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he Atreides。 You witches move too deeply and darkly for mere mortals ever to trust。〃
〃A ghola considers himself a mere mortal；〃 she jibed。
〃pared to you；〃 he said。
〃Leave！〃 she ordered。
〃Such is my intention。〃 He slipped out the door； passing the curious stare of the servant who'd obviously been listening。
It's done； he thought。 And they can read it in only one way。
Only in the realm of mathematics can you understand Muad'Dib's precise view of the future。 Thus： first； we postulate any number of point…dimensions in space。 （This is the classic n…fold extended aggregate of n dimensions。） With this framework； Time as monly understood bees an aggregate of one…dimensional properties。 Applying this to the Muad'Dib phenomenon； we find that we either are confronted by new properties of Time or （by reduction through the infinity calculus） we are dealing with separate systems which contain n body properties。 For Muad'Dib； we assume the latter。 As demonstrated by the reduction； the point dimensions of the n…fold can only have separate existence within different frameworks of Time。 Separate dimensions of Time are thus demonstrated to coexist。 This being the inescapable case； Muad'Dib's predictions required that he perceive the n…fold not as extended aggregate but as an operation within a single framework。 In effect； he froze his universe into that one framework which was his view of Time。
…Palimbasha： Lectures at Sietch Tabr
Leto lay at the crest of a dune； peering across open sand at a sinuous rock outcropping。 The rock lay like an immense worm atop the sand； flat and threatening in the morning sunlight。 Nothing stirred there。 No bird circled overhead； no animal scampered among the rocks。 He would see the slots of a windtrap almost at the center of the 〃worm's〃 back。 There'd be water here。 The rock…worm held the familiar appearance of a sietch shelter； except for the absence of living things。 He lay quietly； blending with sand； watching。
One of Gurney Halleck's tunes kept flowing through his mind； monotonously persistent：
Beneath the hill where the fox runs lightly；
A dappled sun shines brightly
Where my one love's still。
Beneath the hill in the fennel brake
I spy my love who cannot wake。
He hides in a grave
Beneath the hill。
Where was the entrance to that place？ Leto wondered。
He felt the certainty that this must be Jacurutu/Fondak； but there was something wrong here beyond the lack of animal movement。 Something flickered at the edges of conscious perception； warning him。
What hid beneath the hill？
Lack of animals was bothersome。 It aroused his Fremen sense of caution： The absence says more than the presence when it es to desert survival。 But there was a windtrap。 There would be water and humans to use it。 This was the tabu place which hid behind Fondak's name； its other identity lost even to the memories of most Fremen。 And no birds or animals could be seen there。
No humans yet here the Golden Path began。
His father had once said： 〃There's unknown all around at every moment。 That's where you seek knowledge。〃
Leto glanced out to his right along the dune crests。 There'd been a mother storm recently。 Lake Azrak； the gypsum plain； had been exposed from beneath its sandy cover。 Fremen superstition said that whoever saw the Biyan； the White Lands； was granted a two…edged wish； a wish which might destroy you。 Leto saw only a gypsum plain which told him that open water had existed once here on Arrakis。
As it would exist once more。
He peered upward； swinging his gaze all around in the search for movement。 The sky was porous after the storm。 Light passing through it generated a sensation of milky presence； of a silver sun lost somewhere above the dust veil which persisted in the high altitudes。
Once more Leto brought his attention back to the sinuous rock。 He slipped the binoculars from his Fremkit； focused their motile lenses and peered at the naked greyness； this out…cropping where once the men of Jacurutu had lived。 Amplification revealed a thorn bush； the one called Queen of Night。 The bush nestled in shadows at a cleft which might be an entrance into the old sietch。 He scanned the length of the outcropping。 The silver sun turned reds into grey； casting a diffuse flatness over the long expanse of rock。
He rolled over； turning his back on Jacurutu； scanned the circle of his surroundings through the binoculars。 Nothing in that wilderness preserved the marks of human passage。 The wind already had obliterated his tracks； leaving only a vague roundness where he had dropped from his worm in the night。
Again he looked at Jacurutu。 Except for the windtrap； there was no sign that men had ever passed this way。 And without that sinuous length of rock； there was nothing here to subtract from the bleached sand； a wilderness from horizon to horizon。
Leto felt suddenly that he was in this place because he had refused to be confined in the system which his ancestors bequeathed him。 He thought of how people looked at him； that universal mistake in every glance except Ghanima's。
Except for that ragged mob of other memories； this child was never a child。
I must accept responsibility for the decision we made； he thought。
Once more he scanned the length of rock。 By all the descriptions this had to be Fondak； and no other place could be Jacurutu。 He felt a strange resonant relationship with the tabu of this place。 In the Bene Gesserit Way； he opened his mind to Jacurutu； seeking to know nothing about it。 Knowing was a barrier which prevented learning。 For a few moments he allowed himself merely to resonate； making no demands； asking no questions。
The problem lay within the lack of animal life； but it was a particular thing which alerted him。 He perceived it then： there were no scavenger birds no eagles； no vultures； no hawks。 Even when other life hid； these remained。 Every watering place in this desert held its chain of life。 At the end of the chain were the omnipresent scavengers。 Nothing had e to investigate his presence。 How well he knew the 〃watchdogs of the sietch；〃 that line of crouched birds on the cliff's edge at Tabr； primitive undertakers waiting for flesh。 As the Fremen said： 〃Our petitors。〃 But they said it with no sense of jealousy because questing birds often told when strangers approached。
What if this Fondak has been abandoned even by the smugglers？
Leto paused to drink from one of his catchtubes。
What if there's truly no water here？
He reviewed his position。 He'd run two worms into the sand getting here； riding them with his flail through the night； leaving them half…dead。 This was the Inner Desert where the smugglers' haven was to be found。 If life existed here； if it could exist； it would have to be in the presence of water。
What if there's no water？ What if this isn't Fondak/Jacurutu？
Once more he aimed his binoculars at the windtrap。 Its outer edges were sand…etched； in need of maintenance； but enough of it remained。 There should be water。
But what if there isn't？
An abandoned sietch might lose its water to the air； to any number of catastrophes。 Why were there no scavenger birds？ Killed f