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Authors: Frank Herbert

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The more control, the more that requires control. This is the road to chaos.
 
—PanSpechi aphorism
B
y the fourth morning of the battle for Chu, Tria was in a vile humor. Her forces had established lines holding about one-eighth of the total Warren territory, mostly low buildings, except along Broey's corridor to the Rim. She did not like the idea that Jedrik's people held an unobstructed view down onto most of the death fanatics' territory. And most of those leaders who'd thrown in their lot with Tria were beginning to have second thoughts, especially since they'd come to realize that this enclave had insufficient food production facilities to maintain itself. The population density she'd been forced to accept was frightening: almost triple the Warren norm.
Thus far, neither Broey nor Jedrik had moved in force against her. Tria had finally been brought to the inescapable conclusion that she and Gar were precisely where Jedrik wanted them. They'd been cut out of Broey's control as neatly and cleanly as though by a knife. There was no going back. Broey would never accept Human help under present circumstances. That, too, spoke of the exquisite care with which Jedrik had executed her plan.
Tria had moved her command post during the night to a high building which faced the canyon walls to the north. Only the river, with a single gate under it, separated her from the Rim. She'd slept badly, her mind full of worries. Chief among her worries was the fact that none of the contact parties she'd
sent out to the Rim had returned. There'd been no fires on the Rim ledges during the night. No word from
any
of her people out there.
Why?
Once more, she contemplated her position, seeking some advantage, any advantage. One of her lines was anchored on Broey's corridor to the Rim, one line on the river wall with its single gate, and the rest of her perimeter meandered through a series of dangerous salients from the fifth wall to the river.
She could hear sounds of battle along the far side of Broey's corridor. Jedrik's people used weapons which made a great deal of noise. Occasionally, an explosive projectile landed in Tria's enclave. These were rare, but she'd taken casualties and the effect on morale was destructive. That was a major problem with fanatics: they demanded to be used, to be wasted.
Tria stared down at the river, aware of the bodies drifting on its poison currents—both Human and Gowachin bodies, but more Gowachin than Human. Presently, she turned away from the scene, padded into the next room, and roused Gar.
“We must contact Jedrik,” she said.
He rubbed sleep from his eyes.
“No! We must wait until we make contact with our people on the Rim. Then we can …”
“Faaaaa!”
She'd seldom showed that much disgust with him.
“We're not going to make contact with our people on the Rim. Jedrik and Broey have seen to that. It wouldn't surprise me if they were cooperating to isolate us.”
“But we've …”
“Shut up, Father!” She held up her hands, stared at them. “I was never really good enough to be one of Broey's chief advisors. I always suspected that. I always pressed too hard. Last night, I reviewed as many of my decisions as I could. Jedrik deliberately made me look good. She did it oh so beautifully!”
“But our forces on the Rim …”
“May not be ours! They may be Jedrik's.”
“Even the Gowachin?”
“Even the Gowachin.”
Gar could hear a ringing in his ears. Contact Jedrik? Throw away all of their power?
“I'm good enough to recognize the weakness of a force such as ours,” Tria said. “We can be goaded into spending ourselves uselessly. Even Broey didn't see that, but Jedrik obviously did. Look at the salients along her perimeter!”
“What have salients …”
“They can be pinched off and obliterated! Even
you
must see that.”
“Then pull back and …”
“Reduce our territory?” She stared at him, aghast. “If I even intimate I'm going to do that, our auxiliaries will desert wholesale. Right now they're …”
“Then attack!”
“To gain what?”
Gar nodded. Jedrik would fall back across mined areas, blast the fanatics out of existence. She held enough territory that she could afford such destruction. Clearly, she'd planned on it.
“Then we must pinch off Broey's corridor.”
“That's what Jedrik wants us to do. It's the only negotiable counter we have left. That's why we must contact Jedrik.”
Gar shook his head in despair.
Tria was not finished, though.
“Jedrik might restore us to a share of power in the Rim city if we bargain for it now. Broey would never do that. Do you understand now the mistake you made with Broey?”
“But Broey was going to …”
“You failed to follow my orders, Father. You must see now why I always tried to keep you from making independent decisions.”
Gar fell into abashed silence. This was his daughter, but he could sense his peril.
Tria spoke.
“I will issue orders presently to all of our commanders.
They will be told to hold at all costs. They will be told that you and I will try to contact Jedrik. They will be told why.”
“But how can …”
“We will permit ourselves to be captured.”
QUESTION: Who governs the governors?
ANSWER: Entropy.
 
—Gowachin riddle
M
any things conspired to frustrate McKie. Few people other than Jedrik answered his questions. Most responded as though to a cretin. Jedrik treated him as though he were a child of unknown potential. At times, he knew he amused her. Other times, she punished him with an angry glance, by ignoring him, or just by going away—or worse, sending him away.
It was now late afternoon of the fifth day in the battle for Chu, and Broey's forces still held out in the heart of the city with their slim corridor to the Rim. He knew this from reports he'd overheard. He stood in a small room off Jedrik's command post, a room containing four cots where, apparently she and/or her commanders snatched occasional rest. One tall, narrow window looked out to the south Rim. McKie found it difficult to realize that he'd come across that Rim just six days previously.
Clouds had begun to gather over the Rim's terraced escarpments, a sure sign of a dramatic change in the weather. He knew that much, at least, from his Tandaloor briefings. Dosadi had no such thing as weather control. Awareness of this left him feeling oddly vulnerable. Nature could be so damnably capricious and dangerous when you had no grip on her vagaries.
McKie blinked, held his breath for a moment.
Vagaries of nature.
The vagaries of sentient nature had moved the Gowachin to set up this experiment. Did they really hope to control that vast, seething conglomerate of motives? Or had they some other reason for Dosadi, a reason which he had not yet penetrated? Was this, after all, a test of Caleban mysteries? He thought not.
He knew the way Aritch and aides
said
they'd set up this experiment. Observations here bore out their explanations. None of that data was consistent with an attempt to understand the Calebans. Only that brief encounter with Pcharky, a thing which Jedrik no longer was willing to discuss.
No matter how he tried, McKie couldn't evade the feeling that something essential lay hidden in the way this planet had been set upon its experimental course; something the Gowachin hadn't revealed, something they perhaps didn't even understand themselves. What'd they done at the beginning? They had this place, Dosadi, the subjects, the Primary … yes, the Primary. The inherent inequality of individuals dominated Gowachin minds. And there was that damnable DemoPol. How had they mandated it? Better yet: how did they maintain that mandate?
Aritch's people had hoped to expose the inner workings of sentient social systems. So they said. But McKie was beginning to look at that explanation with Dosadi eyes, with Dosadi scepticism. What had Fannie Mae meant about not being able to leave here in his own body/node? How could he be Jedrik's
key
to the God Wall? McKie knew he needed more information than he could hope to get from Jedrik. Did Broey have this information? McKie wondered if he might in the end have to climb the heights to the Council Hills for his answers. Was that even possible now?
When he'd asked for it, Jedrik had given him almost the run of this building, warning:
“Don't interfere.”
Interfere with what?
When he'd asked, she'd just stared at him.
She had, however, taken him around to familiarize everyone with his status. He was never quite sure what that status might
be, except that it was somewhere between guest and prisoner.
Jedrik had required minimal conversation with her people. Often, she'd used only hand waves to convey the necessary signals of passage. The whole traverse was a lesson for McKie, beginning with the door-guards.
“McKie,” Pointing at him.
The guards nodded.
Jedrik had other concerns.
“Team Nine?”
“Back at noon.”
“Send word.”
Everyone subjected McKie to a hard scrutiny which he felt certain would let them identify him with minimal interruption.
There were two elevators: one an express from a heavily guarded street entrance on the side of the building, the other starting above the fourth level at the ceiling of Pcharky's cage. They took this one, went up, pausing at each floor for guards to see him.
When they returned to the cage room, McKie saw that a desk had been installed just inside the street door. The father of those three wild children sat there watching Pcharky, making occasional notations in a notebook. McKie had a name for him now, Ardir.
Jedrik paused at the desk.
“McKie can come and go with the usual precautions.”
McKie, addressing himself finally to Jedrik, had said:
“Thanks for taking this time with me.”
“No need to be sarcastic, McKie.”
He had not intended sarcasm and reminded himself once more that the usual amenities of the ConSentiency suffered a different interpretation here.
Jedrik glanced through Ardir's notes, looked up at Pcharky, back to McKie. Her expression did not change.
“We will meet for dinner.”
She left him then.
For his part, McKie had approached Pcharky's cage, noting the tension this brought to the room's guards and observers. The old Gowachin sat in his hammock with an indifferent
expression on his face. The bars of the cage emitted an almost indiscernible hissing as they shimmered and glowed.
“What happens if you touch the bars?” McKie asked.
The Gowachin jowls puffed in a faint shrug.
McKie pointed.
“There's energy in those bars. What is that energy? How is it maintained?”
Pcharky responded in a hoarse croaking.
“How is the universe maintained? When you first see a thing, is that when it was created?”
“Is it a Caleban thing?”
Shrug.
McKie walked around the cage, studying it. There were glistening bulbs wherever the bars crossed each other. The rods upon which the hammock was suspended came from the ceiling. They penetrated the cage top without touching it. The hammock itself appeared to be fabric. It was faintly blue. He returned to his position facing Pcharky.
“Do they feed you?”
No answer.
Ardir spoke from behind him.
“His food is lowered from the ceiling. His excreta are hosed into the reclamation lines.”
McKie spoke over his shoulder.
“I see no door into the cage. How'd he get in there?”
“It was built around him according to his own instructions.”
“What are the bulbs where the bars cross?”
“They came into existence when he activated the cage.”
“How'd he do that?”
“We don't know. Do you?”
McKie shook his head from side to side.
“How does Pcharky explain this?”
“He doesn't.”
McKie had turned away to face Ardir, probing, moving the focus of questions from Pcharky to the planetary society itself. Ardir's answers, especially on matters of religion and history, were banal.
Later, as he stood in the room off the command post reviewing
the experience, McKie found his thoughts touching on a matter which had not even come into question.
Jedrik and her people had known for a long time that Dosadi was a Gowachin creation. They'd known it long before McKie had appeared on the scene. It was apparent in the way they focused on Pcharky, in the way they reacted to Broey. McKie had added one significant datum: that Dosadi was a Gowachin
experiment
. But Jedrik's people were not using him in the ways he might expect. She said he was the key to the God Wall, but how was he that key?
The answer was not to be found in Ardir. That one had not tried to evade McKie's questions, but the answers betrayed a severely limited scope to Ardir's knowledge and imagination.
McKie felt deeply disturbed by this insight. It was not so much what the man said as what he did not say when the reasons for speaking openly in detail were most demanding. Ardir was no dolt. This was a Human who'd risen high in Jedrik's hierarchy. Many speculations would've crossed his mind. Yet he made no mention of even the more obvious speculations. He raised no questions about the way Dosadi history ran to a single cutoff point in the past without any trace of evolutionary beginnings. He did not appear to be a religious person and even if he were, Dosadi would not permit the more blatant religious inhibitions. Yet Ardir refused to explore the most obvious discrepancies in those overt religious attitudes McKie had been told to expect. Ardir played out the right attitudes, but there was no basis for them underneath. It was all surface.
McKie suddenly despaired of ever getting a deep answer from any of these people—even from Jedrik.
An increase in the noise level out in the command post caught McKie's attention. He opened the door, stood in the doorway to study the other room.
A new map had been posted on the far wall. There was a position board, transparent and covered with yellow, red, and blue dots, over the map. Five women and a man—all wearing earphones—worked the board, moving the colored markers. Jedrik stood with her back to McKie, talking to several commanders
who'd just come in from the streets. They still carried their weapons and packs. It was their conversation which had attracted McKie. He scanned the room, noted two communications screens at the left wall, both inactive. They were new since his last view of the room and he wondered at their purpose.
An aide leaned in from the hallway, called out:
“Gate Twenty-One just reported. Everything has quieted there. They want to know if they should keep their reserves on the alert.”
“Have them stand down,” Jedrik said.
“The two prisoners are being brought here,” the aide added.
“I see it,” Jedrik said.
She nodded toward the position board.
McKie, following the direction of her gaze, saw two yellow markers being moved with eight blue companions. Without knowing how he understood this, he saw that this must be the prisoners and their escort. There were tensions in the command post which told him this was an important event. Who were those prisoners?
One of Jedrik's commanders spoke.
“I saw the monitor at …”
She was not listening to him and he broke off. Two people on the position board exchanged places, trading earphones. The messenger who'd called out the information about the gate and the prisoners had gone. Another messenger came in presently, conferred in a soft voice with people near the door.
In a few moments, eight young Human males entered carrying Gar and Tria securely trussed with what appeared to be shining wire. McKie recognized the pair from Aritch's briefings. The escort carried their prisoners like so much meat, one at each leg and each arm.
“Over here,” Jedrik said, indicating two chairs facing her.
McKie found himself suddenly aware, in an extremely Dosadi way, of many of the nuances here. It filled him with elation.
The escort crossed the room, not bothering to steer clear of all the furniture. The messenger from the hallway delayed his
departure, reluctant to leave. He'd recognized the prisoners and knew something important was about to happen.
Gar and Tria were dumped into the two chairs.
“Release their bindings,” Jedrik said.
The escort obeyed.
Jedrik waited, staring across at the position board. The two yellow and eight blue markers had been removed. She continued to stare at the board, though. Something there was more important than these two prisoners. She pointed to a cluster of red markers in an upper corner.
“See to that.”
One of her commanders left the room.
McKie took a deep breath. He'd spotted the flicker of her movement toward the commander who'd obeyed. So that was how she did it! McKie moved farther into the room to put Jedrik in profile to him. She made no response to his movement, but he knew she was aware of him. He stepped closer to what he saw as the limit of her tolerance, noted a faint smile as she turned toward the prisoners.
There was an abrupt silence, one of those uncomfortable moments when people realize there are things they must do, but everyone is reluctant to start. The messenger still stood by the door to the hall, obviously wanting to see what would happen here. The escort who'd brought the prisoners remained standing in a group at one side. They were almost huddled, as though seeking protection in their own numbers.
Jedrik glanced across at the messenger.
“You may go.”

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