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〃To exist is to stand out； away from the background；〃 The Preacher said。 〃You aren't thinking or really existing unless you're willing to risk even your own sanity in the judgment of your existence。〃
Stepping down。 The Preacher once more took Alia's arm no faltering or hesitation。 He was gentler this time； though。 Leaning close； he pitched his voice for her ears alone； said： 〃Stop trying to pull me once more into the background； sister。〃
Then； hand on his young guide's shoulder； he stepped into the throng。 Way was made for the strange pair。 Hands reached out to touch The Preacher； but people reached with an awesome tenderness； fearful of what they might find beneath that dusty Fremen robe。
Alia stood alone in her shock as the throng moved out behind The Preacher。
Certainty filled her。 It was Paul。 No doubt remained。 It was her brother。 She felt what the crowd felt。 She had stood in the sacred presence and now her universe tumbled all about her。 She wanted to run after him； pleading for him to save her from herself； but she could not move。 While others pressed to follow The Preacher and his guide； she stood intoxicated with an absolute despair； a distress so deep that she could only tremble with it； unable to mand her own muscles。
What will I do？ What will I do？ she asked herself。
Now she did not even have Duncan to lean upon； nor her mother。 The inner lives remained silent。 There was Ghanima； held securely under guard within the Keep； but Alia could not bring herself to take this distress to the surviving twin。
Everyone has turned against me。 What can I do？
The one…eyed view of our universe says you must not look far afield for problems。 Such problems may never arrive。 Instead； tend to the wolf within your fences。 The packs ranging outside may not even exist。
…The Azhar Book； Shamra I：4
Jessica awaited Idaho at the window of her sitting room。 It was a fortable room with soft divans and old…fashioned chairs。 There wasn't a suspensor in any of her rooms； and the glowglobes were crystal from another age。 Her window overlooked a courtyard garden one story down。
She heard the servant open the door； then the sound of Idaho's footsteps on the wood floor； then on the carpet。 She listened without turning； kept her gaze upon the dappled light of the courtyard's green floor。 The silent； fearful warfare of her emotions must be suppressed now。 She took the deep breaths of her prana…bindu training； felt the outflow of enforced calmness。
The high sun threw its searchlight along a dustbeam into the courtyard； highlighting the silver wheel of a spiderweb stretched in the branches of a linden tree which reached almost to her window。 It was cool within her quarters； but outside the sealed window there was air which trembled with petrified heat。 Castle Corrino sat in a stagnant place which belied the greens in her courtyard。
She heard Idaho stop directly behind her。
Without turning； she said： 〃The gift of words is the gift of deception and illusion； Duncan。 Why do you wish words with me？〃
〃It may be that only one of us will survive；〃 he said。
〃And you wish me to make a good report of your efforts？〃 She turned； saw how calmly he stood there； watching her with those grey metal eyes which held no center of focus。 How blank they were！
〃Duncan； is it possible that you're jealous of your place in history？〃
She spoke accusingly and remembered as she spoke that other time when she'd confronted this man。 He'd been drunk then； set to spy upon her； and was torn by conflicting obligations。 But that had been a pre…ghola Duncan。 This was not the same man at all。 This one was not divided in his actions； not torn。
He proved her summation by smiling。 〃History holds its own court and delivers its own judgments；〃 he said。 〃I doubt that I'll be concerned when my judgment's handed down。〃
〃Why are you here？〃 she asked。
〃For the same reason you're here； My Lady。〃
No outward sign betrayed the shocking power of those simple words； but she reflected at a furious pace： Does he really know why I'm here？ How could he？ Only Ghanima knew。 Then had he enough data for a mentat putation？ That was possible。 And what if he said something to give her away？ Would he do that if he shared her reason for being here？ He must know their every movement； every word was being spied upon by Farad'n or his servants。
〃House Atreides has e to a bitter crossroads；〃 she said。 〃Family turned against itself。 You were among my Duke's most loyal men； Duncan。 When the Baron Harkonnen 〃
〃Let us not speak of Harkonnens；〃 he said； 〃That was another age and your Duke is dead。〃 And he wondered： Can't she guess that Paul revealed the Harkonnen blood in the Atreides？ What a risk that had been for Paul； but it had bound Duncan Idaho even more firmly to him。 The trust in the revelation had been a coin almost too great to imagine。 Paul had known what the Baron's people had done to Idaho。
〃House Atreides is not dead；〃 Jessica said。
〃What is House Atreides？〃 he asked。 〃Are you House Atreides？ Is it Alia？ Ghanima？ Is it the people who serve this House？ I look at those people and they bear the stamp of a travail beyond words！ How can they be Atreides？ Your son said it rightly： 'Travail and persecution are the lot of all who follow me。' I would break myself away from that； My Lady。〃
〃Have you really gone over to Farad'n？〃
〃Isn't that what you've done； My Lady？ Didn't you e here to convince Farad'n that a marriage to Ghanima would solve all of our problems？〃
Does he really think that？ she wondered。 Or is he talking for the watchful spies？
〃House Atreides has always been essentially an idea；〃 she said。 〃You know that； Duncan。 We bought loyalty with loyalty。〃
〃Service to the people；〃 Idaho sneered。 〃Ahhh； many's the time I've heard your Duke say it。 He must lie uneasy in his grave； My Lady。〃
〃Do you really think us fallen that low？〃
〃My lady； did you not know that there are Fremen rebels they call themselves 'Marquis of the Inner Desert' who curse House Atreides and even Muad'Dib？〃
〃I heard Farad'n's report；〃 she said； wondering where he was leading this conversation and to what point。
〃More than that； My Lady。 More than Farad'n's report。 I've heard their curse myself。 Here's the way of it： 'Burning be on you； Atreides！ You shall have no souls； nor spirits； nor bodies； nor shades nor magic nor bones； nor hair nor utterances nor words。 You shall have no grave； nor house nor hole nor tomb。 You shall have no garden； nor tree nor bush。 You shall have no water； nor bread nor light nor fire。 You shall have no children； nor family nor heirs nor tribe。 You shall have no head； nor arms nor legs nor gait nor seed。 You shall have no seats on any planet。 Your souls shall not be permitted to e up from the depths； and they shall never be among those permitted to live upon the earth。 On no day shall you behold Shai…Hulud； but you shall be bound and fettered in the nethermost abomination and your souls shall never enter into the glorious light for ever and ever。' That's the way of the curse； My Lady。 Can you imagine such hatred from Fremen？ They consign all Atreides to the left hand of the damned； to the Woma