Sisterhood of Dune (19 page)

“It’s a tremendous honor that the Emperor has entrusted her to us. With so many new schools springing up around the Imperium, he had other options.”

Dorotea led the visitors deeper into the sprawling palace. “My Sisters and I have proved our worth and set a good example. Given Anna’s predilection for immature choices, the Emperor wants to have Anna trained along the same lines as we were.” She looked directly at Valya, assessing. “I’ve read the reports. You are the one who took over my duties assisting Sister Karee Marques in the pharmaceutical research?”

“Yes. We still have much work to do.” She bowed, but could hardly contain her excitement. “Right now, though, I am grateful for this opportunity to see the Imperial capital.”

Dorotea gave her a faint smile. “Then we have much in common.”

Raquella interrupted. “I have confidence in Sister Valya. She has proven herself in many ways. For now, I have added befriending Anna Corrino to her list of duties.”

Valya’s eyes were bright with excitement at being on Salusa Secundus, giving Raquella pause about the young woman’s priorities. She did not find Valya’s humble tone convincing as she said, “I’ll try to make her feel welcome during her difficult transition to the Sisterhood.”

“You two are the same age, so she may warm to you.” Dorotea seemed skeptical, too, perhaps because she viewed Valya as a personal rival. “However, the Emperor asked me to accompany his sister, so that she might have a familiar face on a strange world. My work on Salusa Secundus is concluded by Imperial command, so I’ll be returning to Rossak myself.”

Though she would have preferred to leave Dorotea where she was, Raquella could not countermand Emperor Salvador’s wishes. “Very well, you can return to your work with Sister Karee, and I will reassign Sister Valya. I’ll be sad to lose you as our representative at the Imperial Court, but we still have four Sisters here.” Inside Raquella, voices whispered with excitement, pointing out that few other Sisters were as advanced in their training as Dorotea, or as ready to attempt the transformation. Maybe she would be next.…
My own granddaughter!
But all Sisters must be equal, and family ties hidden.

Shortly after giving birth to Dorotea, Raquella’s daughter Arlett had refused to be separated from her baby, insisting that she would take the child, leave the Sisterhood, and find the father. Seeing such weakness in her own daughter, Raquella had reached an important decision, encouraged by all those other insistent and objective voices from history.

The Reverend Mother had gone into the crèche chamber where the newborns rested in their cribs. Without hesitation, Raquella removed all the labels from the babies, then moved the children around, and dispatched every mother elsewhere, including Arlett, with instructions to spread the word about the Rossak School across the Imperium.

From that day on, Raquella maintained the policy that baby daughters born to loyal Sisters and raised on Rossak would have no knowledge of their parentage. Each child would start out with a clean slate and no preferential treatment.

When Dorotea was old enough, Raquella had sent her as a missionary to Lampadas so she could work quietly among the Butlerians, to observe and analyze them. The Reverend Mother intended it to be a unique training experience, immersion in an extremist organization to show her granddaughter how people could be driven to illogical lengths by a perceived cause. From that stepping stone, Dorotea had gone to Salusa Secundus and worked her way into the Imperial Court. Now, after years of successful assignments, she would be coming home. Raquella couldn’t admit it aloud, but she would be glad to have Dorotea back.

Valya spoke quickly, “Reverend Mother, if Sister Dorotea is leaving the Imperial Court, might I be allowed to remain on Salusa? I would like the opportunity—”

“No.” Raquella didn’t have to ponder her decision. Not only did she need Valya’s help with the breeding-record computers, but she was also well aware of the young woman’s ambitions to restore her family’s name. “If you are ever assigned to Salusa, it will be to fulfill
our
goals, not your own. Do not forget, you are in the order now, with responsibilities to the rest of us. The Sisterhood is your only family now.”

Valya bowed in contrition. “Yes, Reverend Mother. The Sisterhood is a family unlike any other. Perhaps a missionary assignment someday then, if you find me worthy? I appreciate the promotion you gave me, but I would prefer not to stay on Rossak for the rest of my life.”

“Patience is a human virtue, Sister.”

Dorotea gestured for them to follow her. “Come, I’ll arrange for you to meet Anna Corrino.”

The five other Sisters who served at court exchanged brief farewells, then went back to their business in the Palace. With whispering footsteps, Dorotea guided the Reverend Mother and her entourage through a labyrinth of vaulted halls and into a less crowded wing with numerous offices, meeting rooms, and library chambers.

Dorotea paused outside the door to a large room, then escorted the four Sisters inside to a small reception chamber, where the petite Anna Corrino waited for them wearing a petulant scowl on her face. A stern-looking female palace guard stood at the doorway just inside the room, to prevent her from leaving. Though Raquella had never met the Emperor’s sister before, her Corrino features were instantly recognizable.

Anna sounded aloof, putting obvious contempt into her voice. “When you didn’t arrive last night, I was hoping my brother had changed his mind, but you’re here anyway.”

But Raquella also detected anxiety in her tone. Trying to be sympathetic, she said, “We didn’t mean to cause you any undue stress. The spacefolder was delayed.” She took one of the girl’s hands in her own. “It may take some adjustment from your life here in the Imperial Palace, but you’ll like the Sisterhood.”

“I doubt that,” she said.

Valya came forward smiling, her demeanor much different than it had been a few moments ago. “I don’t doubt it. I’ll be your friend, Anna.
Sister
Anna. We’ll become great friends.”

Seeing someone her own age, the other girl brightened and her emotions shifted slightly. “Maybe it’s for the best. Without Hirondo, I don’t want to be around this place anymore.”

Looking backward may seem a simpler exercise than looking forward, but it can be more painful.

—
ORENNA CORRINO
, the Virgin Empress, private diary

Two days,
Princess Anna thought. Only two days until she would have to join the Sisterhood escorts and go to Rossak … exiled because she had dared to love the wrong man, because she made her own decisions, because she refused to follow the rules her brothers imposed. In a sense, it seemed romantic, a demonstration that she had stuck to her principles and followed her heart … and now she was being sent to an all-women’s school. It was so unfair!

The clock was ticking down. She had imagined running off with Hirondo, but even he had balked at the risk. Now she knew she would never see her lover again. Despite Roderick’s assurances, Anna wasn’t even convinced he was still alive. Maybe she could run away by herself.…

Her heart beat rapidly, and she had trouble catching her breath. How could she not be upset over being taken away from the only home she had ever known? Salvador treated her like a spoiled child. Why should he make all the decisions for her?

And though the Sisters had come here, clumsily trying to make her feel comfortable about her new situation, the insular women seemed strange and ethereal. Even at court, she had never liked the lanky Sister Dorotea who always watched and whispered advice to her brothers. Now she was going to be immersed in a whole school of women like that. Anna had no desire to join them, or to be like them—but she had no choice. The heartless Emperor had commanded it.

Guards would prevent her from leaving the extensive palace grounds; nevertheless, Anna hurried outside, feeling a desperate need to hide somewhere, to escape … if only for a little while. She took a flagstone path through the ornamental gardens surrounding the Imperial Palace and crossed over a walking bridge that traversed a flowing brook. Glancing back to be sure no one followed, although hidden monitors no doubt tracked her every move, the young woman quickened her pace and took a side path through a grove of Salusan elms. She sought only a few last minutes of freedom before she was formally taken into custody and carted off to another planet. Anna already felt like a prisoner.

Ahead, she spotted one of the larger cottages on the grounds, now boarded up and long abandoned. The structure straddled the brook, so that the water gurgled underneath and turned a tall waterwheel. A chill ran down her spine. She rarely visited this portion of the gardens, given the bad memories associated with that cottage … the place where so long ago she had witnessed the terrible crime against her stepmother, Orenna—a crime that had deeply traumatized her and triggered a cascade of bloody events she could never forget.

Anna had only been a little girl then. In the years since, she had forced herself to return here a few times, approaching the isolated house, trying to get closer each time so she could face her fear. Though panic always swirled around her head like startled blackbirds, she tried to convince herself that setting foot inside would somehow erase the nightmares. But Anna never managed to summon the necessary courage. Now she would never have the chance. The scars would remain.…

Leaving the manicured trail, Anna made her way toward a maze of fogwood shrubs where she used to play as a child. The unique Ecazi plants were blue-green now, based on a choice Anna had made years ago, using the power of her mind. And, though she had not done so in a while, she could change the colors of the leaves whenever she wished—and otherwise modify the sensitive plants—when she walked by.

Many fogwood species were responsive to human thoughts and moods, but Anna had a particular affinity for this variety, more so than most of the growers. The palace gardeners considered the ornamental shrubs to be defective, because their thoughts could not penetrate them. As a consequence, she had spent much time here as a little girl, surrounded by the dense knot of plants, sensitizing them to her mind; it was her little secret.

Anna had discovered her affinity for these particular plants even before she’d witnessed Toure Bomoko’s brutal attack on her stepmother. The dense fogwood grove was her secret place, a child’s hideout where no one else was permitted to go. Now, the stiff branches brushed against her as she pressed through; they parted just enough to let her pass, then closed behind her.

Inside, she took a deep, calming breath and sat upon a small bench of bent branches that she had fashioned with her thoughts; above her, the woven branches let in filtered sunlight. In other nooks and baskets mentally shaped out of living twigs, she kept a stash of tins of food, water, games, and old-style books. She could hide here for days and emerge when it was safe.

Most of the time, no one even noticed that she had disappeared, but with the Rossak shuttle due to depart soon, someone would try to hunt her down. She wondered how long it would be before guards raised the alarm. If she could hide long enough, maybe Salvador would think she had already fled to some distant star system. When she finally emerged, perhaps her brother would be so relieved to see her safe that he would decide to let her stay after all.

Half an hour later she heard voices outside her hideout, palace guards calling her name. She ignored them and settled into reading a historical book, an analysis of the events surrounding the rape of the Virgin Empress and the bloody retribution Emperor Jules had commanded against Toure Bomoko and the CET delegates to whom he had granted sanctuary inside the palace grounds.

Anna had been not quite five years old then, so she hadn’t understood any of the politics—she still didn’t understand them completely, in fact—but the images had been burned into her brain. Emperor Jules had made his young daughter watch the executions, too, somehow believing that the horrific sight would make her feel better. Her mind had been frayed ever since.

As a mark of courage, Anna tried again to learn the complicated background, to understand the decisions and justifications. If the Sisters were going to drag her to Rossak and brainwash her with their mysterious training, this might be her last chance to set her thoughts right.

She used a mental command that made one of the twig-walled cupboards open for her, and she retrieved a tin of melange chocolate biscuits. Nibbling on a biscuit, she continued to read the dense book.

The violent response following the release of the
Orange Catholic Bible
had taken Emperor Jules by surprise. Three years into the riots, after several delegates had already been murdered, the hounded CET chairman, Toure Bomoko, rushed to Salusa Secundus with his party of refugees and begged the Emperor for sanctuary and protection.

Jules’s advisers warned against siding with the delegates, pointing out that eighty million people had already been killed in the unrest against the Commission. Hearing that, the aloof Emperor shrugged and famously said, “You exaggerate the danger—that’s only six thousand per planet. I lose more than that to tainted sausages!”

So, by the Emperor’s command, thirty-five delegates were given sanctuary on Salusa, along with Chairman Bomoko. Jules still didn’t understand what people were so upset about, and he assured Bomoko that he would try to calm the masses. However, when the Emperor attempted to address a bloodthirsty mob in Zimia, the appearance did not go well, and, for his own safety, he was forced to retreat with his guards. Tensions remained high for more than a month.

At the time, her brother Salvador had been thirty-one and Roderick twenty-nine, while Anna was just a child, pampered and sheltered from all the unrest. One day, while playing on the grounds, she had wandered into the waterwheel cottage, looking for her stepmother. She came upon Orenna in one of the chambers, her clothes torn off, and Chairman Bomoko—also naked—attacking her.

Anna had been much too young to understand, but she screamed. Shocked and terrified, she kept screaming. She remembered Orenna screaming as well, then many other chaotic shouts. The guards raced in—Anna recalled only a blur of images now, and she tried to drive them away as she focused on the words in the historical account, such cool and crisp letters to describe a horrible event. One entire chapter was called “The Rape of the Virgin Empress.”