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〃But you are both my friends；〃 Leto said。 He faced Namri。 〃When you offer a candidate as Friend of your Sietch； do you not slay a hawk and an eagle as the offering？ And is this not the response： 'God send each man at his end； such hawks； such eagles； and such friends'？〃
Namri's hand slid from his knife。 The blade slipped back into its sheath。 He stared wide…eyed at Leto。 Each sietch kept its friendship ritual secret； yet here was a selected part of the rite。
Halleck； though； asked： 〃Is this place your end？〃
〃I know what you need to hear from me； Gurney；〃 Leto said； watching the play of hope and suspicion across the ugly face。 Leto touched his own breast。 〃This child was never a child。 My father lives within me； but he is not me。 You loved him； and he was a gallant human whose affairs beat upon high shores。 His intent was to close down the cycle of wars； but he reckoned without the movement of infinity as expressed by life。 That's Rhajia！ Namri knows。 Its movement can be seen by any mortal。 Beware paths which narrow future possibilities。 Such paths divert you from infinity into lethal traps。〃
〃What is it I need to hear from you？〃 Halleck asked。
〃He's just word playing；〃 Namri said； but his voice carried deep hesitation； doubts。
〃I ally myself with Namri against my father；〃 Leto said。 〃And my father within allies himself with us against what was made of him。〃
〃Why？〃 Halleck demanded。
〃Because it's the amor fati which I bring to humankind； the act of ultimate self…examination。 In this universe； I choose to ally myself against any force which brings humiliation upon humankind。 Gurney！ Gurney！ You were not born and raised in the desert。 Your flesh doesn't know the truth of which I speak。 But Namri knows。 In the open land； one direction is as good as another。〃
〃I still have not heard what I must hear；〃 Halleck snarled。
〃He speaks for war and against peace；〃 Namri said。
〃No；〃 Leto said。 〃Nor did my father speak against war。 But look what was made of him。 Peace has only one meaning in this Imperium。 It's the maintenance of a single way of life。 You are manded to be contented。 Life must be uniform on all planets as it is in the Imperial Government。 The major object of priestly study is to find the correct forms of human behavior。 For this they go to the words of Muad'Dib！ Tell me； Namri； are you content？〃
〃No。〃 The words came out flat； spontaneous rejection。
〃Then do you blaspheme？〃
〃Of course not！〃
〃But you aren't contented。 You see； Gurney？ Namri proves it to us。 Every question； every problem doesn't have a single correct answer。 One must permit diversity。 A monolith is unstable。 Then why do you demand a single correct statement from me？ Is that to be the measure of your monstrous judgment？〃
〃Will you force me to have you slain？〃 Halleck asked； and there was agony in his voice。
〃No； I'll have pity upon you；〃 Leto said。 〃Send word to my grandmother that I'll cooperate。 The Sisterhood may e to regret my cooperation； but an Atreides gives his word。〃
〃A Truthsayer should test that；〃 Namri said。 〃These Atreides。。。〃
〃He'll have his chance to say before his grandmother what must be said；〃 Halleck said。 He nodded with his head toward the passage。
Namri paused before leaving； glanced at Leto。 〃I pray we do the right thing in leaving him alive。〃
〃Go； friends；〃 Leto said。 〃Go and reflect。〃
As the two men departed； Leto threw himself onto his back； feeling the cold cot against his spine。 Movement sent his head spinning over the edge of his spice…burdened consciousness。 In that instant he saw the entire planet every village； every town； every city； the desert places and the planted places。 All of the shapes which smashed against his vision bore intimate relationships to a mixture of elements within themselves and without。 He saw the structures of Imperial society reflected in physical structures of its planets and their munities。 Like a gigantic unfolding within him； he saw this revelation for what it must be： a window into the society's invisible parts。 Seeing this； Leto realized that every system had such a window。 Even the system of himself and his universe。 He began peering into windows； a cosmic voyeur。
This was what his grandmother and the Sisterhood sought！ He knew it。 His awareness flowed on a new； higher level。 He felt the past carried in his cells； in his memories； in the archetypes which haunted his assumptions； in the myths which hemmed him； in his languages and their prehistoric detritus。 It was all of the shapes out of his human and nonhuman past； all of the lives which he now manded； all integrated in him at last。 And he felt himself as a thing caught up in the ebb and flow of nucleotides。 Against the backdrop of infinity he was a protozoan creature in which birth and death were virtually simultaneous； but he was both infinite and protozoan； a creature of molecular memories。
We humans are a form of colony organism！ he thought。
They wanted his cooperation。 Promising cooperation had won him another reprieve from Namri's knife。 By summoning to cooperation； they sought to recognize a healer。
And he thought： But I'll not bring them social order in the way they expect it！
A grimace contorted Leto's mouth。 He knew he'd not be as unconsciously malevolent as was his father despotism at one terminal and slavery at the other but this universe might pray for those 〃good old days。〃
His father…within spoke to him then； cautiously probing； unable to demand attention but pleading for audience。
And Leto answered： 〃No。 We will give them plexities to occupy their minds。 There are many modes of flight from danger。 How will they know I'm dangerous unless they experience me for thousands of years？ Yes； father…within； we'll give them question marks。〃
There is no guilt or innocence in you。 All of that is past。 Guilt belabors the dead and I am not the Iron Hammer。 You multitude of the dead are merely people who have done certain things； and the memory of those things illuminates my path。
…Leto II to His Memory…Lives； After Harq al…Ada
〃It moves of itself！〃 Farad'n said； and his voice was barely a whisper。
He stood above the Lady Jessica's bed； a brace of guards close behind him。 The Lady Jessica had propped herself up in the bed。 She was clad in a parasilk gown of shimmering white with a matching band around her copper hair。 Farad'n had e bursting in upon her moments before。 He wore the grey leotard and his face was sweaty with excitement and the exertions of his dash through the palace corridors。
〃What time is it？〃 Jessica asked。
〃Time？〃 Farad'n appeared puzzled。
One of the guards spoke up： 〃It is the third hour past midnight； My Lady。〃 The guard glanced fearfully at Farad'n。 The young prince had e dashing through the night…lighted corridors； picking up startled guards in his wake。
〃But it moves；〃 Farad'n said。 He held out his left hand； then his right。 〃I saw my own hands shrink into chubby fists； and I remembered！ They were my hands when I was an infant。 I remembered being an infant； but it was。。。a clearer memory。 I was reorganizing my old memories！〃
〃Very good；〃 Jessica said。 His excitement was infectious。 〃And