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〃You feel betrayed！〃 the heavy voice said。 Hands turned him around； gently but with an obvious show of strength。 An adult male was telling the child what the odds were。
Leto stared up into the glare from twin floater flares； saw the black outline of a stillsuit…masked face； the hood。 As his eyes adjusted he made out a dark strip of skin； the utterly shadowed eyes of melange addiction。
〃You wonder why we went to all this trouble；〃 the man said。 His voice issued from the shielded lower part of his face with a curious muffled quality； as though he tried to conceal an accent。
〃I long ago ceased to wonder at the numbers of people who want the Atreides twins dead；〃 Leto said。 〃Their reasons are obvious。〃
As he spoke； Leto's mind flung itself against the unknown as against a cage； questing wildly for answers。 A baited trap？ But who had known except Ghanima？ Impossible！ Ghanima wouldn't betray her own brother。 Then did someone know him well enough to predict his actions？ Who？ His grandmother？ How could she？
〃You could not be permitted to go on as you were；〃 the man said。 〃Very bad。 Before ascending the throne； you need to be educated。〃 The whiteless eyes stared down at him。 〃You wonder how one could presume to educate such a person as yourself？ You； with the knowledge of a multitude held there in your memories？ That's just it； you see！ You think yourself educated； but all you are is a repository of dead lives。 You don't yet have a life of your own。 You're just a walking surfeit of others； all with one goal to seek death。 Not good in a ruler； being a death seeker。 You'd strew your surroundings with corpses。 Your father； for example； never understood the 〃
〃You dare speak of him that way？〃
〃Many's the time I've dared it。 He was only Paul Atreides； after all。 Well； boy； wele to your school。〃
The man brought a hand from beneath his robe； touched Leto's cheek。 Leto felt the jolt of a slapshot and found himself winding downward into a darkness where a green flag waved。 It was the green banner of the Atreides with its day and night symbols； its Dune staff which concealed a water tube。 He heard the water gurgling as unconsciousness enfolded him。 Or was it someone chuckling？
We can still remember the golden days before Heisenberg； who showed humans the walls enclosing our predestined arguments。 The lives within me find this amusing。 Knowledge； you see； has no uses without purpose； but purpose is what builds enclosing walls。
…Leto Atreides II； His Voice
Alia found herself speaking harshly to the guards she confronted in the Temple foyer。 There were nine of them in the dusty green uniforms of the suburban patrol； and they were still panting and sweating with their exertions。 The light of late afternoon came in the door behind them。 The area had been cleared of pilgrims。
〃So my orders mean nothing to you？〃 she demanded。
And she wondered at her own anger； not trying to contain it but letting it run。 Her body trembled with unleashed tensions。 Idaho gone。。。the Lady Jessica。。。no reports。。。only rumors that they were on Salusa。 Why hadn't Idaho sent a message？ What had he done？ Had he learned finally about Javid？
Alia wore the yellow of Arrakeen mourning； the color of the burning sun from Fremen history。 In a few minutes she would be leading the second and final funeral procession to Old Gap； there to plete the stone marker for her lost nephew。 The work would be pleted in the night； fitting homage to one who'd been destined to lead Fremen。
The priestly guards appeared defiant in the face of her anger； not shamed at all。 They stood in front of her； outlined by the waning light。 The odor of their perspiration was easily detected through the light and inefficient stillsuits of city dwellers。 Their leader； a tall blond Kaza with the bourka symbols of the Cadelam family； flung his stillsuit mask aside to speak more clearly。 His voice was full of the prideful intonations to be expected from a scion of the family which once had ruled at Sietch Abbir。
〃Certainly we tried to capture him！〃
The man was obviously outraged at her attack。 〃He speaks blasphemy！ We know your orders； but we heard him with our own ears！〃
〃And you failed to catch him；〃 Alia said； her voice low and accusing。
One of the other guards； a short young woman； tried to defend them。 〃The crowds were thick there！ I swear people interfered with us！〃
〃We'll keep after him；〃 the Cadelam said。 〃We'll not always fail。〃
Alia scowled。 〃Why won't you understand and obey me？〃
〃My Lady； we 〃
〃What will you do； scion of the Cade Lamb； if you capture him and find him to be； in truth； my brother？〃
He obviously did not hear her special emphasis on his name； although he could not be a priestly guard without some education and the wit to go with it。 Did he want to sacrifice himself？
The guardsman swallowed； then： 〃We must kill him ourselves； for he breeds disorder。〃
The others stood aghast at this； but still defiant。 They knew what they had heard。
〃He calls upon the tribes to band against you；〃 the Cadelam said。
Alia knew how to handle him now。 She spoke in a quiet； matter…of…fact tone： 〃I see。 Then if you must sacrifice yourself this way； taking him openly for all to see who you are and what you do； then I guess you must。〃
〃Sacrifice my。。。〃 He broke off； glanced at his panions。 As Kaza of this group； their appointed leader； he had the right to speak for them； but he showed signs that he wished he'd remained silent。 The other guards stirred unfortably。 In the heat of the chase they'd defied Alia。 One could only reflect now upon such defiance of the 〃Womb of Heaven。〃 With obvious disfort the guards opened a small space between themselves and their Kaza。
〃For the good of the Church； our official reaction would have to be severe；〃 Alia said。 〃You understand that； don't you？〃
〃But he 〃
〃I've heard him myself；〃 she said。 〃But this is a special case。〃
〃He cannot be Muad'Dib； My Lady！〃
How little you know！ she thought。 She said： 〃We cannot risk taking him in the open； harming him where others could see it。 If another opportunity presents itself； of course。〃
〃He's always surrounded by crowds these days！〃
〃Then I fear you must be patient。 Of course； if you insist on defying me。。。〃 She left the consequences hanging in the air； unspoken； but well understood。 The Cadelam was ambitious； a shining career before him。
〃We didn't mean defiance； My Lady。〃 The man had himself under control now。 〃We acted hastily； I can see that。 Forgive us； but he 〃
〃Nothing has happened； nothing to forgive；〃 she said； using the mon Fremen formula。 It was one of the many ways a tribe kept peace in its ranks； and this Cadelam was still Old Fremen enough to remember that。 His family carried a long tradition of leadership。 Guilt was the Naib's whip； to be used sparingly。 Fremen served best when free of guilt or resentment。
He showed his realization of her judgment by bowing his head； saying： 〃For the good of the tribe； I understand。〃
〃Go refresh yourselves；〃 she said。 〃The procession begins in a few minutes。〃
〃Yes； My Lady。〃 They bustled away； every movement revealing their relief at this escape。
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