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and went through the door。 The servant would file a plete report later； but Farad'n； his curiosity once more fully aroused； touched another switch on his console； watched as Idaho entered the sitting room of the Lady Jessica's quarters。
How calm and contained the mentat appeared。 And how fathomless were his ghola eyes。
Above all else； the mentat must be a generalist； not a specialist。 It is wise to have decisions of great moment monitored by generalists。 Experts and specialists lead you quickly into chaos。 They are a source of useless nit picking； the ferocious quibble over a ma。 The mentat…generalist； on the other hand； should bring to decision…making a healthy mon sense。 He must not cut himself off from the broad sweep of what is happening in his universe。 He must remain capable of saying： 〃There's no real mystery about this at the moment。 This is what we want now。 It may prove wrong later； but we'll correct that when we e to it。〃 The mentat…generalist must understand that anything which we can identify as our universe is merely part of larger phenomena。 But the expert looks backward； he looks into the narrow standards of his own specialty。 The generalist looks outward； he looks for living principles； knowing full well that such principles change； that they develop。 It is to the characteristics of change itself that the mentat…generalist must look。 There can be no permanent catalogue of such change； no handbook or manual。 You must look at it with as few preconceptions as possible； asking yourself： 〃Now what is this thing doing？〃
…The Mentat Handbook
It was the day of the Kwisatz Haderach； the first Holy Day of those who followed Muad'Dib。 It recognized the deified Paul Atreides as that person who was everywhere simultaneously； the male Bene Gesserit who mingled both male and female ancestry in an inseparable power to bee the One…with…All。 The faithful called this day Ayil； the Sacrifice； to memorate the death which made his presence 〃real in all places。〃
The Preacher chose the early morning of this day to appear once more in the plaza of Alia's temple； defying the order for his arrest which everyone knew had been issued。 The delicate truce prevailed between Alia's Priesthood and those desert tribes which had rebelled； but the presence of this truce could be felt as a tangible thing which moved everyone in Arrakeen with uneasiness。 The Preacher did not dispel that mood。
It was the twenty…eighth day of official mourning for Muad'Dib's son； six days following the memorial rite at Old Pass which had been delayed by the rebellion。 Even the fighting had not stopped the Hajj； though。 The Preacher knew the plaza would be heavily thronged on this day。 Most pilgrims tried to time their stay on Arrakis to cross Ayil； 〃to feel then the Holy Presence of the Kwisatz Haderach on His day。〃
The Preacher entered the plaza at first light； finding the place already thronging with the faithful。 He kept a hand lightly on the shoulder of his young guide； sensing the cynical pride in the lad's walk。 Now； when the Preacher approached； people noticed every nuance of his behavior。 Such attention was not entirely distasteful to the young guide。 The Preacher merely accepted it as a necessity。
Taking his stance on the third of the Temple's steps。 The Preacher waited for the hush to e。 When silence had spread like a wave through the throng and the hurrying footsteps of others e to listen could be heard at the plaza's limits； he cleared his throat。 It was still morning…cold around him and lights had not yet e down into the plaza from the building tops。 He felt the grey hush of the great square as he began to speak。
〃I have e to give homage and to preach in the memory of Leto Atreides II；〃 he said； calling out in that strong voice so reminiscent of a wormsman from the desert。 〃I do it in passion for all who suffer。 I say to you what the dead Leto has learned； that tomorrow has not yet happened and may never happen。 This moment here is the only observable time and place for us in our universe。 I tell you to savor this moment and understand what it teaches。 I tell you to learn that a government's growth and its death are apparent in the growth and death of its citizens。〃
A disturbed murmur passed through the plaza。 Did he mock the death of Leto II？ They wondered if Priest Guards would rush out now and arrest The Preacher。
Alia knew there would be no such interruption of The Preacher。 It was her order that he be left unmolested on this day。 She had disguised herself in a good stillsuit with a moisture mask to conceal her nose and mouth； and a mon hooded robe to hide her hair。 She stood in the second row beneath The Preacher； watching him carefully。 Was this Paul？ The years might have changed him thus。 And he had always been superb with Voice； a fact which made it difficult to identify him by his speech。 Still； this Preacher made his voice do what he wanted。 Paul could not have done it better。 She felt that she had to know his identity before she could act against him。 How his words dazzled her！
She sensed no irony in The Preacher's statement。 He was using the seductive attraction of definite sentences uttered with a driving sincerity。 People might stumble only momentarily at his meanings； realizing that he had meant them to stumble； teaching them in this fashion。 Indeed； he picked up the crowd's response； saying： 〃Irony often masks the inability to think beyond one's assumptions。 I am not being ironic。 Ghanima has said to you that the blood of her brother cannot be washed off。 I concur。
〃It will be said that Leto has gone where his father went； has done what his father did。 Muad'Dib's Church says he chose in behalf of his own humanity a course which might appear absurd and foolhardy； but which history will validate。 That history is being rewritten even now。
〃I say to you that there is another lesson to be learned from these lives and their endings。〃
Alia； alert to every nuance； asked herself why The Preacher said endings instead of deaths。 Was he saying that one or both were not truly dead？ How could that be？ A Truthsayer had confirmed Ghanima's story。 What was this Preacher doing； then？ Was he making a statement of myth or reality？
〃Note this other lesson well！〃 The Preacher thundered； lifting his arms。 〃If you would possess your humanity； let go of the universe！〃
He lowered his arms； pointed his empty sockets directly at Alia。 He seemed to be speaking intimately to her； an action so obvious that several around her turned to peer inquiringly in her direction。 Alia shivered at the power in him。 This could be Paul。 It could！
〃But I realize that humans cannot bear very much reality；〃 he said。 〃Most lives are a flight from selfhood。 Most prefer the truths of the stable。 You stick your heads into the stanchions and munch contentedly until you die。 Others use you for their purposes。 Not once do you live outside the stable to lift your head and be your own creature。 Muad'Dib came to tell you about that。 Without understanding his message； you cannot revere him！〃
Some in the throng； possibly a Priest in disguise； could stand no more。 His hoarse male voice was lifted in a shout： 〃You don't live the l