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　〃You're　suffering　no　anguish；〃　Leto　said。
　〃If　you　were　in　this　body；　you'd。　。　。〃
　〃That's　just　physical　pain；〃　Leto　said。　〃It　will　end　soon。〃
　〃Then　when　will　I　know　the　anguish？〃　Malky　asked。
　〃Perhaps　later。〃
　Leto　flexed　his　front　segments　away　from　Malky　to　face　Moneo。　〃Do　you　really　serve　the　Golden　Path；　Moneo？〃
　〃Ahhh；　the　Golden　Path；〃　Malky　taunted。
　〃You　know　I　do；　Lord；〃　Moneo　said。
　〃Then　you　must　promise　me；〃　Leto　said；　〃that　what　you　have　learned　here　must　never　pass　your　lips。　Not　by　word　or　sign　can　you　reveal　it。〃
　〃I　promise；　Lord。〃
　〃He　promises；　Lord；〃　Malky　sneered。
　One　of　Leto's　tiny　hands　gestured　at　Malky；　who　lay　staring　up　at　the　blunt　profile　of　a　face　within　its　gray　cowl。　〃For　reasons　of　old　admiration　and。　。　。　many　other　reasons；　I　cannot　kill　Malky。　I　cannot　even　ask　it　of　you。。。yet　he　must　be　eliminated。〃
　〃Ohhh；　how　clever　you　are！〃　Malky　said。
　〃Lord；　if　you　will　wait　at　the　other　end　of　the　chamber；〃　Moneo　said。　〃Perhaps　when　you　return　Malky　no　longer　will　be　a　problem。〃
　〃He's　going　to　do　it；〃　Malky　husked。　〃Gods　below！　He's　going　to　do　it。〃
　Leto　squirmed　away　and　went　to　the　shadowed　limit　of　the　chamber；　keeping　his　attention　on　the　faint　arc　of　a　line　which　would　bee　an　opening　into　the　night　if　he　merely　converted　the　wish　into　a　thought…of…mand。　What　a　long　drop　that　would　be　out　there…just　roll　off　the　landing…lip。　He　doubted　that　even　his　body　would　survive　it。　But　there　was　no　water　in　the　sand　beneath　his　tower　and　he　could　feel　the　Golden　Path　winking　in　and　out　of　existence　merely　because　he　allowed　himself　to　think　of　such　an　end。
　〃Leto！〃　Malky　called　from　behind　him。
　Leto　heard　the　litter　grating　on　the　wind…scattered　sand　which　peppered　the　floor　of　his　aerie。
　Once　more；　Malky　called：　〃Leto；　you　are　the　best！　There's　no　evil　in　this　universe　which　can　surpass。　。　。〃
　A　sodden　thump　shut　off　Malky's　voice。　A　blow　to　the　throat；　Leto　thought。　Yes；　Moneo　knows　that　one。　There　came　the　sound　of　the　balcony's　transparent　shield　sliding　open；　the　rasping　of　the　litter　on　the　rail；　then　silence。
　Moneo　will　have　to　bury　the　body　in　the　sand；　Leto　thought。　There　is　as　yet　no　worm　to　e　and　devour　the　evidence。　Leto　turned　then　and　looked　across　the　chamber。　Moneo　stood　leaning　over　the　railing；　peering　down。。。down。。。down　。　。　。
　I　cannot　pray　for　you；　Malky；　nor　for　you；　Moneo；　Leto　thought。　l　may　be　the　only　religious　consciousness　in　the　Empire　because　I　am　truly　alone。。。so　I　cannot　pray。
　
　You　cannot　understand　history　unless　you　understand　its　flowings；　its　currents　and　the　ways　leaders　move　within　such　forces。　A　leader　tries　to　perpetuate　the　conditions　which　demand　his　leadership。　Thus；　the　leader　requires　the　outsider。　I　caution　you　to　examine　my　career　with　care。　I　am　both　leader　and　outsider。　Do　not　make　the　mistake　of　assuming　that　I　only　created　the　Church　which　was　the　State。　That　was　my　function　as　leader　and　I　had　many　historical　models　to　use　as　pattern。　For　a　clue　to　my　role　as　outsider；　look　at　the　arts　of　my　time。　The　arts　are　barbaric。　The　favorite　poetry？　The　Epic。　The　popular　dramatic　ideal？　Heroism。　Dances？　Wildly　abandoned。　From　Moneo's　viewpoint；　he　is　correct　in　describing　this　as　dangerous。　It　stimulates　the　imagination。　It　makes　people　feel　the　lack　of　that　which　I　have　taken　from　them。　What　did　I　take　from　them？　The　right　to　participate　in　history。
　…The　Stolen　Journals
　IDAHO；　STRETCHED　out　on　his　cot　with　his　eyes　closed；　heard　a　weight　drop　onto　the　other　cot。　He　sat　up　into　the　midafternoon　light　which　slanted　through　the　room's　single　window　at　a　sharp　angle；　reflecting　off　the　white…tiled　floor　onto　the　light　yellow　walls。　Siona；　he　saw；　had　e　in　and　stretched　herself　on　her　cot。　She　already　was　reading　one　of　the　books　she　carried　around　with　her　in　a　green　fabric　pack。
　Why　books？　he　wondered。
　He　swung　his　feet　to　the　floor　and　glanced　around　the　room。　How　could　this　high…ceilinged；　spacious　box　be　considered　even　remotely　Fremen？　A　wide　table/desk　of　some　dark　brown　local　plastic　separated　the　two　cots。　There　were　two　doors。　One　led　directly　outside　across　a　garden。　The　other　admitted　them　to　a　luxurious　bath　whose　pale　blue　tiles　glistened　under　a　broad　skylight。　The　bath　contained；　among　its　many　functional　services；　a　sunken　tub　and　a　shower；　each　at　least　two　meters　square。　The　door　to　this　sybaritic　space　remained　open　and　Idaho　could　hear　water　running　out　of　the　tub。　Siona　appeared　oddly　fond　of　bathing　in　an　excess　of　water。
　Stilgar；　Idaho's　Naib　of　the　ancient　days　on　Dune；　would　have　looked　on　that　room　with　scorn。　〃Shameful！〃　he　would　have　said。　〃Decadent！　Weak！〃　Stilgar　would　have　used　many　scornful　words　about　this　entire　village　which　dared　to　pare　itself　with　a　true　Fremen　sietch。
　Paper　rustled　as　Siona　turned　a　page。　She　lay　with　her　head　propped　on　two　pillows；　a　thin　white　robe　covering　her　body。　The　robe　still　revealed　clinging　wetness　from　her　bath。
　Idaho　shook　his　head。　What　was　it　on　those　pages　which　held　her　interest　this　way？　She　had　been　reading　and　re…reading　since　their　arrival　at　Tuono。　The　volumes　were　thin　but　numerous；　bearing　only　numbers　on　their　black　bindings。　Idaho　had　seen　a　number　nine。
　Swinging　his　feet　to　the　floor；　he　stood　and　went　to　the　window。　There　was　an　old　man　out　there　at　a　distance；　digging　in　flowers。　The　garden　was　protected　by　buildings　on　three　sides。　The　flowers　bore　large　blossoms…red　on　the　outside　but；　when　they　unfolded；　white　in　the　center。　The　old　Man's　uncovered　gray　hair　was　a　kind　of　blossom　waving　among　the　floral　white　and　jeweled　buds。　Idaho　smelled　moldering　leaves　and　freshly　turned　dirt　against　a　background　of　pungent　floral　perfume。
　A　Fremen　tending　flowers　in　the　open！
　Siona　volunteered　nothing　about　her　strange　reading　matter。　She's　taunting　me；　Idaho　thought。　She　wants　me　to　ask。
　He　tried　not　to　think　about　Hwi。　Rage　threatened　to　engulf　him　when　he　did。　He　remembered　the　Fremen　word　for　that　intense　emotion：　kanawa；　the　iron　ring　of　jealousy。　Where　is　Hwi？　What　is　she　doing　at　this　moment？
　The　door　from　the　garden　opened　without　a　knock　and　Teishar；　an　aide　to　Garun；　entered。　Teishar　had　a　dead　colored　face　full　of　dark　wrinkles。　His　eyes　were　sunken　with　pale　yellow　around　the　pupils。　Teishar　wore　a　brown　robe。　He　had　hair　like　old　grass　that　had　been　left　out　to　rot。　He　seemed　unnecessarily　ugly；　like　a　dark　and　elemental　spirit。　Teishar　closed　the　door　and　stood　there　looking　at　them。
　Siona's　voice　came　from　behind　Idaho。　〃Well；　what　is　it？〃
　Idaho　noticed　then　that　Teishar　seemed　strangely　excited；　vibrating　with　it。
　〃The　God　Emperor。　。　。〃　Teishar　cleared　his　throat　and　began　again。　〃The　God　Emperor　will　e　to　Tuono！〃
　Siona　sat　upright　on　the　bed；　folding　her　white　robe　over　her　knees。　Idaho　glanced　back　at　her；　then　once　more　to　Teishar。
　〃He　will　be　wed　here；　here　in　Tuono！〃　Teishar　said。　〃It　will　be　done　in　the　ancient　Fremen　way！　The　God　Emperor　and　his　bride　will　be　guests　of　Tuono！〃
　Full　in　the　grip　of　kanawa；　Idaho　glared　at　him；　fists　clenched。　Teishar　bobbed　his　head　briefly；　turned　and　let　himself　out；　shutting　the　door　hard。
　〃Let　me　read　you　something；　Duncan；〃　Siona　said。
　Idaho　was　a　moment　understanding　her　words。　Fists　still　clenched　at　his　sides；　he　turned　and　looked　at　her。　Siona　sat　on　the　edge　of　her　cot；　a　book　in　her　lap。　She　took　his　attention　as　agreement。
　〃Some　believe；〃　she　read；　〃that　you　must　promise　integrity　with　a　certain　amount　of　dirty　work　before　you　can　put　genius　to　work。　They　say　the　promise　begins　when　you　e　out　of　the　sanctus　intending　to　realize　your　ideals。　Moneo　says　my　solution　is　to　stay　within　the　sanctus；　sending　others　to　do　my　dirty　work。〃
　She　looked　up　at　Idaho。　〃The　God　Emperor…his　own　words。〃
　Slowly；　Idaho　relaxed　his　fists。　He　knew　he　needed　this　distraction。　And　it　interested　him　that　Siona　had　emerged　from　her　silence。
　〃What　is　that　book？〃　he　asked。
　Briefly；　she　told　him　how　she　and　her　panions　had　stolen　the　Citadel　charts　and　the　copies　of　Leto's　journals。
　〃Of　course　you　knew　about　that；〃　she　said。　〃My　father　has　made　it　plain　that　spies　betrayed　our　raid。〃
　He　saw　the　tears　latent　in　her　eyes。　〃Nine