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xual equality had e out of the desert to persist in Fremen town and city； but social differences between male and female already were making themselves felt。 That； too； went according to plan。 Divide and weaken。 Alia could sense the subtle change in the way the two Fremen watched those off…planet women and their exotic dance。
Let them watch。 Let them fill their minds with ghafla。
The louvers of Alia's window had been opened and she could feel a sharp increase in the heat which began about sunrise in this season and would peak in mid…afternoon。 The temperature on the stone floor of the plaza would be much higher。 It would be unfortable for those dancers； but still they whirled and bent； swung their arms and their hair in the frenzy of their dedication。 They had dedicated their dance to Alia； the Womb of Heaven。 An aide had e to whisper this to Alia； sneering at the off…world women and their peculiar ways。 The aide had explained that the women were from lx； where remnants of the forbidden science and technology remained。
Alia sniffed。 Those women were as ignorant； as superstitious and backward as the desert Fremen。。。just as that sneering aide had said； trying to curry favor by reporting the dedication of the dance。 And neither the aide nor the Ixians even knew that Ix was merely a number in a forgotten language。
Laughing lightly to herself； Alia thought： Let them dance。 The dancing wasted energy which might be put to more destructive uses。 And the music was pleasant； a thin wailing played against flat tympani from gourd drums and clapped hands。
Abruptly the music was drowned beneath a roaring of many voices from the plaza's far side。 The dancers missed a step； recovered in a brief confusion； but they had lost their sensuous singleness； and even their attention wandered to the far gate of the plaza； where a mob could be seen spreading onto the stones like water rushing through the opened valve of a qanat。
Alia stared at that oning wave。
She heard words now； and one above all others： 〃Preacher！ Preacher！〃
Then she saw him； striding with the first spread of the wave； one hand on the shoulder of his young guide。
The pilgrim dancers gave up their whirling； retired to the terraced steps below Alia。 They were joined by their audience； and Alia sensed awe in the watchers。 Her own emotion was fear。
How dare he！
She half turned to summon guards； but second thoughts stopped her。 The mob already filled the plaza。 They could turn ugly if thwarted in their obvious desire to hear the blind visionary。
Alia clenched her fists。
The Preacher！ Why was Paul doing this？ To half the population he was a 〃desert madman〃 and； therefore； sacred。 Others whispered in the bazaars and shops that it must be Muad'Dib。 Why else did the Mahdinate let him speak such angry heresy？
Alia could see refugees among the mob； remnants from the abandoned sietches； their robes in tatters。 That would be a dangerous place down there； a place where mistakes could be made。
〃Mistress？〃
The voice came from behind Alia。 She turned； saw Zia standing in the arched doorway to the outer chamber。 Armed House Guards were close behind her。
〃Yes； Zia？〃
〃My Lady； Farad'n is out here requesting audience。〃
〃Here？ In my chambers？〃
〃Yes； My Lady。〃
〃Is he alone？〃
〃Two bodyguards and the Lady Jessica。〃
Alia put a hand to her throat； remembering her last encounter with her mother。 Times had changed； though。 New conditions ruled their relationship。
〃How impetuous he is；〃 Alia said。 〃What reason does he give？〃
〃He has heard about。。。〃 Zia pointed to the window over the plaza。 〃He says he was told you have the best vantage。〃
Alia frowned。 〃Do you believe this； Zia？〃
〃No； My Lady。 I think he has heard the rumors。 He wants to watch your reaction。〃
〃My mother put him up to this！〃
〃Quite possibly； My Lady。〃
〃Zia； my dear； I want you to carry out a specific set of very important orders for me。 e here。〃
Zia approached to within a pace。 〃My Lady？〃
〃Have Farad'n； his guards； and my mother admitted。 Then prepare to bring Ghanima； She is to be accoutered as a Fremen bride in every detail plete。〃
〃With knife。 My Lady？〃
〃With knife。〃
〃My Lady； that's 〃
〃Ghanima poses no threat to me。〃
〃My Lady； there's reason to believe she fled with Stilgar more to protect him than for any other 〃
〃Zia！〃
〃My Lady？〃
〃Ghanima already has made her plea for Stilgar's life and Stilgar remains alive。〃
〃But she's the heir presumptive！〃
〃Just carry out my orders。 Have Ghanima prepared。 While you're seeing to that； send five attendants from the Temple Priesthood out into the plaza。 They're to invite The Preacher up here。 Have them wait their opportunity and speak to him； nothing more。 They are to use no force。 I want them to issue a polite invitation。 Absolutely no force。 And Zia。。。〃
〃My Lady？〃 How sullen she sounded。
〃The Preacher and Ghanima are to be brought before me simultaneously。 They are to enter together upon my signal。 Do you understand？〃
〃I know the plan； My Lady； but 〃
〃Just do it！ Together。〃 And Alia nodded dismissal to the amazon aide。 As Zia turner and left； Alia said： 〃On your way out； send in Farad'n's party； but see that they're preceded by ten of your most trustworthy people。〃
Zia glanced back but continued leaving the room。 〃It will be done as you mand； My Lady。〃
Alia turned away to peer out the window。 In just a few minutes the plan would bear its bloody fruit。 And Paul would be here when his daughter delivered the coup de grace to his holy pretensions。 Alia heard Zia's guard detachment entering。 It would be over soon。 All over。 She looked down with a swelling sense of triumph as The Preacher took his stance on the first step。 His youthful guide squatted beside him。 Alia saw the yellow robes of Temple Priests waiting on the left； held back by the press of the crowd。 They were experienced with crowds； however。 They'd find a way to approach their target。 The Preacher's voice boomed out over the plaza； and the mob waited upon his words with rapt attention。 Let them listen！ Soon his words would be made to mean other things than he intended。 And there'd be no Preacher around to protest。
She heard Farad'n's party enter； Jessica's voice。 〃Alia？〃
Without turning Alia said： 〃Wele； Prince Farad'n； mother。 e and enjoy the show。〃 She glanced back then； saw the big Sardaukar； Tyekanik； scowling at her guards who were blocking the way。 〃But this isn't hospitable。〃 Alia said。 〃Let them approach。〃 Two of her guards； obviously acting on Zia's orders； came up to her and stood between her and the others。 The other guards moved aside。 Alia backed to the right side of the window； motioned to it。 〃This is truly the best vantage point。〃
Jessica； wearing her traditional black aba robe； glared at Alia； escorted Farad'n to the window； but stood between him and Alia's guards。
〃This is very kind of you； Lady Alia；〃 Farad'n said。 〃I've heard so much about this Preacher。〃
〃And there he is in the flesh；〃 Alia said。 She saw that Farad'n wore the dress grey of a Sardaukar mander without decorations。 He moved with a lean grace which Alia admired。 Perhaps there would be