him. Mentat? No, he was back in his immediate past, reliving and making comparisons. That reference to Imprinters, though … Was that how the first “sexual collision” with Murbella restored memories of other ghola-lifetimes? Deep resistance against imprinting?
The Proctor Odrade had addressed chose to ignore this impertinent interruption. She had read the Archives material when Bellonda briefed her. All three of them knew they might be called on to kill the ghola-child. Did he have powers dangerous to them? The watchers would not know until (or unless) Sheeana succeeded.
To Idaho, Odrade said: “Streggi told him why he is here.”
“What did she tell him?” Very peremptory with Mother Superior. The Proctors glared at him.
Odrade held her voice to deliberate mildness. “Streggi told him Sheeana would restore his memories.”
“What did he say?”
“Why isn’t Duncan Idaho doing it?”
“She answered him honestly?” Getting some of his own back.
“Honestly but revealing nothing. Streggi told him Sheeana had a better way. And that you approved.”
“Look at him! He isn’t even moving. You haven’t drugged him, have you?”
Idaho glared back at the Proctors.
“We wouldn’t dare. But he is focused inward. You do recall the necessity for that, don’t you?”
Idaho sank back into his chair, shoulders slumping. “Murbella keeps saying: ‘He’s just a child. He’s just a child.’ You know we had a fight over it.”
“I thought your argument pertinent. The Bashar was not a child. It’s the Bashar we’re awakening.”
He raised crossed fingers. “I hope.”
She drew back, looking at the crossed fingers. “I didn’t know you were superstitious, Duncan.”
“I’d pray to Dur if I thought it would help.”
He remembers his own re-awakening pains.
“Don’t reveal compassion,” he muttered. “Turn it back on him. Keep him focused inward. You want his anger.”
Those were words from his own practique.
Abruptly, he said: “This may be the stupidest thing I ever suggested. I should go and be with Murbella.”
“You’re in good company, Duncan. And there’s nothing you can do for Murbella right now. Look!” As Teg leaped off the mat and stared up at the ceiling comeyes.
“Isn’t someone coming to help me?” Teg demanded. More desperation in his voice than predicted for this stage. “Where’s Duncan Idaho?”
Odrade put a hand on Idaho’s arm as he hitched forward. “Stay where you are, Duncan. You can’t help him, either. Not yet.”
“Isn’t someone going to tell me what to do?” The young voice had a lonely, piping sound. “What’re you going to do?”
Sheeana’s cue and she entered the room through a hidden hatch behind Teg. “Here I am.” She wore only a gossamer robe of pale blue, almost transparent. It clung to her as she strode around to face the boy.
He gawked. This was a Reverend Mother? He had never seen one robed that way. “You’re going to give me back my memories?” Doubt and desperation.
“I will help you give them back to yourself.” As she spoke, she slipped out of the robe and tossed it aside. It floated to the floor like a great blue butterfly.
Teg stared at her. “What’re you doing?”
“What do you think I’m doing?” She sat down beside him and put a hand on his penis.
His head tipped forward as though pushed from behind and he stared at her hand as an erection formed in it.
“Why’re you doing that?”
“Don’t you know?”
“No!”
“The Bashar would know.”
He looked up at her face so close to his. “You know! Why won’t you tell me?”
“I’m not your memory!”
“Why’re you humming like that?”
She put her lips against his neck. The humming was clear to the watchers. Murbella called it an intensifier, feedback keyed to the sexual response. It grew louder.
“What’re you doing?” Almost a shriek as she sat him astraddle of her. She swayed, massaging the small of his back.
“Answer me, damn you!” A definite shriek.
Where did that “damn you!” come from? Odrade wondered.
Sheeana slipped him into her. “Here’s your answer!”
His mouth formed a soundless “Ohhhhhhhhh.”
The watchers saw her concentration on Teg’s eyes but Sheeana watched him with other senses as well.
“Feel the tensing of his thighs, the telltale vagus pulse and especially note the darkening of his nipples. When you have him at that point, sustain it until his pupils dilate. ”
“Imprinter!” Teg’s scream made the watchers jump.
He beat his fists against Sheeana’s shoulders. All of them at the seewall observed an inner flickering of his eyes as he twisted back and forth, something new peering out of him.
Odrade was on her feet. “Has something gone wrong?”
Idaho remained in his chair. “What I predicted.”
Sheeana thrust Teg away to escape his clawing fingers.