The tools of the uprising were placed in their hands. Psychic shields were genetically engineered into their minds, shielding them from rival houses. We did not realise that was our downfall. Genetic engineering is not as precise as we would like; mutations are common. We did not even notice that we were locked out of our own servants’ minds until it was too late. The elders were slain; ambushed alone and hacked to pieces. The cocoons were split, the maturing Var inside spilling on the floor.