easily. Here was a killer wary of the Voice, wary of every combat stratagem, wary of every trick of death and violence. Here was an instrument she herself had helped train with subtle hints and suggestions.
“You thought you had escaped, eh, witch?” Gurney snarled.
Before she could turn the question over in her mind or try to answer, the curtains parted and Paul entered.
“Here he is, Moth—” Paul broke off, taking in the tensions of the scene.
“You will stand where you are, m’Lord,” Gurney said.
“What ....” Paul shook his head.
Jessica started to speak, felt the arm tighten against her throat.
“You will speak only when I permit it, witch,” Gurney said. “I want only one thing from you for your son to hear it, and I am prepared to send this knife into your heart by reflex at the first sign of a counter against me. Your voice will remain in a monotone. Certain muscles you will not tense or move. You will act with the most extreme caution to gain yourself a few more seconds of life. And I assure you, these are all you have.”
Paul took a step forward. “Gurney, man, what is—”
“Stop right where you are!” Gurney snapped. “One more step and she’s dead.”
Paul’s hand slipped to his knife hilt. He spoke in a deadly quiet: “You had best explain yourself, Gurney.”
“I swore an oath to slay the betrayer of your father,” Gurney said. “Do you think I can forget the man who rescued me from a Harkonnen slave pit, gave me freedom, life, and honor ... gave me friendship, a thing I prized above all else? I have his betrayer under my knife. No one can stop me from—”
“You couldn’t be more wrong, Gurney,” Paul said.
And Jessica thought: So that’s it! What irony!
“Wrong, am I?” Gurney demanded. “Let us hear it from the woman herself. And let her remember that I have bribed and spied and cheated to confirm this charge. I’ve even pushed semuta on a Harkonnen guard captain to get part of the story.”
Jessica felt the arm at her throat ease slightly, but before she could speak, Paul said: “The betrayer was Yueh. I tell you this once, Gurney. The evidence is complete, cannot be controverted. It was Yueh. I do not care how you came by your suspicion—for it can be nothing else—but if you harm my mother ....” Paul lifted his crysknife from its scabbard, held the blade in front of him. “... I’ll have your blood.”
“Yueh was a conditioned medic, fit for a royal house,” Gurney snarled. “He could not turn traitor!”
“I know a way to remove that conditioning,” Paul said.
“Evidence,” Gurney insisted.
“The evidence is not here,” Paul said. “It’s in Tabr sietch, far to the south, but if—”
“This is a trick,” Gurney snarled, and his arm tightened on Jessica’s throat.
“No trick, Gurney,” Paul said, and his voice carried such a note of terrible sadness that the sound tore at Jessica’s heart.
“I saw the message captured from the Harkonnen agent,” Gurney said. “The note pointed directly at—”
“I saw it, too,” Paul said. “My father showed it to me the night he explained why it had to be a Harkonnen trick aimed at making him suspect the woman he loved.”
“Ayah!” Gurney said. “You’ve not—”
“Be quiet,” Paul said, and the monotone stillness of his words carried more command than Jessica had ever heard in another voice.
He has the Great Control, she thought.
Gurney’s arm trembled against her neck. The point of the knife at her back moved with uncertainty.
“What you have not done,” Paul said, “is heard my mother sobbing in the night over her lost Duke. You have not seen her eyes stab flame when she speaks of killing Harkonnens.”
So he has listened, she thought. Tears blinded her eyes.
“What you have not done,” Paul went on, “is remembered the lessons you learned in a Harkonnen slave pit. You speak of pride in my father’s friendship! Didn’t you learn the difference between Harkonnen and Atreides so that you could smell a Harkonnen trick by the stink they left on it? Didn’t you learn that Atreides loyalty is bought with love while the Harkonnen coin is hate? Couldn’t you see through to the very nature of this betrayal?”
“But Yueh?” Gurney muttered.
“The evidence we have is Yueh’s own message to us admitting his treachery,” Paul said. “I swear this to you by the love I hold for you, a love I will still hold even after I leave you dead on this floor.”
Hearing her son, Jessica marveled at