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〃And there he is in the flesh；〃 Alia said。 She saw that Farad'n wore the dress grey of a Sardaukar mander without decorations。 He moved with a lean grace which Alia admired。 Perhaps there would be more than idle amusement in this Corrino Prince。
The Preacher's voice boomed into the room over the amplifier pickups beside the window。 Alia felt the tremors of it in her bones； began to listen to his words with growing fascination。
〃I found myself in the Desert of Zan；〃 The Preacher shouted； 〃in that waste of howling wilderness。 And God manded me to make that place clean。 For we were provoked in the desert； and grieved in the desert； and we were tempted in that wilderness to forsake our ways。〃
Desert of Zan； Alia thought。 That was the name given to the place of the first trial of the Zensunni Wanderers from whom the Fremen sprang。 But his words！ Was he taking credit for the destruction wrought against the sietch strongholds of the loyal tribes？
〃Wild beasts lie upon your lands；〃 The Preacher said； his voice booming across the plaza。 〃Doleful creatures fill your houses。 You who fled your homes no longer multiply your days upon the sand。 Yea； you who have forsaken our ways； you will die in a fouled nest if you continue on this path。 But if you heed my warning； the Lord shall lead you through a land of pits into the Mountains of God。 Yea； Shai…Hulud shall lead you。〃
Soft moans arose from the crowd。 The Preacher paused； swinging his eyeless sockets from side to side at the sound。 Then he raised his arms； spreading them wide； called out： 〃O God； my flesh longeth for Thy way in a dry and thirsty land！〃
An old woman in front of The Preacher； an obvious refugee by the patched and worn look of her garments； held up her hands to him； pleaded： 〃Help us； Muad'Dib。 Help us！〃
In a sudden fearful constriction of her breast； Alia asked herself if that old woman really knew the truth。 Alia glanced at her mother； but Jessica remained unmoving； dividing her attention between Alia's guards； Farad'n and the view from the window。 Farad'n stood rooted in fascinated attention。
Alia glanced out the window； trying to see her Temple Priests。 They were not in view and she suspected they had worked their way around below her near the Temple doors； seeking a direct route down the steps。
The Preacher pointed his right hand over the old woman's head； shouted： 〃You are the only help remaining！ You were rebellious。 You brought the dry wind which does not cleanse； nor does it cool。 You bear the burden of our desert； and the whirlwind eth from that place； from that terrible land。 I have been in that wilderness。 Water runs upon the sand from shattered qanats。 Streams cross the ground。 Water has fallen from the sky in the Belt of Dune！ O my friends； God has manded me。 Make straight in the desert a highway for our Lord； for I am the voice that eth to thee from the wilderness。〃
He pointed to the steps beneath his feet； a stiff and quivering finger。 〃This is no lost djedida which is no more inhabited forever！ Here have we eaten the bread of heaven。 And here the noise of strangers drives us from our homes！ They breed for us a desolation； a land wherein no man dwelleth； nor any man pass thereby。〃
The crowd stirred unfortably； refugees and town Fremen peering about； looking at the pilgrims of the Hajj who stood among them。
He could start a bloody riot！ Alia thought。 Well； let him。 My Priests can grab him in the confusion。
She saw the five Priests then； a tight knot of yellow robes working down the steps behind The Preacher。
〃The waters which we spread upon the desert have bee blood；〃 The Preacher said； waving his arms wide。 〃Blood upon our land！ Behold our desert which could rejoice and blossom； it has lured the stranger and seduced him in our midst。 They e for violence！ Their faces are closed up as for the last wind of Kralizec！ They gather the captivity of the sand。 They suck up the abundance of the sand； the treasure hidden in the depths。 Behold them as they go forth to their evil work。 It is written： 'And I stood upon the sand； and I saw a beast rise up out of that sand； and upon the head of that beast was the name of God！' 〃
Angry mutterings arose from the crowd。 Fists were raised； shaken。
〃What is he doing？〃 Farad'n whispered。
〃I wish I knew；〃 Alia said。 She put a hand to her breast； feeling the fearful excitement of this moment。 The crowd would turn upon the pilgrims if he kept this up！
But The Preacher half turned； aimed his dead sockets toward the Temple and raised a hand to point at the high windows of Alia's aerie； 〃One blasphemy remains！〃 he screamed。 〃Blasphemy！ And the name of that blasphemy is Alia！〃
Shocked silence gripped the plaza。
Alia stood in unmoving consternation。 She knew the mob could not see her； but she felt overe by a sense of exposure； of vulnerability。 The echoes of calming words within her skull peted with the pounding of her heart。 She could only stare down at that incredible tableau。 The Preacher remained with a hand pointing at her windows。
His words had been too much for the Priests； though。 They broke the silence with angry shouts； stormed down the steps； thrusting people aside。 As they moved the crowd reacted； breaking like a wave upon the steps； sweeping over the first lines of onlookers； carrying The Preacher before them。 He stumbled blindly； separated from his young guide。 Then a yellow…clad arm arose from the press of people； a crysknife was brandished in its hand。 She saw the knife strike downward； bury itself in The Preacher's chest。
The thunderous clang of the Temple's giant doors being closed broke Alia from her shock。 Guards obviously had closed the doors against the mob。 But people already were drawing back； making an open space around a crumpled figure on the steps。 An eerie quiet fell over the plaza。 Alia saw many bodies； but only this one lay by itself。
Then a voice screeched from the mob： 〃Muad'Dib！ They've killed Muad'Dib！〃
〃Gods below；〃 Alia quavered。 〃Gods below。〃
〃A little late for that； don't you think？〃 Jessica asked。
Alia whirled； noting the sudden startled reaction of Farad'n as he saw the rage on her face。 〃That was Paul they killed！〃 Alia screamed。 〃That was your son！ When they confirm it； do you know what'll happen？〃
Jessica stood rooted for a long moment； thinking that she had just been told something already known to her。 Farad'n's hand upon her arm shattered the moment。 〃My Lady；〃 he said； and there was such passion in his voice that Jessica thought she might die of it right there。 She looked from the cold； glaring anger on Alia's face to the sympathetic misery on Farad'n's features； and thought： Perhaps I did my job too well。
There could be no doubting Alia's words。 Jessica remembered every intonation of The Preacher's voice； hearing her own tricks in it； the long years of instruction she'd spent there upon a young man meant to be Emperor； but who now lay a shattered mound of bloody rags upon the Temple steps。
Ghafla blinded me； Jessica thought。
Alia gestured to one of her aides； called： 〃Bring Ghanima now。〃
Jessica forced herself into recognizing these words。 Ghanima？ Why Ghanima now？
The aide had turned toward