Dune - Preludes - 03 House Corrino by Frank Herbert

Author:Frank Herbert [Herbert, Frank]
Format: epub
Publisher: Frank Herbert
Published: 2010-03-24T17:58:06.077000+00:00

Just then, Margot entered, carrying a breakfast tray. She eyed his naked arm with raised eyebrows and a smile of approval. "Good morning, dear. )r should I say, good afternoon?" She glanced at the wall chronometer. No, you still have another minute." She wore a shimmering parasilk dress 'ith pale yellow immian roses sewn into it, tiny flowers that remained live in the fabric and gave off a delicate, sweet scent.

"Did you remove a green pouch from my suitcase?" A skilled Bene iesserit in her own right, Margot would have easily located the secret jmpartment.

"I assumed you brought it for me, darling." Smiling prettily, she placed le breakfast tray on a side table.

"Well, hmmm, this time it was a difficult trip, and I�" She pretended to pout. Margot had noticed a tiny symbol in one fold of the pouch, a character that she deciphered as the letter "A" in the

Tleilaxu alphabet.

"Where did you put it, hmmmm?" Despite Ajidica's reassurances, Fenring was not at all convinced the Tleilaxu synthetic melange wasn't harmful, or even poisonous. He preferred to use others as test subjects, not

himself or his wife.

"Don't worry about that right now, my dear." Margot's gray-green eyes danced seductively. She began to pour spice coffee for them. "Do you want breakfast before or after we resume where we left off last night?"

Pretending lack of concern, though Margot would note every flicker of uneasiness in his body, Fenring grabbed a black casual suit from the walk-in closet. "Just tell me where you put the pouch, and I'll get it myself." Emerging from the closet, he saw Margot lifting a coffee cup to her lips. Spice coffee ... the hidden pouch ... the amal!

"Stop!" He rushed toward her and knocked the cup out of her hands. Hot liquid splattered all over the handwoven carpet, and stained her yellow dress. The still-living immian roses flinched.

"Now you've wasted all that spice, dear," she said, startled but coolly trying to regain her composure.

"Surely you didn't pour all of it in the coffee, hmmm? Where's the rest of the spice you found?" He calmed himself, but knew he had already revealed far too much.

"It's in our kitchen." She regarded him with Bene Gesserit scrutiny.

"Why are you behaving this way, dearest?"

Without explaining, he poured the remaining cup of spice coffee back into the pot and hurried out of the room with it.

GRIM-FACED, Shaddam stood at the entrance to Anirul's chambers, with his arms crossed over his chest. A ponytailed Suk doctor stood beside him. The Truthsayer Mohiam refused to let them enter the bedroom suite. "Only Bene Gesserit medical practitioners can tend to certain ailments,

Sire."

The slope-shouldered doctor spat his words at Mohiam. "Do not assume that the Sisterhood knows more than a graduate of the Suk inner circle." He had ruddy features and a wide nose.

Shaddam scowled. "This makes no sense. After my wife's bizarre behavior at the zoo, she needs special attention." He pretended concern, but was more interested in hearing his Supreme Bashar's debriefing as soon as the Imperial Sardaukar fleet returned from Korona.

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