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〃I've dreamed myself enclosed in armor and racing across the dunes；〃 he said。 〃And I've been to Jacurutu。〃
〃Jacu。。。〃 She cleared her throat。 〃That old myth！〃
〃A real place。 Ghani！ I must find this man they call The Preacher。 I must find him and question him。〃
〃You think he's。。。our father？〃
〃Ask yourself that question。〃
〃It'd be just like him；〃 she agreed； 〃but。。。〃
〃I don't like the things I know I'll do；〃 he said。 〃For the first time in my life I understand my father。〃
She felt excluded from his thoughts； said： 〃The Preacher's probably just an old mystic。〃
〃I pray for that；〃 he whispered。 〃Oh； how I pray for that！〃 He rocked forward； got to his feet。 The baliset hummed in his hand as he moved。 〃Would that he were only Gabriel without a horn。〃 He stared silently at the moonlit desert。
She turned to look where he looked； saw the foxfire glow of rotting vegetation at the edge of the sietch plantings； then the clean blending into lines of dunes。 That was a living place out there。 Even when the desert slept； something remained awake in it。 She sensed that wakefulness； hearing animals below her drinking at the qanat。 Leto's revelation had transformed the night： this was a living moment； a time to discover regularities within perpetual change； an instant in which to feel that long movement from their Terranic past； all of it encapsulated in her memories。
〃Why Jacurutu？〃 she asked； and the flatness of her tone shattered the mood。
〃Why。。。I don't know。 When Stilgar first told us how they killed the people there and made the place tabu； I thought。。。what you thought。 But danger es from there now。。。and The Preacher。〃
She didn't respond； didn't demand that he share more of his prescient dreams with her； and she knew how much this told him of her terror。 That way led to Abomination and they both knew it。 The word hung unspoken between them as he turned and led the way back over the rocks to the sietch entrance。 Abomination。
The Universe is God's。 It is one thing； a wholeness against which all separations may be identified。 Transient life； even that self…aware and reasoning life which we call sentient； holds only fragile trusteeship on any portion of the wholeness。
…mentaries from the C。E。T。 （mission of Ecumenical Translators）
Halleck used hand signals to convey the actual message while speaking aloud of other matters。 He didn't like the small anteroom the priests had assigned for this report； knowing it would be crawling with spy devices。 Let them try to break the tiny hand signals； though。 The Atreides had used this means of munication for centuries without anyone the wiser。
Night had fallen outside； but the room had no windows； depending upon glowglobes at the upper corners。
〃Many of those we took were Alia's people；〃 Halleck signaled； watching Jessica's face as he spoke aloud； telling her the interrogation still continued。
〃It was as you anticipated then；〃 Jessica replied； her fingers winking。 She nodded and spoke an open reply： 〃I'll expect a full report when you're satisfied； Gurney。〃
〃Of course； My Lady；〃 he said； and his fingers continued： 〃There is another thing； quite disturbing。 Under the deep drugs； some of our captives talked of Jacurutu and； as they spoke the name； they died。〃
〃A conditioned heart…stopper？〃 Jessica's fingers asked。 And she said： 〃Have you released any of the captives？〃
〃A few； My Lady the more obvious culls。〃 And his fingers darted： 〃We suspect a heart…pulsion but are not yet certain。 The autopsies aren't pleted。 I thought you should know about this thing of Jacurutu； however； and came immediately。〃
〃My Duke and I always thought Jacurutu an interesting legend probably based on fact；〃 Jessica's fingers said； and she ignored the usual tug of sorrow as she spoke of her long…dead love。
〃Do you have orders？〃 Halleck asked； speaking aloud。
Jessica answered in kind； telling him to return to the landing field and report when he had positive information； but her fingers conveyed another message： 〃Resume contact with your friends among the smugglers。 If Jacurutu exists； they'll support themselves by selling spice。 There'd be no other market for them except the smugglers。〃
Halleck bowed his head briefly while his fingers said： 〃I've already set this course in motion； My Lady。〃 And because he could not ignore the training of a lifetime； added： 〃Be very careful in this place。 Alia is your enemy and most of the priesthood belongs to her。〃
〃Not Javid；〃 Jessica's fingers responded。 〃He hates the Atreides。 I doubt anyone but an adept could detect it； but I'm positive of it。 He conspires and Alia doesn't know of it。〃
〃I'm assigning additional guards to your person；〃 Halleck said； speaking aloud； avoiding the light spark of displeasure which Jessica's eyes betrayed。 〃There are dangers； I'm certain。 Will you spend the night here？〃
〃We'll go later to Sietch Tabr；〃 she said and hesitated； on the point of telling him not to send more guards； but she held her silence。 Gurney's instincts were to be trusted。 More than one Atreides had learned this； both to his pleasure and his sorrow。 〃I have one more meeting with the Master of Novitiates this time；〃 she said。 〃That's the last one and I'll be happily shut of this place。〃
And I beheld another beast ing up out of the sand； and he had two horns like a lamb； but his mouth was fanged and fiery as the dragon and his body shimmered and burned with great heat while it did hiss like the serpent。
…Revised Orange Catholic Bible
He called himself The Preacher； and there had e to be an awesome fear among many on Arrakis that he might be Muad'Dib returned from the desert； not dead at all。 Muad'Dib could be alive； for who had seen his body？ For that matter； who saw any body that the desert took？ But still Muad'Dib？ Points of parison could be made； although no one from the old days came forward and said： 〃Yes； I see that this is Muad'Dib。 I know him。〃
Still。。。Like Muad'Dib； The Preacher was blind； his eye sockets black and scarred in a way that could have been done by a stone burner。 And his voice conveyed that crackling penetration； that same pelling force which demanded a response from deep within you。 Many remarked this。 He was lean； this Preacher； his leathery face seamed； his hair grizzled。 But the deep desert did that to many people。 You had only to look about you and see this proven。 And there was another fact for contention： The Preacher was led by a young Fremen； a lad without known sietch who said； when questioned； that he worked for hire。 It was argued that Muad'Dib； knowing the future； had not needed such a guide except at the very end； when his grief overcame him。 But he'd needed a guide then； everyone knew it。
The Preacher had appeared one winter morning in the streets of Arrakeen； a brown and ridge…veined hand on the shoulder of his young guide。 The lad； who gave his name as Assan Tariq； moved through the flint…smelling dust of the early swarming； leading his charge with the practiced agility of the warren…born； never once losing contact。
It was observed that the blind man wore a traditional bourka over a stillsuit which bore the mark about it of