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il； avoid self…awareness。'
That had to be future far future。 But he felt the reality。 It was as intense as any past from his multitude of lives。 And he whispered： 〃Isn't that true； father？〃
But the father…presence within spoke warningly： 〃Don't invite disaster！ You're learning stroboscopic awareness now。 Without it you could overrun yourself； lose your place…mark in Time。〃
And the bas…relief imagery persisted。 Intrusions hammered at him。 Past…present…now。 There was no true separation。 He knew he had to flow with this thing； but the flowing terrified him。 How could he return to any recognizable place？ Yet he felt himself being forced to cease every effort of resistance。 He could not grasp his new universe in motionless； labeled bits。 No bit would stand still。 Things could not be forever ordered and formulated。 He had to find the rhythm of change and see between the changes to the changing itself。 Without knowing where it began he found himself moving within a gigantic moment bienheureux； able to see the past in the future； present in past； the now in both past and future。 It was the accumulation of centuries experienced between one heartbeat and the next。
Leto's awareness floated free； no objective psyche to pensate for consciousness； no barriers。 Namri's 〃provisional future〃 remained lightly in his memory； but it shared awareness with many futures。 And in this shattering awareness； all of his past； every inner life became his own。 With the help of the greatest within him； he dominated。 They were his。
He thought： When you study an object from a distance； only its principle may be seen。 He had achieved the distance and he could see his own life now： the multi…past and its memories were his burden； his joy； and his necessity。 But the worm trip had added another dimension and his father no longer stood guard within him because the need no longer existed。 Leto saw through the distances clearly past and present。 And the past presented him with an ultimate ancestor one who was called Harum and without whom the distant future would not be。 These clear distances provided new principles； new dimensions of sharing。 Whichever life he now chose； he'd live it out in an autonomous sphere of mass experience； a trail of lives so convoluted that no single lifetime could count the generations of it。 Aroused； this mass experience held the power to subdue his selfdom。 It could make itself felt upon an individual； a nation； a society or an entire civilization。 That； of course； was why Gurney had been taught to fear him； why Namri's knife waited。 They could not be allowed to see this power within him。 No one could ever see it in its fullness not even Ghanima。
Presently Leto sat up； saw that only Namri remained； watching。
In an old voice； Leto said： 〃There's no single set of limits for all men。 Universal prescience is an empty myth。 Only the most powerful local currents of Time may be foretold。 But in an infinite universe； local can be so gigantic that your mind shrinks from it。〃
Namri shook his head； not understanding。
〃Where's Gurney？〃 Leto asked。
〃He left lest he have to watch me slay you。〃
〃Will you slay me； Namri？〃 It was almost a plea to have the man do it。
Namri took his hand from his knife。 〃Since you ask me to do it； I will not。 If you were indifferent； though。。。〃
〃The malady of indifference is what destroys many things；〃 Leto said。 He nodded to himself。 〃Yes。。。even civilizations die of it。 It's as though that were the price demanded for achieving new levels of plexity or consciousness。〃 He looked up at Namri。 〃So they told you to look for indifference in me？〃 And he saw Namri was more than a killer Namri was devious。
〃As a sign of unbridled power；〃 Namri said； but it was a lie。
〃Indifferent power； yes。〃 Leto sat up； sighed deeply。 〃There was no moral grandeur to my father's life； Namri； only a local trap which he built for himself。〃
O Paul； thou Muad'Dib；
Mahdi of all men；
Thy breath exhaled
Sent forth the hurricane。
…Songs of Muad'Dib
〃Never！〃 Ghanima said。 〃I'd kill him on our wedding night。〃 She spoke with a barbed stubbornness which thus far had resisted all blandishments。 Alia and her advisors had been at it half the night； keeping the royal quarters in a state of unrest； sending out for new advisors； for food and drink。 The entire Temple and its adjoining Keep seethed with the frustrations of unmade decisions。
Ghanima sat posedly on a green floater chair in her own quarters； a large room with rough tan walls to simulate sietch rock。 The ceiling； however； was imbar crystal which flickered with blue light； and the floor was black tile。 The furnishings were sparse： a small writing table； five floater chairs and a narrow cot set into an alcove； Fremen fashion。 Ghanima wore a robe of yellow mourning。
〃You are not a free person who can settle every aspect of her own life；〃 Alia said for perhaps the hundredth time。 The little fool must e to realize this sooner or later！ She must approve the betrothal to Farad'n。 She must！ Let her kill him later； but the betrothal requires open acknowledgment by the Fremen affianced。
〃He killed my brother；〃 Ghanima said； holding to the single note which sustained her。 〃Everyone knows this。 Fremen would spit at the mention of my name were I to consent to this betrothal。〃
And that is one of the reasons why you must consent； Alia thought。 She said： 〃His mother did it。 He has banished her for it。 What more do you want of him？〃
〃His blood；〃 Ghanima said。 〃He's a Corrino。〃
〃He has denounced his own mother；〃 Alia protested。 〃And why should you worry about the Fremen rabble？ They'll accept whatever we tell them to accept。 Ghani； the peace of the Empire demands that 〃
〃I will not consent；〃 Ghanima said。 〃You cannot announce the betrothal without me。〃
Irulan； entering the room as Ghanima spoke； glanced inquiringly at Alia and the two female advisors who stood dejectedly beside her。 Irulan saw Alia throw up her arms in disgust and drop into a chair facing Ghanima。
〃You speak to her； Irulan；〃 Alia said。
Irulan pulled a floater into place； sat down beside Alia。
〃You're a Corrino； Irulan；〃 Ghanima said。 〃Don't press your luck with me。〃 Ghanima got up； crossed to her cot and sat on it cross…legged； glaring back at the women。 Irulan； she saw； had dressed in a black aba to match Alia's； the hood thrown back to reveal her golden hair。 It was mourning hair under the yellow glow of the floating globes which illuminated the room。
Irulan glanced at Alia； stood up and crossed to stand facing Ghanima。 〃Ghani； I'd kill him myself if that were the way to solve matters。 And Farad'n's my own blood； as you so kindly emphasized。 But you have duties far higher than your mitment to Fremen。。。〃
〃That doesn't sound any better ing from you than it does from my precious aunt；〃 Ghanima said。 〃The blood of a brother cannot be washed off。 That's more than some little Fremen aphorism。〃
Irulan pressed her lips together。 Then： 〃Farad'n holds your grandmother captive。 He holds Duncan and if we don't 〃
〃I'm not satisfied with your stories of how all this happened；〃 Ghanima said； peering past Irulan at Alia。 〃Once Dun