"Oh, are we trying to get Leto to heed? To heel? To hear wisdom?" Ghanima asked as she entered, arms full of scrolls. "I didn't realize it was already the first of April for such tricks, Stepmother."
Ghanima loves you, Irulan, but really.
"These are for you," she said, dumping them on top of the documents already on Leto's desk. "My observations from the last three 'negotiations' with the Landsraad you had me oversee. It will make interesting reading, if nothing else, once you hit the parts where I start speculating how many times people were dropped on their heads as children."
"Ah, thank you for keeping me entertained for the rest of the day," Leto said cheerfully. "And Irulan was merely trying to get me to tell her why I invited our grandmother to visit. An invitation which she has just accepted, by the way. How do you suggest we greet her?"
Ah, and Ghanima, perhaps better than Leto, understood why and how Irulan felt about Jessica.
Still, she regarded her twin bemusedly. "With tea and Farad'n to distract her while I flee back to Fandom before she starts clucking at me for grandchildren. You do realize Jessica is going to poke her nose into everything? What are you plotting?"
Glancing at Irulan, Leto replied: "You are right, of course. Will you let Farad'n know what we expect of him? I was hoping she would be content to see Hania, but you know her better."
Ghanima had always been closer to the women among their ancestral memories, after all.
Then, switching into Ancient Greek, a language Irulan didn't understand, he continued: I need a Bene Gesserit Reverend Mother with no loyalties to their order. Can you think of a better one?
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Ghanima loves you, Irulan, but really.
"These are for you," she said, dumping them on top of the documents already on Leto's desk. "My observations from the last three 'negotiations' with the Landsraad you had me oversee. It will make interesting reading, if nothing else, once you hit the parts where I start speculating how many times people were dropped on their heads as children."
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Still, she regarded her twin bemusedly. "With tea and Farad'n to distract her while I flee back to Fandom before she starts clucking at me for grandchildren. You do realize Jessica is going to poke her nose into everything? What are you plotting?"
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Ghanima had always been closer to the women among their ancestral memories, after all.
Then, switching into Ancient Greek, a language Irulan didn't understand, he continued: I need a Bene Gesserit Reverend Mother with no loyalties to their order. Can you think of a better one?
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