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till the trembling of his muscles； soothe the aching of his shoulders。 Slowly； he turned full circle； examining the top while he let his memories at last estimate the height of that climb。
Nine hundred meters。。。at least that。
The Royal Roadway interested him。 It was not like what he had seen on the way to Onn。 It was wide； wide。。。at least five hundred meters。 The roadbed was a smooth； unbroken gray with its edge some one hundred meters from each lip of the Wall。 Rock pillars at man height marked the road's edge； stretching away like sentinels along the path Leto would use。
Idaho walked to the far side of the Wall opposite the Sareer and peered down。 Far away in the depths； a hurtling green flow of river battered itself into foam against buttress rocks。 He looked to the right。 Leto would e from there。 Road and Wall curved gently to the right； the curve beginning about three hundred meters from the place where Idaho stood。 Idaho returned to the road and walked along its edge； following the curve until it made a returning 〃S〃 and narrowed； sloping gently downward。 He stopped and looked at what was revealed for him； seeing the new pattern take shape。
About three kilometers away down the gentle slope； the roadway narrowed and crossed the river gorge on a bridge whose faery trusses appeared insubstantial and toy like at this distance。 Idaho remembered a similar bridge on the road to Onn； the substantial feel of it beneath his feet。 He trusted his memory； thinking about bridges as a military leader was forced to think about them…passages or traps。
Moving out to his left； he looked down and outward to another high Wall at the far anchor of the faery bridge。 The road continued there； turning gently until it was a line running straight northward。 There were two Walls along there and the river between them。 The river glided in a man…made chasm； its moisture confined and channeled into a northward wind drift while the water itself flowed southward。
Idaho ignored the river then。 It was there and it would be there tomorrow。 He fixed his attention on the bridge； letting his military training examine it。 He nodded once to himself before turning back the way he had e； lifting the light rope from his shoulders as he walked。
It was only when she saw the rope e snaking down that Nayla had her orgasm。
What am I eliminating？ The bourgeois infatuation with peaceful conservation of the past。 This is a binding force； a thing which holds humankind into one vulnerable unit in spite of illusionary separations across parsecs of space。 If I can find the scattered bits； others can find them。 When you are together； you can share a mon catastrophe。 You can be exterminated together。 Thus； I demonstrate the terrible danger of a gliding； passionless mediocrity； a movement without ambitions or aims。 I show you that entire civilizations can do this thing。 I give you eons of life which slips gently toward death without fuss or stirring； without even asking 'Why？' I show you the false happiness and the shadow…catastrophe called Leto； the God Emperor。 Now； will you learn the real happiness？
…The Stolen Journals
HAVING SPENT the night with only one brief catnap； Leto was awake when Moneo emerged from the guest house at dawn。 The Royal Cart had been parked almost in the center of a three…sided courtyard。 The cart's cover had been set on one…way opaque； concealing its occupant； and was tightly sealed against moisture。 Leto could hear the faint stirring of the fans which pulsed his air through a drying cycle。
Moneo's feet scratched on the courtyard's cobbles as he approached the cart。 Dawn light edged the guest house roof with orange above the majordomo。
Leto opened the cart's cover as Moneo stopped in front of him。 There was a yeasting dirt smell to the air and the accumulation of moisture in the breeze was painful。
〃We should arrive at Tuono about noon；〃 Moneo said。 〃I wish you'd let me bring in 'thopters to guard the sky。〃
〃I do not want 'thopters；〃 Leto said。 〃We can go down to Tuono on suspensors and ropes。〃
Leto marveled at the plastic images in this brief exchange。 Moneo had never liked peregrinations。 His youth as a rebel had left him with suspicions of everything he could not see or label。 He remained a mass of latent judgments。
〃You know I don't want 'thopters for transport；〃 Moneo said。 〃I want them to guard。 。 。〃
〃Yes； Moneo。〃
Moneo looked past Leto at the open end of the courtyard which overlooked the river canyon。 Dawn light was frosting the mist which arose from the depths。 He thought of how far down that canyon dropped。。。a body twisting； twisting as it fell。 Moneo had found himself unable to go to the canyon's lip last night and peer down into it。 The drop was such a。。。such a temptation。
With that insightful power which filled Moneo with such awe； Leto said： 〃There's a lesson in every temptation； Moneo。〃
Speechless； Moneo turned to stare directly into Leto's eyes。
〃See the lesson in my life； Moneo。〃
〃Lord？〃 It was only a whisper。
〃They tempt me first with evil； then with good。 Each temptation is fashioned with exquisite attention to my susceptibilities。 Tell me； Moneo； if I choose the good； does that make me good？〃
〃Of course it does； Lord。〃
〃Perhaps you will never lose the habit of judgment；〃 Leto said。
Moneo looked away from him once more and stared at the chasm's edge。 Leto rolled his body to look where Moneo looked。 Dwarf pines had been cultured along the lip of the canyon。 There were hanging dewdrops on the damp needles； each of them sending a promise of pain to Leto。 He longed to close the cart's cover； but there was an immediacy in those jewels which attracted his memories even while they repelled his body。 The opposed synchrony threatened to fill him with turmoil。
〃I just don't like going around on foot；〃 Moneo said。
〃It was the Fremen war；〃 Leto said。
Moneo sighed。 〃The others will be ready in a few minutes。 Hwi was breakfasting when I came out。〃
Leto did not respond。 His thoughts were lost in memories of night…the one just past and the millennial others which crowded his pasts…clouds and stars； the rains and the open blackness pocked with glittering flakes from a shredded cosmos； a universe of nights； extravagant with them as he had been with his heartbeats。
Moneo suddenly demanded： 〃Where are your guards？〃
〃I sent them to eat。〃
〃I don't like them leaving you unguarded！〃
The crystal sound of Moneo's voice rang in Leto's memories； speaking things not cast in words。 Moneo feared a universe where there was no God Emperor。 He would rather die than see such a universe。
〃What will happen today？〃 Moneo demanded。
It was a question directed not to the God Emperor but to the prophet。
‘ A seed blown on the wind could be tomorrow's willow tree；〃 Leto said。
〃You know our future！ Why won't you share it？〃 Moneo was close to hysteria。。。refusing anything his immediate senses did not report。
Leto turned to glare at the majordomo； a gaze so obviously filled with pent…up emotions that Moneo recoiled from it。
〃Take charge of your own existence； Moneo！〃
Moneo took a deep； trembling breath。 〃Lord； I meant no offense。 I sought only。 。 。
〃Look up