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Jessica shuddered。 〃Terrible story。 Terrible。〃
〃What must we do？〃 Ghanima asked。 〃I fear to search all of my memories； all of my lives。。。〃
〃Ghani！ I warn you against that。 You mustn't risk 〃
〃It may happen even if I don't risk it。 How do we know what really happened to Alia？〃
〃No！ You could be spared that。。。that possession。〃 She ground the word out。 〃Well。。。Jacurutu； is it？ I've sent Gurney to find the place if it exists。〃
〃But how can he。。。Oh！ Of course： the smugglers。〃
Jessica found herself silenced by this further example of how Ghanima's mind worked in concert with what must be an inner awareness of others。 Of me！ How truly strange it was； Jessica thought； that this young flesh could carry all of Paul's memories； at least until the moment of Paul's spermal separation from his own past。 It was an invasion of privacy against which something primal in Jessica rebelled。 Momentarily she felt herself sinking into the absolute and unswerving Bene Gesserit judgment： Abomination！ But there was a sweetness about this child； a willingness to sacrifice for her brother； which could not be denied。
We are one life reaching out into a dark future； Jessica thought。 We are one blood。 And she girded herself to accept the events which she and Gurney Halleck had set in motion。 Leto must be separated from his sister； must be trained as the Sisterhood insisted。
I hear the wind blowing across the desert and I see the moons of a winter night rising tike great ships in the void。 To them I make my vow： I will be resolute and make an art of government； I will balance my inherited past and bee a perfect storehouse of my relic memories。 And I will be known for kindliness more than for knowledge。 My face will shine down the corridors of time for as long as humans exist。
…Leto's Vow； After Harq al…Ada
When she had been quite young； Alia Atreides had practiced for hours in the prana…bindu trance； trying to strengthen her own private personality against the onslaught of all those others。 She knew the problem melange could not be escaped in a sietch warren。 It infested everything： food； water； air； even the fabrics against which she cried at night。 Very early she recognized the uses of the sietch orgy where the tribe drank the death…water of a worm。 In the orgy； Fremen released the accumulated pressures of their own genetic memories； and they denied those memories。 She saw her panions being temporarily possessed in the orgy。
For her； there was no such release； no denial。 She had possessed full consciousness long before birth。 With that consciousness came a cataclysmic awareness of her circumstances： womb…locked into intense； inescapable contact with the personas of all her ancestors and of those identities death…transmitted in spice…tau to the Lady Jessica。 Before birth； Alia had contained every bit of the knowledge required in a Bene Gesserit Reverend Mother plus much； much more from all those others。
In that knowledge lay recognition of a terrible reality Abomination。 The totality of that knowledge weakened her。 The pre…born did not escape。 Still she'd fought against the more terrifying of her ancestors； winning for a time a Pyrrhic victory which had lasted through childhood。 She'd known a private personality； but it had no immunity against casual intrusions from those who lived their reflected lives through her。
Thus will I be one day； she thought。 This thought chilled her。 To walk and dissemble through the life of a child from her own loins； intruding； grasping at consciousness to add a quantum of experience。
Fear stalked her childhood。 It persisted into puberty。 She had fought it； never asking for help。 Who would understand the help she required？ Not her mother； who could never quite drive away that specter of Bene Gesserit judgment： the pre…born were Abomination。
There had e that night when her brother walked alone into the desert seeking death； giving himself to Shai…Hulud as blind Fremen were supposed to do。 Within the month； Alia had been married to Paul's swordmaster； Duncan Idaho； a mentat brought back from the dead by the arts of the Tleilaxu。 Her mother fled back to Caladan。 Paul's twins were Alia's legal charge。
And she controlled the Regency。
Pressures of responsibility had driven the old fears away and she had been wide open to the inner lives； demanding their advice； plunging into spice trance in search of guiding visions。
The crisis came on a day like many others in the spring month of Laab； a clear morning at Muad'Dib's Keep with a cold wind blowing down from the pole。 Alia still wore the yellow for mourning； the color of the sterile sun。 More and more these past few weeks she'd been denying the inner voice of her mother； who tended to sneer at preparation for the ing Holy Days to be centered on the Temple。
The inner…awareness of Jessica faded； faded。。。sinking away at last with a faceless demand that Alia would be better occupied working on the Atreides Law。 New lives began to clamor for their moment of consciousness。 Alia felt that she had opened a bottomless pit； and faces arose out of it like a swarm of locusts； until she came at last to focus on one who was like a beast： the old Baron Harkonnen。 In terrified outrage she had screamed out against all of that inner clamor； winning a temporary silence。
On this morning； Alia took her pre…breakfast walk through the Keep's roof garden。 In a new attempt to win the inner battle； she tried to hold her entire awareness within Choda's admonition to the Zensunni：
〃Leaving the ladder； one may fall upward！〃
But morning's glow along the cliffs of the Shield Wall kept distracting her。 Plantings of resilient fuzz…grass filled the garden's pathways。 When she looked away from the Shield Wall she saw dew on the grass； the catch of all the moisture which had passed here in the night。 It reflected her own passage as of a multitude。
That multitude made her giddy。 Each reflection carried the imprint of a face from the inner multitude。
She tried to focus her mind on what the grass implied。 The presence of plentiful dew told her how far the ecological transformation had progressed on Arrakis。 The climate of these northern latitudes was growing warmer； atmospheric carbon dioxide was on the increase。 She reminded herself how many new hectares would be put under green plants in the ing year and it required thirty…seven thousand cubic feet of water to irrigate just one hectare。
Despite every attempt at mundane thoughts； she could not drive away the sharklike circling of all those others within her。
She put her hands to her forehead and pressed。
Her temple guards had brought her a prisoner to judge at sunset the previous day： one Essas Paymon； a dark little man ostensibly in the pay of a house minor； the Nebiros； who traded in holy artifacts and small manufactured items for decoration。 Actually Paymon was known to be a CHOAM spy whose task was to assess the yearly spice crop。 Alia had been on the point of sending him into the dungeons when he'd protested loudly 〃the injustice of the Atreides。〃 That could have brought him an immediate sentence of death on the hanging tripod； but Alia had been caught by his bold