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The reflection of a glowglobe glittered in Namri's shadowed eyes。 He asked： 〃Would you Atreides open that cave？ You seek to control life through a ministry： your Central Ministry for Information； Auqaf and Hajj。 The Maulana in charge is called Kausar。 He has e a long way from his family's beginnings at the salt mines of Niazi。 Tell me； Atreides； what is wrong with your ministry？〃
Leto sat up； aware now that he was fully into the riddle game with Namri and that the forfeit was death。 The man gave every indication that he'd use that crysknife at the first wrong answer。
Namri； recognizing this awareness in Leto； said： 〃Believe me； Atreides。 I am the clod…crusher。 I am the Iron Hammer。〃
Now Leto understood。 Namri saw himself as Mirzabah； the Iron Hammer with which the dead are beaten who cannot reply satisfactorily to the questions they must answer before entry into paradise。
What was wrong with the central ministry which Alia and her priests had created？
Leto thought of why he'd e into the desert； and a small hope returned to him that the Golden Path might yet appear in his universe。 What this Namri implied by his question was no more than the motive which had driven Muad'Dib's own son into the desert。
〃God's it is to show the way；〃 Leto said。
Namri's chin jerked down and he stared sharply at Leto。 〃Can it be true that you believe this？〃 he demanded。
〃It's why I am here；〃 Leto said。
〃To find the way？〃
〃To find it for myself。〃 Leto put his feet over the edge of the cot。 The rock floor was uncarpeted； cold。 〃The Priests created their ministry to hide the way。〃
〃You speak like a true rebel；〃 Namri said； and he rubbed the tortoise ring on his finger。 〃We shall see。 Listen carefully once more。 You know the high Shield Wall at Jalalud…Din？ That Wall bears my family's marks carved there in the first days。 Javid； my son； has seen those marks。 Abedi Jalal； my nephew； has seen them。 Mujahid Shafqat of the Other Ones； he too has seen our marks。 In the season of the storms near Sukkar； I came down with my friend Yakup Abad near that place。 The winds were blistering hot like the whirlwinds from which we learned our dances。 We did not take time to see the marks because a storm blocked the way。 But when the storm passed we saw the vision of Thatta upon the blown sand。 The face of Shakir Ali was there for a moment； looking down upon his city of tombs。 The vision was gone in the instant； but we all saw it。 Tell me； Atreides； where can I find that city of tombs？〃
The whirlwinds from which we learned our dances； Leto thought。 The vision of Thatta and Shakir Ali。 These were the words of a Zensunni Wanderer； those who considered themselves to be the only true men of the desert。
And Fremen were forbidden to have tombs。
〃The city of tombs is at the end of the path which all men follow；〃 Leto said。 And he dredged up the Zensunni beatifies。 〃It is in a garden one thousand paces square。 There is a fine entry corridor two hundred and thirty…three paces long and one hundred paces wide all paved with marble from ancient Jaipur。 Therein dwells ar…Razzaq； he who provides food for all who ask。 And on the Day of Reckoning； all who stand up and seek the city of tombs shall not find it。 For it is written： That which you know in one world； you shall not find in another。〃
〃Again you recite without belief；〃 Namri sneered。 〃But I'll accept it for now because I think you know why you're here。〃 A cold smile touched his lips。 〃I give you a provisional future； Atreides。〃
Leto studied the man warily。 Was this another question in disguise？
〃Good！〃 Namri said。 〃Your awareness has been prepared。 I've sunk home the barbs。 One more thing； then。 Have you heard that they use imitation stillsuits in the cities of far Kadrish？〃
As Namri waited； Leto quested in his mind for a hidden meaning。 Imitation stillsuits？ They were worn on many planets。 He said： 〃The foppish habits of Kadrish are an old story often repeated。 The wise animal blends into its surroundings。〃
Namri nodded slowly。 Then： 〃The one who trapped you and brought you here will see you presently。 Do not try to leave this place。 It would be your death。〃 Arising as he spoke； Namri went out into the dark passage。
For a long time after he had gone； Leto stared into the passage。 He could hear sounds out there； the quiet voices of men on guard duty。 Namri's story of the mirage…vision stayed with Leto。 It brought up the long desert crossing to this place。 It no longer mattered whether this were Jacurutu/Fondak。 Namri was not a smuggler。 He was something much more potent。 And the game Namri played smelled of the Lady Jessica； it stank of the Bene Gesserit。 Leto sensed an enclosing peril in this realization。 But that dark passage where Namri had gone was the only exit from this room。 And outside lay a strange sietch beyond that； the desert。 The harsh severity of that desert； its ordered chaos with mirages and endless dunes； came over Leto as part of the trap in which he was caught。 He could recross that sand； but where would flight take him？ The thought was like stagnant water。 It would not quench his thirst。
Because of the one…pointed Time awareness in which the conventional mind remains immersed； humans tend to think of everything in a sequential； word…oriented framework。 This mental trap produces very short…term concepts of effectiveness and consequences； a condition of constant； unplanned response to crises。
…Liet…Kynes； The Arrakis Workbook
Words and movements simultaneous； Jessica reminded herself and she bent her thoughts to those necessary mental preparations for the ing encounter。
The hour was shortly after breakfast； the golden sun of Salusa Secundus just beginning to touch the far wall of the enclosed garden which she could see from her window。 She had dressed herself carefully： the black hooded cloak of a Reverend Mother； but it carried the Atreides crest in gold worked into an embroidered ring around the hem and again at the cuff of each sleeve。 Jessica arranged the drape of her garment carefully as she turned her back on the window； holding her left arm across her waist to present the Hawk motif of the crest。
Farad'n noted the Atreides symbols； menting on them as he entered； but he betrayed no anger or surprise。 She detected subtle humor in his voice and wondered at it。 She saw that he had clad himself in the grey leotard which she had suggested。 He sat on the low green divan to which she directed him； relaxing with his right arm along the back。
Why do I trust her？ he wondered。 This is a Bene Gesserit witch！
Jessica； reading the thought in the contrast between his relaxed body and the expression on his face； smiled and said： 〃You trust me because you know our bargain is a good one； and you want what I can teach you。〃
She saw the pinch of a scowl touch his brow； waved her left hand to calm him。 〃No； I don't read minds。 I read the face； the body； the mannerisms； tone of voice； set of arms。 Anyone can do this once they learn the Bene Gesserit Way。〃
〃And you will teach me？〃
〃I'm sure you've studied the reports about us；〃 she said。 〃Is there anywhere a report that we fail to deliver on a direct promise？〃
〃No r