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〃The Regency handles its Imperial duties quite well；〃 Stilgar said。 〃When you e of age 〃
〃I am of age！ I'm the oldest person here！ You're a puling infant beside me。 I can remember times more than fifty centuries past。 Hah！ I can even remember when we Fremen were on Thurgrod。〃
〃Why do you play with such fancies？〃 Stilgar demanded； his tone peremptory。
Leto nodded to himself。 Why indeed？ Why recount his memories of those other centuries？ Today's Fremen were his immediate problem； most of them still only half…tamed savages； prone to laugh at unlucky innocence。
〃The crysknife dissolves at the death of its owner；〃 Leto said。 〃Muad'Dib has dissolved。 Why are the Fremen still alive？〃
It was one of those abrupt thought changes which so confounded Stilgar。 He found himself temporarily dumb。 Such words contained meaning； but their intent eluded him。
〃I am expected to be Emperor； but I must be the servant；〃 Leto said。 He glanced across his shoulder at Stilgar。 〃My grandfather for whom I was named added new words to his coat of arms when he came here to Dune： 'Here I am； here I remain。' 〃
〃He had no choice；〃 Stilgar said。
〃Very good； Stil。 Nor have I any choice。 I should be the Emperor by birth； by the fitness of my understanding； by all that has gone into me。 I even know what the Imperium requires： good government。〃
〃Naib has an ancient meaning；〃 Stilgar said。 〃It is 'servant of the Sietch。' 〃
〃I remember your training； Stil；〃 Leto said。 〃For proper government； the tribe must have ways to choose men whose lives reflect the way a government should behave。〃
From the depths of his Fremen soul； Stilgar said： 〃You'll assume the Imperial Mantle if it's meet。 First you must prove that you can behave in the fashion of a ruler！〃
Unexpectedly； Leto laughed。 Then： 〃Do you doubt my sincerity； Stil？〃
〃Of course not。〃
〃My birthright？〃
〃You are who you are。〃
〃And if I do what is expected of me； that is the measure of my sincerity； eh？〃
〃It is the Fremen practice。〃
〃Then I cannot have inner feelings to guide my behavior？〃
〃I don't understand what 〃
〃If I always behave with propriety； no matter what it costs me to suppress my own desires； then that is the measure of me。〃
〃Such is the essence of self…control； youngster。〃
〃Youngster！〃 Leto shook his head。 〃Ahhh； Stil； you provide me with the key to a rational ethic of government。 I must be constant； every action rooted in the traditions of the past。〃
〃That is proper。〃
〃But my past goes deeper than yours！〃
〃What difference 〃
〃I have no first person singular； Stil。 I am a multiple person with memories of traditions more ancient than you could imagine。 That's my burden； Stil。 I'm past…directed。 I'm abrim with innate knowledge which resists newness and change。 Yet Muad'Dib changed all this。〃 He gestured at the desert； his arm sweeping to enpass the Shield Wall behind him。
Stilgar turned to peer at the Shield Wall。 A village had been built beneath the wall since Muad'Dib's time； houses to shelter a planetology crew helping spread plant life into the desert。 Stilgar stared at the man…made intrusion into the landscape。 Change？ Yes。 There was an alignment to the village； a trueness which offended him。 He stood silently； ignoring the itching of grit particles under his stillsuit。 That village was an offense against the thing this planet had been。 Suddenly Stilgar wanted a circular howling of wind to leap over the dunes and obliterate that place。 The sensation left him trembling。
Leto said： 〃Have you noticed； Stil； that the new stillsuits are of sloppy manufacture？ Our water loss is too high。〃
Stilgar stopped himself on the point of asking： Have I not said it？ Instead he said： 〃Our people grow increasingly dependent upon the pills。〃
Leto nodded。 The pills shifted body temperature； reduced water loss。 They were cheaper and easier than stillsuits。 But they inflicted the user with other burdens； among them a tendency to slowed reaction time； occasional blurred vision。
〃Is that why we came out here？〃 Stilgar asked。 〃To discuss stillsuit manufacture？〃
〃Why not？〃 Leto asked。 〃Since you will not face what I must talk about。〃
〃Why must I beware of your aunt？〃 Anger edged his voice。
〃Because she plays upon the old Fremen desire to resist charge； yet would bring more terrible change than you can imagine。〃
〃You make much out of little！ She's a proper Fremen。〃
〃Ahhh； then the proper Fremen holds to the ways of the past and I have an ancient past。 Stil； were I to give free reign to this inclination； I would demand a closed society； pletely dependent upon the sacred ways of the past。 I would control migration； explaining that this fosters new ideas； and new ideas are a threat to the entire structure of life。 Each little planetary polis would go its own way； being what it would。 Finally the Empire would shatter under the weight of its differences。〃
Stilgar tried to swallow in a dry throat。 These were words which Muad'Dib might have produced。 They had his ring to them。 They were paradox； frightening。 But if one allowed any change。。。He shook his head。
〃The past may show the right way to behave if you live in the past； Stil； but circumstances change。〃
Stilgar could only agree that circumstances did change。 How must one behave then？ He looked beyond Leto； seeing the desert and not seeing it。 Muad'Dib had walked there。 The flat was a place of golden shadows as the sun climbed； purple shadows； gritty rivulets crested in dust vapors。 The dust fog which usually hung over Habbanya Ridge was visible in the far distance now； and the desert between presented his eyes with dunes diminishing； one curve into another。 Through the smoky shimmer of heat he saw the plants which crept out from the desert edge。 Muad'Dib had caused life to sprout in that desolate place。 Copper； gold； red flowers； yellow flowers； rust and russet； grey…green leaves； spikes and harsh shadows beneath bushes。 The motion of the day's heat set shadows quivering； vibrating in the air。
Presently Stilgar said： 〃I am only a leader of Fremen； you are the son of a Duke。〃
〃Not knowing what you said； you said it；〃 Leto said。
Stilgar scowled。 Once； long ago； Muad'Dib had chided him thus。
〃You remember it； don't you； Stil？〃 Leto asked。 〃We were under Habbanya Ridge and the Sardaukar captain remember him： Aramsham？ He killed his friend to save himself。 And you warned several times that day about preserving the lives of Sardaukar who'd seen our secret ways。 Finally you said they would surely reveal what they'd seen； they must be killed。 And my father said： 'Not knowing what you said； you said it。' And you were hurt。 You told him you were only a simple leader of Fremen。 Dukes must know more important things。〃
Stilgar stared down at Leto。 We were under Habbanya Ridge！ We！ This。。。this child； not even conceived on that day； knew what had taken place in exact detail； the kind of detail which could only be known to someone who had been there。 It was only another proof that these Atreides children could not be judged by ordinary standards。
〃Now you will listen to me；〃 Leto said。 〃If I die or disappear in the desert； you are to flee from Sietch Ta