Hunters of Dune - Brian Herbert [129]
Murbella recognized Niyela from Priestess Iriel’s vivid memories. “Strange, you don’t look at all like Baron Harkonnen,” she said. “Perhaps some of his most prominent features did not breed true. Maybe that’s a good thing.”
As if springing an ambush, fully fifty Honored Matres emerged from doorways to take up protective positions around Niyela, arrogantly assuming the smaller assault squad would buckle and retreat upon seeing them. Like a deadly dance, the well-trained Valkyries paired off against them, flashing blades in their hands and sharp spines in their combat suits.
Murbella had eyes only for Niyela. The two leaders faced off, circling. The other women seemed to expect a “softened” Mother Commander to cringe at the prospect of combat.
The Honored Matre leader suddenly kicked out with a callused and deadly foot, but Murbella moved faster and eluded the blow. In a blur of motion, she counterattacked from one side with her fists and elbows, backing her adversary away. Then Murbella laughed, which unnerved her opponent.
In an unrestrained response, the Honored Matre threw herself at Murbella, fingers outstretched like knives, but Murbella thrust up with her left elbow, catching Niyela with the armored spine protruding from her combat suit. The slice shed blood down Niyela’s arm. Murbella landed a solid kick in the other woman’s solar plexus, driving her back into the wall.
Bumping into the stone barrier, Niyela slumped, as if beaten. She sprang to one side and darted back, but Murbella was ready for her, countering every move, driving Niyela backward until she had nowhere left to go. Even her Honored Matre followers could not resist the dizzyingly swift fighting techniques that the Mother Commander had drilled into her soldiers. All fifty of the guards were dead, leaving their leader alone and defeated.
“Kill me.” Niyela spat the words.
“I’ll do worse.” Murbella smiled. “I will take you to Chapterhouse as my prisoner.”
THE FOLLOWING DAY, the victorious Mother Commander marched through the streets of Ysai and mingled with curious crowds. The Cult of Sheeana had taken firm root here, and the Gammu natives saw their liberation as a miracle, interpreting the army of Sisters as soldiers fighting for their beloved martyr.
Noting various clear behavioral markers, Murbella suspected that some women in the crowd were actually Honored Matres who had changed their distinctive clothes. Were they cowards, or the seeds of a fifth column who would continue to resist on Gammu? Even with the signs of victory around her, Murbella knew that the fighting and consolidation would continue for some time, if not in Ysai itself then in the outlying cities. She would have to assign teams to root out any remaining nests of rebels.
She was not the only one to notice the lurking Honored Matres. Her agents surged forward, making arrests, thinning the crowd. Anyone captured would be given the opportunity to convert. Niyela herself would begin enforced training back on Chapterhouse. Those who didn’t cooperate would be put to death.
Murbella’s triumphant forces took more than eight thousand Honored Matres back to Chapterhouse, and more would follow after the mop-up operations were completed under the direction of Janess. The conversion process would be difficult, monitored closely by troops of Truthsayers and now-loyal Honored Matres—but no more difficult than the original forced unification. The Mother Commander could not afford to discard so many potential fighters, despite the risk.
Thus the New Sisterhood grew even stronger, with more and more numbers added to their forces.
SIXTEEN YEARS AFTER
ESCAPE FROM CHAPTERHOUSE
Is Love born to us, as natural a part of our humanity as breathing and sleeping? Or is Love something we must create within ourselves?
—MOTHER SUPERIOR DARWI ODRADE,
private Bene Gesserit records (censored)
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wo more years passed aboard the no-ship. Paul Atreides, his body now ten years old, his mind stuffed full of