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Hot…hot pounding sunshine crashed brilliantly around him； without tranquillity； without remedy。 Where is my Golden Path？ Everywhere bugs crawled。 Everywhere。 My skin is not my own。 He sent messages along his nerves； waited out the dragging other…person responses。
Up head； he told his nerves。
A head which might have been his own crept upward； looked out at patches of blankness in the bright light。
Someone whispered： 〃He's deep into it now。〃
No answer。
Burn fire sun building heat on heat。
Slowly； outbending； the current of his awareness took him drifting through a last screen of green blankness and there； across low folding dunes； distant no more than a kilometer beyond the stretched out chalk line of a cliff； there lay the green burgeoning future； upflung； flowing into endless green； greenswelling； green…green moving outward endlessly。
In all of that green there was not one great worm。
Riches of wild growth； but nowhere Shai…Hulud。
Leto sensed that he had ventured across old boundaries into a new land which only the imagination had witnessed； and that he looked now directly through the very next veil which a yawning humankind called Unknown。
It was bloodthirsty reality。
He felt the red fruit of his life swaying on a limb； fluid slipping away from him； and the fluid was the spice essence flowing through his veins。
Without Shai…Hulud； no more spice。
He had seen a future without the great grey worm…serpent of Dune。 He knew this； yet could not tear himself from the trance to rail against such a passage。
Abruptly his awareness plunged back back； back； away from such a deadly future。 His thoughts went into his bowels； being primitive； moved only by intense emotions。 He found himself unable to focus on any particular aspect of his vision or his surroundings； but there was a voice within him。 It spoke an ancient language and he understood it perfectly。 The voice was musical and lilting； but its words bludgeoned him。
〃It is not the present which influences the future； thou fool； but the future which forms the present。 You have it all backward。 Since the future is set； an unfolding of events which will assure that future is fixed and inevitable。〃
The words transfixed him。 He felt terror rooted in the heavy matter of his body。 By this he knew his body still existed； but the reckless nature and enormous power of his vision left him feeling contaminated； defenseless； unable to signal a muscle and gain its obedience。 He knew he was submitting more and more to the onslaught of those collective lives whose memories once had made him believe he was real。 Fear filled him。 He thought that he might be losing the inner mand； falling at last into Abomination。
Leto felt his body twisting in terror。
He had e to depend upon his victory and the newly won benevolent cooperation of those memories。 They had turned against him； all of them even royal Harum whom he'd trusted。 He lay shimmering on a surface which had no roots； unable to give any expression to his own life。 He tried to concentrate upon a mental picture of himself； was confronted by overlapping frames； each a different age： infant into doddering ancient。 He recalled his father's early training： Let the hands grow young； then old。 But his whole body was immersed now in this lost reality and the entire image progression melted into other faces； the features of those who had given him their memories。
A diamond thunderbolt shattered him。
Leto felt pieces of his awareness drifting apart； yet he retained a sense of himself somewhere between being and nonbeing。 Hope quickening； he felt his body breathing。 In。。。Out。 He took in a deep breath： yin。 He let it out： yang。
Somewhere just beyond his grasp lay a place of supreme independence； a victory over all of the confusions inherent in his multitude of lives no false sense of mand； but a true victory。 He knew his previous mistake now： he had sought power in the reality of his trance； choosing that rather than face the fears which he and Ghanima had fed in each other。
Fear defeated Alia！
But the seeking after power spread another trap； diverting him into fantasy。 He saw the illusion。 The entire illusion process rotated half a turn and now he knew a center from which he could watch without purpose the flight of his visions； of his inner lives。
Elation flooded him。 It made him want to laugh； but he denied himself this luxury； knowing it would bar the doors of memory。
Ahhhh； my memories； he thought。 I have seen your illusion。 You no longer invent the next moment for me。 You merely show me how to create new moments。 I'll not lock myself on the old tracks。
This thought passed through his awareness as though wiping a surface clean and in its wake he felt his entire body； an einfalle which reported in most minute detail on every cell； every nerve。 He entered a state of intense quiet。 In this quiet； he heard voices； knowing they came from a great distance； but he heard them clearly as though they echoed in a chasm。
One of the voices was Halleck's。 〃Perhaps we gave him too much of it。〃
Namri answered。 〃We gave him exactly what she told us to give him。〃
〃Perhaps we should go back out there and have another look at him。〃 Halleck。
〃Sabiha is good at such things； she'll call us if anything starts to go wrong。〃 Namri。
〃I don't like this business of Sabiha。〃 Halleck。
〃She's a necessary ingredient。〃 Namri。
Leto felt bright light outside himself and darkness within； but the darkness was secretive； protective； and warm。 The light began to blaze up and he felt that it came from the darkness within； swirling outward like a brilliant cloud。 His body became transparent； drawing him upward； yet he retained that einfalle contact with every cell and nerve。 The multitude of inner lives fell into alignment； nothing tangled or mixed。 They became very quiet in duplication of his own inner silence； each memory…life discrete； an entity incorporeal and undivided。
Leto spoke to them then： 〃I am your spirit。 I am the only life you can realize。 I am the house of your spirit in the land which is nowhere； the land which is your only remaining home。 Without me； the intelligible universe reverts to chaos。 Creative and abysmal are inextricably linked in me； only I can mediate between them。 Without me； mankind will sink into the mire and vanity of knowing。 Through me； you and they will find the only way out of chaos： understanding by living。〃
With this he let go of himself and became himself； his own person passing the entirety of his past。 It was not victory； not defeat； but a new thing to be shared with any inner life he chose。 Leto savored this newness； letting it possess every cell； every nerve； giving up what the einfalle had presented to him and recovering the totality in the same instant。
After a time； he awoke in white darkness。 With a flash of awareness he knew where his flesh was： seated on sand about a kilometer from the cliff wall which marked the northern boundary of the sietch。 He knew that sietch now： Jacurutu for certain。。。and Fondak。 But it was far different from the myths and legends and the rumors which the smugglers allowed。
A young woman sat on a rug dire