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Authors: Frank Herbert

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No legal system can maintain justice unless every participant—magisters, prosecutors, Legums, defendants, witnesses, all—risks life itself. in whatever dispute comes before the bar. Everything must be risked in the Courtarena. If any element remains outside the contest and without personal risk, justice inevitably fails.
 
—Gowachin Law
N
ear sunset there was a fine rain which lasted well into darkness, then departed on the gorge wind which cleared Dosadi's skies. It left the air crystalline, cornices dripping puddles in the streets. Even the omnipresent Warren stink was diluted and Chu's inhabitants showed a predatory lightness as they moved along the streets.
Returning to headquarters in an armored troop carrier which carried only his most trusted Gowachin, Broey noted the clear air even while he wondered at the reports which had brought him racing from the Council Hills. When he entered the conference room, Broey saw that Gar already was there standing with his back to the dark window which looked out on the eastern cliffs. Broey wondered how long Gar had been there. No sign of recognition passed between Gowachin and Human, but this only emphasized the growing separation of the species. They'd both seen the reports which contained that most disturbing datum: the killing of a Human double agent under circumstances which pointed at Broey himself.
Broey crossed to the head of the conference table, flipped the toggle which activated his communicator, addressed the screen which only he could see.
“Assemble the Council and link for conference.”
The response came as a distorted buzz filtered through scramblers and suppressed by a privacy cone. Gar, standing across the room, could make no sense out of the noises coming from the communicator.
While he waited for the Council members to come on the conference link, Broey seated himself at the communicator, summoned a Gowachin aide to the screen, and spoke in a low voice masked by the privacy cone.
“Start a security check on all Humans in positions where they might threaten us. Use Plan D.”
Broey glanced up at Gar. The Human's mouth worked silently. He was annoyed by the privacy cone and his inability to tell exactly what Broey was doing. Broey continued speaking to his aide.
“I'll want the special force deployed as I told you earlier … Yes …”
Gar pointedly turned his back on this conversation, stared out at the night.
Broey continued to address his aide in the screen.
“No! We must include even the Humans in this conference. Yes, that's the report Gar made to me. Yes, I also received that information. Other Humans can be expected to riot and drive out their Gowachin neighbors, and there'll be retaliations. Yes, that was my thought when I saw the report.”
Broey turned off the privacy cone and scrambler. Tria had just come onto his screen with an override, interrupting the conversation with his security aide She spoke in a low, hurried voice with only a few words intelligible to Gar across the room. But Broey's suspicions were becoming obvious. He heard Tria out, then:
“Yes … it would be logical to suppose that such a killing was made to look like Gowachin work for … I see. But the scattered incidents which … Indeed? Well, under the circumstances …”
He left the thought incomplete, but his words drew a line between Human and Gowachin, even at the highest levels of his Advisory Council.
“Tria, I must make my own decisions on this.”
While Broey was speaking, Gar brought up a chair and placed it near the communicator, then sat down. Broey had finished his conversation with Tria and restored the privacy circuits, however, and even though he sat nearby Gar could not penetrate their protective screen. He was close enough now, though, to hear the buzzing of the privacy system and the sound annoyed Gar. He did not try to conceal his annoyance.
Broey saw Gar, but gave no indication that he approved or disapproved Gar's nearness.
“So I understand,” Broey said. “Yes … I'll issue those orders as soon as I've finished here. No … Agreed. That would be best.” He closed the circuit. The annoying buzz stopped.
“Jedrik means to set Gowachin against Human, Human against Gowachin,” Gar said.
“If so, it's been a long time in secret preparation,” Broey said.
His words implied many things: that there was conspiracy in high places, that the situation had achieved dangerous momentum without being detected, that all of the inertial forces could not now be anticipated.
“You expect it to get worse,” Gar said.
“Hopefully.”
Gar stared at him for a long period, then:
“Yes.”
It was clear that Broey wanted a well-defined condition to develop, one which would provide clear predictions of the major consequences. He was prepared for this. When Broey understood the situation to his own satisfaction, he'd use his own undeniable powers to gain as much as possible during a period of upset.
Gar broke the silence.
“But if we've misunderstood Jedrik's intent—”
“It helps us when the innocent suffer,” Broey said, paraphrasing part of an old axiom which every Dosadi knew.
Gar completed the thought for him.
“But who's innocent?”
Before Broey could respond, his screen came alight with the assembled faces of his Council, each face in its own little square. Broey conducted the conference quickly, allowing few interruptions. There were no house arrests, no direct accusations, but his words and manner divided them by species. When he was through, Gar imagined the scrambling which must be-going on right then in Chu while the powerful assembled their defenses.
Without knowing how he sensed this, Gar felt that this was exactly what Jedrik had wanted, and that it'd been a mistake for Broey to increase the tensions.
After turning off the communicator, Broey sat back and addressed himself to Gar with great care.
“Tria tells me that Jedrik cannot be found.”
“Didn't we expect that?”
“Perhaps.” Broey puffed his jowls. “What I don't understand is how a simple Liaitor could elude my people
and
Tria.”
“I think we've underestimated this Jedrik. What if she comes from …” His chin jerked ceilingward.
Broey considered this. He'd been supervising the interrogation of Bahrank at a secure post deep in the Council Hills when the summons to headquarters had interrupted. The accumulating reports indicated a kind of trouble Chu had known at various times, but never at this magnitude. And Bahrank's information had been disappointing. He'd delivered this Rim infiltrator named McKie to such and such an address. (Security had been unable to check this in time because of the riots.) Bahrank's beliefs were obvious. And perhaps the Rimmers
were
trying to build their own city beyond the mountains. Broey thought this unlikely. His sources in the Rim had proved generally trustworthy and his special source was always trustworthy. Besides, such a venture would require gigantic stocks of food, all of it subject to exposure in the regular accounting. That, after all, was the Liaitor function, why he had … No, that was not probable. The Rim subsisted on the lowest of Chu's leavings and whatever could be wrested from Dosadi's poisonous soil. No … Bahrank was wrong. This
McKie was peculiar, but in quite another way. And Jedrik must've known this before anyone else—except himself. The paramount question remained: who'd helped her?
Broey sighed.
“We have a long association, Gar. A person of your powers who has worked his way from the Rim through the Warrens …”
Gar understood. He was being told that Broey looked upon him with active suspicion. There'd never been any real trust between them, but this was something else: nothing openly spoken, nothing direct or specific, but the meaning clear. It was not even sly; it was merely Dosadi.
For a moment, Gar didn't know which way to turn. There'd always been this possibility in his relationship with Broey, but long acceptance had lulled Gar into a dangerous dependency. Tria had been his most valuable counter. He needed her now, but she had other, much more demanding, duties at this juncture.
Gar realized now that he would have to precipitate his own plans, calling in all of the debts and dependencies which were his due. He was distracted by the sound of many people hurrying past in the outer hall. Presumably, things were coming to a head faster than expected.
Gar stood up, stared vaguely out the windows at those dark shadows in the night which were the Rim cliffs. While waiting for Broey, Gar had watched darkness settle there, watched the spots of orange appear which were the Rim's cookfires. Gar knew those cookfires, knew the taste of the food which came from them, knew the flesh-dragging dullness which dominated existence out there. Did Broey expect him to flee back to that? Broey would be astonished at the alternatives open to Gar.
“I will leave you now,” Broey said. He arose and waddled from the room. What he meant was: “Don't be here when I return.”
Gar continued to stare out the windows. He seemed lost in angry reverie. Why hadn't Tria reported yet? One of Broey's Gowachin aides came in, fussed over papers on a corner table.
It was actually no more than five minutes that Gar remained standing thus. He shook himself presently, turned, and let himself out of the room.
Scarcely had he set foot in the outer passage than a troop of Broey's Gowachin shouldered their way past him into the conference room. They'd been waiting for him to leave.
Angry with himself for what he knew he must do, Gar turned left, strode down the hall to the room where he knew he'd find Broey. Three Gowachin wearing Security brassards followed him, but did not interfere. Two more Gowachin guarded Broey's door, but they hesitated to stop him. Gar's power had been felt here too long. And Broey, not expecting Gar to follow, had failed to issue specific orders. Gar counted on this.
Broey, instructing a group of Gowachin aides, stood over a table cluttered with charts. Yellow light from fixtures directly overhead played shifting shadows on the charts as the aides bent over the table and made notes. Broey broke off at the intrusion, his surprise obvious.
Gar spoke before Broey could order him removed.
“You still need me to keep you from making the worst mistake of your life.”
Broey straightened, did not speak, but the invitation for Gar to continue was there.
“Jedrik's playing you like a fine instrument. You're doing precisely what she wants you to do.”
Broey's cheeks puffed. The shrug angered Gar.
“When I first came here, Broey, I took certain precautions to insure my continued health should you ever consider violence against me.”
Again, Broey gave that maddening Gowachin shrug. This was all so mundane. Why else did this fool Human continue alive and at liberty?
“You've never been able to discover what I did to insure myself against you,” Gar said. “I have no addictions. I'm a prudent person and, naturally, have means of dying before your experts on pain could overcome my reason. I've done all
of the things you might expect of me … and something more, something you now need
desperately
to know.”
“I have my own precautions, Gar.”
“Of course, and I admit I don't know what they are.”
“So what do you propose?”
Gar gave a little laugh, not quite gloating.
“You know my terms.”
Broey shook his head from side to side, an exquisitely Human gesture.
“Share the rule? I'm astonished at you, Gar.”
“Your astonishment hasn't reached its limits. You don't know what I've really done.”
“Which is?”
“Shall we retire to a more private place and discuss it?”
Broey looked around at his aides, waved for them to leave.
“We will talk here.”
Gar waited until he heard the door close behind him on the last of the departing aides.
“You probably know about the death fanatics we've groomed in the Human enclaves.”
“We are prepared to deal with them.”
“Properly motivated, fanatics can keep great secrets, Broey.”
“No doubt. Are you now going to reveal such a secret?”
“For years now, my fanatics have lived on reduced rations, preserving and exporting their surplus rations to the Rim. We have enough, megatons of food out there. With a whole planet in which to hide it, you'll never find it. City food, every bit of it and we will …”
“Another city!”
“More than that. Every weapon the city of Chu has, we have.”

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