the grandparents； and their offspring； also a daughter； will be trained here on Wallach IX。 This Bene Gesserit woman will bee the mother of our Kwisatz Haderach； a boy…child to be raised by us； under our plete control。〃 Anirul let out her last words with a slow sigh； and considered the immensity of what she had said。
Only a few decades more； and the astounding birth would occur potentially within Anirul's lifetime。 Thinking back through the tunnels of Other Memory； grasping the canvas of time that had spread out in preparation for this event； Anirul realized how lucky she was to be alive now； in this period of time。 Her predecessors stood in a spectral line inside her mind； eagerly watching and waiting。
When the unparalleled breeding program finally came to fruition； the Bene Gesserit would no longer need to remain a subtle； manipulative presence in the politics of the Imperium。 Everything would belong to them； and the archaic galactic feudal system would fall。
Though no one spoke； Anirul detected concern in the hawkish eyes of her Sisters； bordering on a doubt that none of them dared express。 〃And what is this bloodline？〃 Mother Superior asked。
Anirul did not hesitate； drew herself taller。 〃We must have a daughter by。。。the Baron Vladimir Harkonnen。〃
She read the surprise on their faces。 Harkonnens？ They had been part of the overall breeding programs； of course all Landsraad Houses were but no one would have imagined the Bene Gesserit savior springing from the seed of such a man。 What did such a lineage bode for the Kwisatz Haderach？ Given a Harkonnen…bred superman； could the Bene Gesserit hope to control him？
All of these questions…and many more…passed between the Sisters； without the utterance of a sound or even a directed…whisper。 Anirul saw it plainly。
〃As all of you know；〃 she said at last； 〃the Baron Harkonnen is a dangerously cunning and manipulative man。 Though we can be certain he is generally aware of the numerous Bene Gesserit breeding programs； our plan cannot be revealed。 Still； we must find a way for him to impregnate a chosen Sister without telling him why。〃
Mother Superior pursed her wrinkled lips。 〃The Baron's sexual appetites run exclusively to men and boys。 He will have no interest in accepting a female lover especially not one thrust upon him by us。〃
Anirul nodded soberly。 〃Our seductive abilities will be taxed as never before。〃 She gave a challenging look to the powerful Reverend Mothers in attendance。 〃But I have no doubt that with all the resources of the Bene Gesserit； we will find a way to coerce him。
In response to the strict Butlerian taboo against machines that perform mental functions； a number of schools developed enhanced human beings to subsume most of the functions formerly performed by puters。 Some of the key schools arising out of the Jihad include the Bene Gesserit； with their intense mental and physical training； the Spacing Guild； with the prescient ability to find a safe path through foldspace； and the Mentats； whose puterlike minds are capable of extraordinary acts of reasoning。
…Ikbhan's Treatise on the Mind； Volume I
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