“When I order it, and not until then, you will have the Tleilaxu Ambassador publicly flogged and expelled.” “Lord!” “You disagree?” “If we are to keep this secret”—Moneo glanced over his shoulder—“how will you explain the flogging?” “We will not explain.” “We will give no reason at all?” “No reason.” “But, Lord, the rumors and the stories that will . . .” “I am reacting, Moneo! Let them sense the underground part of me which does things without my knowing because it has not the wherewithal of knowing.” “This will cause great fear, Lord.”
