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〃Only my mon sense；〃 she said。
〃Why？ Do you fear you're making a mistake？〃
She glanced up at him。 〃You were always the best 'thopter pilot in our service； Duncan。〃
This did not amuse him。 He stepped ahead of her； moving swiftly； retracing the way he'd e。 Al…Fali fell into step beside Jessica。 〃How did you know he came by 'thopter？〃
〃He wears no stillsuit；〃 Jessica said。
Al…Fali appeared abashed by this obvious perception。 He would not be silenced； though。 〃Our messenger brought him here directly from Stilgar's。 They could've been seen。〃
〃Were you seen； Duncan？〃 Jessica asked Idaho's back。
〃You know better than that；〃 he said。 〃We flew lower than the dune tops。〃
They turned into a side passage which led downward in spiral steps； debouching finally into an open chamber well…lighted by glowglobes high in the brown rock。 A single ornithopter sat facing the far wall； crouched there like an insect waiting to spring。 The wall would be false rock； then a door opening onto the desert。 As poor as this sietch was； it still maintained the instruments of secrecy and mobility。
Idaho opened the ornithopter's door for her； helped her into the right…hand seat。 As she moved past him； she saw perspiration on his forehead where a lock of the black goat…hair lay tumbled。 Unbidden； Jessica found herself recalling that head spouting blood in a noisy cavern。 The steely marbles of the Tleilaxu eyes brought her out of that recollection。 Nothing was as it seemed anymore。 She busied herself fastening her seatbelt。
〃It's been along time since you've flown me； Duncan；〃 she said。
〃Long and far time；〃 he said。 He was already checking the controls。
Al…Fali and the two younger Fremen waited beside the controls to the false rock； prepared to open it。
〃Do you think I harbor doubts about you？〃 Jessica asked； speaking softly to Idaho。
Idaho kept his attention on an engine instrument； ignited the impellers and watched a needle move。 A smile touched his mouth； a quick and harsh gesture in his sharp features； gone as quickly as it had e。
〃I am still Atreides；〃 Jessica said。 〃Alia is not。〃
〃Have no fear；〃 he grated。 〃I still serve the Atreides。〃
〃Alia is no longer Atreides；〃 Jessica repeated。
〃You needn't remind me！〃 he snarled。 〃Now shut up and let me fly this thing。〃
The desperation in his voice was quite unexpected； out of keeping with the Idaho she'd known。 Putting down a renewed sense of fear； Jessica asked： 〃Where are we going； Duncan？ You can tell me now。〃
But he nodded to al…Fali and the false rock opened outward into bright silvery sunlight。 The ornithopter leaped outward and up； its wings throbbing with the effort； the jets roaring； and they mounted into an empty sky。 Idaho set a southwesterly course toward Sahaya Ridge which could be seen as a dark line upon the sand。
Presently he said： 〃Do not think harshly of me； My Lady。〃
〃I haven't thought harshly of you since that night you came into our Arrakeen great hall roaring drunk on spice…beer；〃 she said。 But his words renewed her doubts； and she fell into the relaxed preparedness of plete prana…bindu defense。
〃I remember that night well；〃 he said。 〃I was very young。。。inexperienced。〃
〃But the best swordmaster in my Duke's retinue。〃
〃Not quite； My Lady。 Gurney could best me six times out of ten。〃 He glanced at her。 〃Where is Gurney？〃
〃Doing my bidding。〃
He shook his head。
〃Do you know where we're going？〃 she asked。
〃Yes； My Lady。〃
〃Then tell me。〃
〃Very well。 I promised that I would create a believable plot against House Atreides。 Only one way； really； to do that。〃 He pressed a button on the control wheel and cocoon restraints whipped from Jessica's seat； enfolded her in unbreakable softness； leaving only her head exposed。 〃I'm taking you to Salusa Secundus；〃 he said。 〃To Farad'n。〃
In a rare； uncontrolled spasm； Jessica surged against the restraints； felt them tighten； easing only when she relaxed； but not before she felt the deadly shigawire concealed in the protective sheathing。
〃The shigawire release has been disconnected；〃 he said； not looking at her。 〃Oh yes； and don't try Voice on me。 I've e a long way since the days when you could move me that way。〃 He looked at her。 〃The Tleilaxu armored me against such wiles。〃
〃You're obeying Alia；〃 Jessica said； 〃and she 〃
〃Not Alia；〃 he said。 〃We do The Preacher's bidding。 He wants you to teach Farad'n as once you taught。。。Paul。〃
Jessica remained in frozen silence； remembering Leto's words； that she would find an interesting student。 Presently she said： 〃This Preacher is he my son？〃
Idaho's voice seemed to e from a great distance： 〃I wish I knew。〃
The universe is just there； that's the only way a Fedaykin can view it and remain the master of his senses。 The universe neither threatens nor promises。 It holds things beyond our sway： the fall of a meteor； the eruption of a spiceblow； growing old and dying。 These are the realities of this universe and they must be faced regardless of how you feel about them。 You cannot fend off such realities with words。 They will e at you in their own wordless way and then； then you will understand what is meant by 〃life and death。〃 Understanding this； you will be filled with joy。
…Muad'Dib to his Fedaykin
〃And those are the things we have set in motion；〃 Wensicia said。 〃These things were done for you。〃
Farad'n remained motionless； seated across from his mother in her morning room。 The sun's golden light came from behind him； casting his shadow on the white…carpeted floor。 Light reflected from the wall behind his mother drew a nimbus around her hair。 She wore her usual white robe trimmed in gold reminders of royal days。 Her heart…shaped face appeared posed； but he knew she was watching his every reaction。 His stomach felt empty； although he'd just e from breakfast。
〃You don't approve？〃 Wensicia asked。
〃What is there to disapprove？〃 he asked。
〃Well。。。that we kept this from you until now？〃
〃Oh； that。〃 He studied his mother； tried to reflect upon his plex position in this matter。 He could only think on a thing he had noticed recently； that Tyekanik no longer called her 〃My Princess。〃 What did he call her？ Queen Mother？
Why do I feel a sense of loss？ he wondered。 What am I losing？ The answer was obvious： he was losing his carefree days； time for those pursuits of the mind which so attracted him。 If this plot unfolded by his mother came off； those things would be gone forever。 New responsibilities would demand his attention。 He found that he resented this deeply。 How dared they take such liberties with his time？ And without even consulting him！
〃Out with it；〃 his mother said。 〃Something's wrong。〃
〃What if this plan fails？〃 he asked； saying the first thing that came into his mind。
〃How can it fail？〃
〃I don't know。。。Any plan can fail。 How're you using Idaho in all of this？〃
〃Idaho？ What's this interest in。。。Oh； yes that mystic fellow Tyek brought here without consulting me。 That was wrong of him。 The mystic spoke of Idaho； didn't he？〃
It was a clumsy lie on her part； and Farad'n found himself staring at his mother in wonderment。 She'd known about The Preac