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.Where safety of girl Sheeanais concerned, use own judgment.In all other matters that do not conflict withmy orders, carry out the plan."There.That was it.Odrade had her instructions, the essentials that she wouldaccept as "the plan" even while she would recognize an incomplete pattern.Odrade would obey.The "Dar" was a nice touch, Taraza thought.Dar and Tar.That opening into Odrade's limited warmth would not be well shielded from theDar-and-Tar direction.The long table on the right is set for a banquet of roast desert hare in saucecepeda.The other dishes, clockwise to the right from the far end of the table,are aplomage sirian, chukka under glass, coffee with melange (note the hawkcrest of the Atreides on the urn), pot-a-oie and, in the Balut crystal bottle,sparkling Caladan wine.Note the ancient poison detector concealed in thechandelier.-Dar-es-Balat, Description at a Museum Display Teg found Duncan in the tiny dining alcove off the no-globe's gleaming kitchen.Pausing in the passage to the alcove, Teg studied Duncan carefully: eight dayshere and the lad appeared finally to have recovered from the peculiar rage thathad seized him as they entered the globe's access tube.They had come through a shallow cave musky with the odors of a native bear.Therocks at the back of the lair were not rocks, although they would have deceivedeven the most sophisticated examination.A slight protrusion in the rocks wouldshift if you knew or stumbled upon the secret code.That circular and twistingmovement opened the entire rear wall of the cave.The access tube, brilliantly lighted automatically once they sealed the portalbehind them, was decorated with Harkonnen griffins on walls and ceiling.Tegwas struck by the image of a young Patrin stumbling into this place for thefirst time (The shock! The awe! The elation!) and he failed to observeDuncan's reaction until a low growl swelled in the enclosed space.Duncan stood growling (almost a moan), fists clenched, gaze fixed on a Harkonnengriffin along the right-hand wall.Rage and confusion warred for supremacy onhis face.He lifted both fists and crashed them against the raised figure,drawing blood from his hands."Damn them to the deepest pits of hell!" he shouted.It was an oddly mature curse issuing from the youthful mouth.The instant the words were out Duncan relapsed into uncontrolled shudders.Lucilla put an arm around him and stroked his neck in a soothing, almost sensualway, until the shuddering subsided."Why did I do that?" Duncan whispered."You will know when your original memories are restored," she said."Harkonnens," Duncan whispered and blood suffused his face.He looked up atLucilla."Why do I hate them so much?""Words cannot explain it," she said."You will have to wait for the memories.""I don't want the memories!" Duncan shot a startled look at Teg."Yes! Yes, Ido want them."Later as he looked up at Teg in the no-globe's dining alcove, Duncan's memoryobviously returned to that moment."When, Bashar?""Soon."Teg glanced around the area.Duncan sat alone at the auto-scrubbed table, a cupof brown liquid in front of him.Teg recognized the smell: one of the manymelange-laced items from the nullentropy bins.The bins were a treasure houseof exotic foods, clothing, weapons, and other artifacts -- a museum whose valuecould not be calculated.There was a thin layer of dust all through the globebut no deterioration of the things stored here.Every bit of the food was laced with melange, not at an addict level unless you were a glutton, but alwaysnoticeable.Even the preserved fruit had been dusted with the spice.The brown liquid in Duncan's cup was one of the things Lucilla had tasted andpronounced capable of sustaining life.Teg did not know precisely how ReverendMothers did this, but his own mother had been capable of it.One taste and theyknew the contents of food or drink.A glance at the ornate clock set into the wall at the closed end of the alcovetold Teg it was later than he thought, well into the third hour of theirarbitrary afternoon
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