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Halleck blew air through his lips。 How could that fool Namri have expected anyone to miss the presence of armor beneath a robe？ Halleck addressed the corpse as he recovered the trick sleeve； wiped his knife and sheathed it。 〃How did you think we Atreides servants were trained； fool？〃
He took a deep breath thinking： Well now。 Whose feint am I？ There'd been the ring of truth in Namri's words。 Jessica a prisoner of the Corrinos and Alia working her own devious schemes。 Jessica herself had warned of many contingencies with Alia as enemy； but had not predicted herself as prisoner。 He had his orders to obey； though。 First there was the necessity of getting away from this place。 Luckily one robed Fremen looked much like another。 He rolled Namri's body into a corner； threw cushions over it； moved a rug to cover the blood。 When it was done； Halleck adjusted the nose and mouth tubes of his stillsuit； brought up the mask as one would in preparing for the desert； pulled the hood of his robe forward and went out into the long passage。
The innocent move without care； he thought； setting his pace at an easy saunter。 He felt curiously free； as though he'd moved out of danger； not into it。
I never did like her plan for the boy； he thought。 And I'll tell her so if I see her。 If。 Because if Namri spoke the truth； the most dangerous alternate plan went into effect。 Alia wouldn't let him live long if she caught him； but there was always Stilgar a good Fremen with a good Fremen's superstitions。
Jessica had explained it： 〃There's a very thin layer of civilized behavior over Stilgar's original nature。 And here's how you take that layer off him。。。〃
The spirit of Muad'Dib is more than words； more than the letter of the Law which arises in his name。 Muad'Dib must always be that inner outrage against the placently powerful； against the charlatans and the dogmatic fanatics。 It is that inner outrage which must have its say because Muad'Dib taught us one thing above all others： that humans can endure only in a fraternity of social justice。
…The Fedaykin pact
Leto sat with his back against the wall of the hut； his attention on Sabiha； watching the threads of his vision unroll。 She had prepared the coffee and set it aside。 Now she squatted across from him stirring his evening meal。 It was a gruel redolent with melange。 Her hands moved quickly with the ladle and liquid indigo stained the sides of his bowl。 She bent her thin face over the bowl； blending in the concentrate。 The crude membrane which made a stilltent of the hut had been patched with lighter material directly behind her； and this formed a grey halo against which her shadow danced in the flickering light of the cooking flame and the single lamp。
That lamp intrigued Leto。 These people of Shuloch were profligate with spice…oil： a lamp； not a glowglobe。 They kept slave outcasts within their walls in the fashion told by the most ancient Fremen traditions。 Yet they employed ornithopters and the latest spice harvesters。 They were a crude mixture of ancient and modern。
Sabiha pushed the bowl of gruel toward him； extinguished the cooking flame。
Leto ignored the bowl。
〃I will be punished if you do not eat this；〃 she said。
He stared at her； thinking： If I kill her； that'll shatter one vision。 If I tell her Muriz's plans； that'll shatter another vision。 If I wait here for my father； this vision…thread will bee a mighty rope。
His mind sorted the threads。 Some held a sweetness which haunted him。 One future with Sabiha carried alluring reality within his prescient awareness。 It threatened to block out all others until he followed it out to its ending agonies。
〃Why do you stare at me that way？〃 she asked。
Still he did not answer。
She pushed the bowl closer to him。
Leto tried to swallow in a dry throat。 The impulse to kill Sabiha welled in him。 He found himself trembling with it。 How easy it would be to shatter one vision and let the wildness run free！
〃Muriz mands this；〃 she said； touching the bowls。
Yes； Muriz manded it。 Superstition conquered everything。 Muriz wanted a vision cast for him to read。 He was an ancient savage asking the witch doctor to throw the ox bones and interpret their sprawl。 Muriz had taken his captive's stillsuit 〃as a simple precaution。〃 There'd been a sly jibe at Namri and Sabiha in that ment。 Only fools let a prisoner escape。
Muriz had a deep emotional problem； though： the Spirit River。 The captive's water flowed in Muriz's veins。 Muriz sought a sign that would permit him to hold a threat of death over Leto。
Like father； like son； Leto thought。
〃The spice will only give you visions；〃 Sabiha said。 The long silences made her uneasy。 〃I've had visions in the orgy many times。 They don't mean anything。〃
That's it！ he thought； his body locking itself into a stillness which left his skin cold and clammy。 The Bene Gesserit training took over his consciousness； a pinpoint illumination which fanned out beyond him to throw the blazoning light of vision upon Sabiha and all of her Cast Out fellows。 The ancient Bene Gesserit learning was explicit：
〃Languages build up to reflect specializations in a way of life。 Each specialization may be recognized by its words； by its assumptions and sentence structures。 Look for stoppages。 Specializations represent places where life is being stopped； where the movement is dammed up and frozen。〃 He saw Sabiha then as a vision…maker in her own right； and every other human carried the same power。 Yet she was disdainful of her spice…orgy visions。 They caused disquiet and； therefore； must be put aside； forgotten deliberately。 Her people prayed to Shai…Hulud because the worm dominated many of their visions。 They prayed for dew at the desert's edge because moisture limited their lives。 Yet they wallowed in spice wealth and lured sandtrout to open qanats。 Sabiha fed him prescient visions with a casual callousness； yet within her words he saw the illuminated signals： she depended upon absolutes； sought finite limits； and all because she couldn't handle the rigors of terrible decisions which touched her own flesh。 She clung to her one…eyed vision of the universe； englobing and time…freezing as it might be； because the alternatives terrified her。
In contrast； Leto felt the pure movement of himself。 He was a membrane collecting infinite dimensions and； because he saw those dimensions； he could make the terrible decisions。
As my father did。
〃You must eat this！〃 Sabiha said； her voice petulant。
Leto saw the whole pattern of the visions now and knew the thread he must follow。 My skin is not my own。 He stood； pulling his robe around him。 It felt strange against his flesh with no stillsuit protecting his body。 His feet were bare upon the fused spice…fabric of the floor； feeling the sand tracked in there。
〃What're you doing？〃 Sabiha demanded。
〃The air is bad in here。 I'm going outside。〃
〃You can't escape；〃 she said。 〃Every canyon has its worm。 If you go beyond the qanat； the worms will sense you by your moisture。 These captive worms are very alert not like the ones in the desert at all。 Besides 〃 how gloating her voice became！ 〃 you've no stillsuit。〃
〃Then why do you w