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Muriz nodded。 〃You came in search of a personal religious awakening？ Good。 You shall have that awakening。〃
The soft…featured man said： 〃If we 〃
Beside him a darker desert Fremen snapped： 〃Be silent； fool！ These are the water stealers。 These are the ones we thought we'd wiped out。〃
〃That old story；〃 the soft…featured captive said。
〃Jacurutu is more than a story；〃 Muriz said。 Once more he gestured to his son。 〃I have presented Assan Tariq。 I am arifa in this place； your only judge。 My son； too； will be trained to detect demons。 The old ways are best。〃
〃That's why we came into the deep desert；〃 the soft…featured man protested。 〃We chose the old way； wandering in 〃
〃With paid guides；〃 Muriz said； gesturing to the darker captives。 〃You would buy your way into heaven？〃 Muriz glanced up at his son。 〃Assan； are you prepared？〃
〃I have reflected long upon that night when men came and murdered our people；〃 Assan said。 His voice projected an uneasy straining。 〃They owe us water。〃
〃Your father gives you six of them；〃 Muriz said。 〃Their water is ours。 Their shades are yours； your guardians forevermore。 Their shades will warn you of demons。 They will be your slaves when you cross over into the alam al…mythal。 What do you say； my son？〃
〃I thank my father；〃 Assan said。 He took a short step forward。 〃I accept manhood among the Cast Out。 This water is our water。〃
As he finished speaking； the youth crossed to the captives。 Starting on the left； he gripped the man's hair and drove the crysknife up under the chin into the brain。 It was skillfully done to spill the minimum blood。 Only the one soft…featured city Fremen protested； squalling as the youth grabbed his hair。 The others spat at Assan Tariq in the old way； saying by this： 〃See how little I value my water when it is taken by animals！〃
When it was done； Muriz clapped his hands once。 Attendants came and began removing the bodies； taking them to the deathstill where they could be rendered for their water。
Muriz arose； looked at his son who stood breathing deeply； watching the attendants remove the bodies。 〃Now you are a man；〃 Muriz said。 〃The water of our enemies will feed slaves。 And； my son。。。〃
Assan Tariq turned an alert and pouncing look upon his father。 The youth's lips were drawn back in a tight smile。
〃The Preacher must not know of this；〃 Muriz said。
〃I understand； father。〃
〃You did it well；〃 Muriz said。 〃Those who stumble upon Shuloch must not survive。〃
〃As you say； father。〃
〃You are trusted with important duties；〃 Muriz said。 〃I am proud of you。〃
A sophisticated human can bee primitive。 What this really means is that the human's way of life changes。 Old values change； bee linked to the landscape with its plants and animals。 This new existence requires a working knowledge of those multiplex and cross…linked events usually referred to as nature。 It requires a measure of respect for the inertial power within such natural systems。 When a human gains this working knowledge and respect； that is called 〃being primitive。〃 The converse； of course； is equally true： the primitive can bee sophisticated； but not without accepting dreadful psychological damage。
…The Leto mentary； After Harq al…Ada
〃How can we be sure？〃 Ghanima asked。 〃This is very dangerous。〃
〃We've tested it before；〃 Leto argued。
〃It may not be the same this time。 What if 〃
〃It's the only way open to us；〃 Leto said。 〃You agree we can't go the way of the spice。〃
Ghanima sighed。 She did not like this thrust and parry of words； but knew the necessity which pressed her brother。 She also knew the fearful source of her own reluctance。 They had but to look at Alia and know the perils of that inner world。
〃Well？〃 Leto asked。
Again she sighed。
They sat cross…legged in one of their private places； a narrow opening from the cave to the cliff where often their mother and father had watched the sun set over the bled。 It was two hours past the evening meal； a time when the twins were expected to exercise their bodies and their minds。 They had chosen to flex their minds。
〃I will try it alone if you refuse to help；〃 Leto said。
Ghanima looked away from him toward the black hangings of the moisture seals which guarded this opening in the rock。 Leto continued to stare out over the desert。
They had been speaking for some time in a language so ancient that even its name remained unknown in these times。 The language gave their thoughts a privacy which no other human could penetrate。 Even Alia； who avoided the intricacies of her inner world； lacked the mental linkages which would allow her to grasp any more than an occasional word。
Leto inhaled deeply； taking in the distinctive furry odor of a Fremen cavern…sietch which persisted in this windless alcove。 The murmurous hubbub of the sietch and its damp heat were absent here； and both felt this as a relief。
〃I agree we need guidance；〃 Ghanima said。 〃But if we 〃
〃Ghani！ We need more than guidance。 We need protection。〃
〃Perhaps there is no protection。〃 She looked directly at her brother； met that gaze in his eyes like the waiting watchfulness of a predator。 His eyes belied the placidity of his features。
〃We must escape possession；〃 Leto said。 He used the special infinitive of the ancient language； a form strictly neutral in voice and tense but profoundly active in its implications。
Ghanima correctly interpreted his argument。
〃Mohw'pwium d'mi hish pash moh'm ka；〃 she intoned。 The capture of my soul is the capture of a thousand souls。
〃Much more than that；〃 he countered。
〃Knowing the dangers； you persist。〃 She made it a statement； not a question。
〃Wabun 'k wabunat！〃 he said。 Rising； thou risest！
He felt his choice as an obvious necessity。 Doing this thing； it were best done actively。 They must wind the past into the present and allow it to unreel into their future。
〃Muriyat；〃 she conceded； her voice low。 It must be done lovingly。
〃Of course。〃 He waved a hand to enpass total acceptance。 〃Then we will consult as our parents did。〃
Ghanima remained silent； tried to swallow past a lump in her throat。 Instinctively she glanced south toward the great open erg which was showing a dim grey pattern of dunes in the last of the day's light。 In that direction her father had gone on his last walk into the desert。
Leto stared downward over the cliff edge at the green of the sietch oasis。 All was dusk down there； but he knew its shapes and colors： blossoms of copper； gold； red； yellow； rust； and russet spread right out to the rock markers which outlined the extent of the qanat…watered plantings。 Beyond the rock markers stretched a stinking band of dead Arrakeen life； killed by foreign plants and too much water； now forming a barrier against the desert。
Presently Ghanima said： 〃I am ready。 Let us begin。〃
〃Yes； damn all！〃 He reached out； touched her arm to soften the exclamation； said； 〃Please； Ghani。。。Sing that song。 It makes this easier for me。〃
Ghanima hitched herself closer to him； circled his waist with her left arm。 She drew in two deep breaths； cleared her throat； and began singing in a clear piping voice the words her mother had so often sung fo