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ch Tabr。 I mand it。 You are to take Ghani and 〃
〃You are not yet my Duke！ You're a。。。a child！〃
〃I'm an adult in a child's flesh；〃 Leto said。 He pointed down to a narrow crack in the rocks below them。 〃If I die here； it will be in that place。 You will see the blood。 You will know then。 Take my sister and 〃
〃I'm doubling your guard；〃 Stilgar said。 〃You're not ing out here again。 We are leaving now and you 〃
〃Stil！ You cannot hold me。 Turn your mind once more to that time at Habbanya Ridge。 Remember？ The factory crawler was out there on the sand and a big Maker was ing。 There was no way to save the crawler from the worm。 And my father was annoyed that he couldn't save that crawler。 But Gurney could think only of the men he'd lost in the sand。 Remember what he said： 'Your father would've been more concerned for the men he couldn't save。' Stil； I charge you to save people。 They're more important than things。 And Ghani is the most precious of all because； without me； she is the only hope for the Atreides。〃
〃I will hear no more；〃 Stilgar said。 He turned and began climbing down the rocks toward the oasis across the sand。 He heard Leto following。 Presently Leto passed him and； glancing back； said： 〃Have you noticed； Stil； how beautiful the young women are this year？〃
The life of a single human； as the life of a family or an entire people； persists as memory。 My people must e to see this as part of their maturing process。 They are people as organism； and in this persistent memory they store more and more experiences in a subliminal reservoir。 Humankind hopes to call upon this material if it is needed for a changing universe。 But much that is stored can be lost in that chance play of accident which we call 〃fate。〃 Much may not be integrated into evolutionary relationships； and thus may not be evaluated and keyed into activity by those ongoing environmental changes which inflict themselves upon flesh。 The species can forget！ This is the special value of the Kwisatz Haderach which the Bene Gesserits never suspected： the Kwisatz Haderach cannot forget。
…The Book of Leto； After Harq al…Ada
Stilgar could not explain it； but he found Leto's casual observation profoundly disturbing。 It ground through his awareness all the way back across the sand to Sietch Tabr； taking precedence over everything else Leto had said out there on The Attendant。
Indeed； the young women of Arrakis were very beautiful that year。 And the young men； too。 Their faces glowed serenely with water…richness。 Their eyes looked outward and far。 They exposed their features often without any pretense of stillsuit masks and the snaking lines of catchtubes。 Frequently they did not even wear stillsuits in the open； preferring the new garments which； as they moved； offered flickering suggestions of the lithe young bodies beneath。
Such human beauty was set off against the new beauty of the landscape。 By contrast with the old Arrakis； the eye could be spellbound by its collision with a tiny clump of green twigs growing among red…brown rocks。 And the old sietch warrens of the cave…metropolis culture； plete with elaborate seals and moisture traps at every entrance； were giving way to open villages built often of mud bricks。 Mud bricks！
Why did I want the village destroyed？ Stilgar wondered； and he stumbled as he walked。
He knew himself to be of a dying breed。 Old Fremen gasped in wonder at the prodigality of their planet water wasted into the air for no more than its ability to mold building bricks。 The water for a single one…family dwelling would keep an entire sietch alive for a year。
The new buildings even had transparent windows to let in the sun's heat and to desiccate the bodies within。 Such windows opened outward。
New Fremen within their mud homes could look out upon their landscape。 They no longer were enclosed and huddling in a sietch。 Where the new vision moved； there also moved the imagination。 Stilgar could feel this。 The new vision joined Fremen to the rest of the Imperial universe； conditioned them to unbounded space。 Once they'd been tied to water…poor Arrakis by their enslavement to its bitter necessities。 They'd not shared that open…mindedness which conditioned inhabitants on most planets of the Imperium。
Stilgar could see the changes contrasting with his own doubts and fears。 In the old days it had been a rare Fremen who even considered the possibility that he might leave Arrakis to begin a new life on one of the water…rich worlds。 They'd not even been permitted the dream of escape。
He watched Leto's moving back as the youth walked ahead。 Leto had spoken of prohibitions against movement off…planet。 Well； that had always been a reality for most other…worlders； even where the dream was permitted as a safety valve。 But planetary serfdom had reached its peak here on Arrakis。 Fremen had turned inward； barricaded in their minds as they were barricaded in their cave warrens。
The very meaning of sietch a place of sanctuary in times of trouble had been perverted here into a monstrous confinement for an entire population。
Leto spoke the truth： Muad'Dib had changed all that。
Stilgar felt lost； He could feel his old beliefs crumbling。 The new outward vision produced life which desired to move away from containment。
〃How beautiful the young women are this year。〃
The old ways （My ways！ he admitted） had forced his people to ignore all history except that which turned inward onto their own travail。 The old Fremen had read history out of their own terrible migrations； their flights from persecution into persecution。 The old planetary government had followed the stated policy of the old Imperium。 They had suppressed creativity and all sense of progress； of evolution。 Prosperity had been dangerous to the old Imperium and its holders of power。
With an abrupt shock； Stilgar realized that these things were equally dangerous to the course which Alia was setting。
Again Stilgar stumbled and fell farther behind Leto。
In the old ways and old religions； there'd been no future； only an endless now。 Before Muad'Dib； Stilgar saw； the Fremen had been conditioned to believe in failure； never in the possibility of acplishment。 Well。。。they'd believed Liet…Kynes； but he'd set a forty…generation timescale。 That was no acplishment； that was a dream which； he saw now； had also turned inward。
Muad'Dib had changed that！
During the Jihad； Fremen had learned much about the old Padishah Emperor； Shaddam IV。 The eighty…first Padishah of House Corrino to occupy the Golden Lion Throne and reign over this Imperium of uncounted worlds had used Arrakis as a testing place for those policies which he hoped to implement in the rest of his empire。 His planetary governors on Arrakis had cultivated a persistent pessimism to bolster their power base。 They'd made sure that everyone on Arrakis； even the free…roaming Fremen； became familiar with numerous cases of injustice and insoluble problems； they had been taught to think of themselves as a helpless people for whom there was no succor。
〃How beautiful the young women are this year！〃
As he watched Leto's retreating back； Stilgar began to wonder how the youth had set these