Navigators of Dune

“You will do well here. I have already given you information to turn against your rivals when appropriate, and Sisterhood spies will continue to provide you with valuable intelligence … a resource no other noble has.” As part of her duty to the Sisterhood, Fielle had reported the trivial secrets and shames of many court members to her, and now Danvis held the information in reserve.

“Why would they do that for me?” he asked, blinking.

“Because I am the Mother Superior, and you are the future of House Harkonnen. If used properly, such knowledge will help you rise quickly.” He seemed uncertain, overwhelmed. He would need to be coached further. She nudged him. “Mix with the people. Make certain you talk with the important ones I’ve identified. Get yourself noticed. Establish connections.”

He didn’t look at all confident to her. “Penetrating the noble cliques will not be so easy.”

“I never said it would be easy. You must have the ambition and perception to impress the right people. Stop at nothing.” She pointed to a dignified man who was engaged in energetic conversation with a woman. “That one, for example—he’s the head of a mining clan from Hagal, a rival to House Péle, the powerful family of the former Empress Tabrina. He has been struggling for prominence since Tabrina fell into disfavor, so he’ll need allies at court. Convince him you can be useful in fulfilling his goals.”

Danvis nervously took a glass of Salusan spice-infused wine from the sommelier, and Valya cautioned, “When in public, take small, infrequent sips, only as much as is socially necessary. When you have access to raw spice, use it sparingly. Heighten your alertness, but do not let addiction gain control of you.”

“I know all that,” he said, in a patient tone.

“I just want to reinforce the importance.” She didn’t want to imagine her younger brother failing. She could not be with him at court to look over his shoulder, to prevent him from making mistakes. Fortunately, she had other allies here.

She continued to treat him as if she were instructing a fresh-faced Acolyte on Wallach IX. “Never drop your guard—think of the Imperial Court as a battleground. Secure powerful allies, and seek to minimize those who oppose you. You can achieve much of this by discreet action, behind the scenes. Do not be too outspoken, especially in front of those who might wish to do you harm.”

“Like the Atreides,” he said.

She scowled. “The Atreides are nothing. Vorian is dead, and the feud is over. We’re done with it. Now there is nothing to hinder the ascendance of House Harkonnen.”

Chin up, he dutifully left her side and disappeared into the throng of people like a hunter on a mission.

Valya made her way to two Sisters who had recently been assigned to the Imperial Court. Sister Sicia was barely past Acolyte stage, a red-haired beauty who could easily seduce any nobleman (and was being trained to do exactly that); her companion, Sister Jean, was more seasoned, dark-skinned and dark-haired, slender in the extreme. The two women greeted her with curt, solicitous bows.

Sicia was breathless. “So far our assignment at court is going well, Mother Superior.” She flashed a sparkling smile. “I have already identified three excellent male candidates. All nobles.”

Valya’s gaze sharpened. “Good. Submit their names so that we can determine the best genetic match before you let yourself conceive a child.”

“Yes, Mother Superior.”

Sister Jean straightened. “We will continue to submit our reports to Wallach IX. It will be as if you are here yourself.”

“I find the Imperial Court impressive, but I am better suited to running the Sisterhood,” Valya said. “Meanwhile, watch over my brother. See that he has information he needs, and keep him from making foolish mistakes. He is a blade whose edge needs to be sharp, and continually sharpened.”

Sister Jean nodded, not questioning her assignment. Sister Sicia looked at the young man who was striking up conversations at the edge of the reception; she raised her eyebrows, assessing.

“You are not for him,” Valya said with a slight scolding tone.

“Yes, Mother Superior.” Sicia scanned others in the room instead. Valya realized that she needed to study her brother’s genetic profile in the breeding index buried in their computers. Perhaps she did need to secure his bloodline widely, as insurance. She would look into it.

“I have much to monitor back on Wallach IX as the Sisterhood grows,” Valya said. “I am pleased to hear that our work here is in good hands.”

After the two Sisters melted into the crowd, Valya made her observations, drinking in the patterns and contacts. She saw Danvis dancing with a plain-featured young woman in a low-cut dress and dazzling jewels. Danvis concluded the dance, bowed gratefully to his young partner, and made his way back to Valya.

“Who is she?” Valya asked in a quick interrogation. “Family line? Rank?”