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ttention to previous indications that the Lord Leto himself has killed some of his gholas。
There is increasing evidence that the Lord Leto employs puters。 If he is； in fact； defying his own prohibitions and the proscriptions of the Butlerian Jihad； the possession of proof by us could increase our influence over him； possibly even to the extent of certain joint ventures which we have long contemplated。 Sovereign control of our breeding program is still a primary concern。 We will continue our investigation with； however； the following caveat：
As with every report preceding this one； we must address the Lord Leto's prescience。 There is no doubt that his ability to predict future events； an oracular ability much more powerful than that of any ancestor； is still the mainstay of his political control。
We do not defy it！
It is our belief that he knows every important action we take far in advance of the event。 We guide ourselves； therefore； by the rule that we will not knowingly threaten either his person or such of his grand plan as we can discern。 Our address to him will continue to be：
〃Tell us if we threaten you that we may desist。〃
And：
〃Tell us of your grand plan that we may help。〃
He has provided no new answers to either question during this period。
THE IXIANS
Other than the Guild…Ix project； there is little of significance to report。 Ix is sending a new Ambassador to the Court of the Lord Leto； one Hwi Noree； a niece of the Malky who once was reputed to be such a boon panion of the God Emperor。 The reason for the choice of replacement is not known； although there is a small body of evidence that this Hwi Noree was bred for a specific purpose； possibly as the Ixian representative at the Court。 We have reason to believe that Malky also was genetically designed with that official context in mind。
We will continue to investigate。
THE MUSEUM FREMEN
These degenerate relics of the once…proud warriors continue to function as our major source of reliable information about affairs on Arrakis。 They represent a major budget item for our next reporting period because their demands for payment are increasing and we dare not antagonize them。
It is interesting to note that although their lives bear little resemblance to that of their ancestors； their performance of Fremen rituals and their ability to ape Fremen ways remains flawless。 We attribute this to Fish Speaker influence upon Fremen training。
THE TLEILAXU
We do not expect the new ghola of Duncan Idaho to provide any surprises。 The Tleilaxu continue to be much chastened by the Lord Leto's reaction to their one attempt at changing the cellular nature and the psyche of the original。
A recent envoy from the Tleilaxu renewed their attempts to entice us into a joint venture； the avowed purpose being the production of a totally female society without the need for males。 For all of the obvious reasons； including our distrust of everything Tleilaxu； we responded with our usual polite negative。 Our Embassy to the Lord Leto's Decennial Festival will make a full report of this to him。
Respectfully submitted：
The Reverend Mothers Syaksa； Yitob； Mamulut； Eknekosk and Akeli。
Odd as it may seem； great struggles such as the one you can see emerging from my journals are not always visible to the participants。 Much depends on what people dream in the secrecy of their hearts。 I have always been as concerned with the shaping of dreams as with the shaping of actions。 Between the lines of my journals is the struggle with humankind's view of itself…a sweaty contest on a field where motives from our darkest past can well up out of an unconscious reservoir and bee events with which we not only must live but contend。 It is the hydraheaded monster which always attacks from your blind side。 I pray； therefore； that when you have traversed my portion of the Golden Path you no longer will be innocent children dancing to music you cannot hear。…The Stolen Journals
NAYLA MOVED In a steady； plodding ；pace as she climbed the circular stairs to the God Emperor's audience chamber atop the Citadel's south tower。 Each time she traversed the southwest arc of the tower； the narrow slitted windows drew dust…defined golden lines across her path。 She knew that the central wall beside her confined a lift of Ixian make large enough to carry her Lord's bulk to the upper chamber； certainly large enough to hold her relatively smaller body； but she did not resent the fact that she was required to use the stairs。
The breeze through the open slits brought her the burnt…flint smell of blown sand。 The low…lying sun ignited the light of red mineral flakes in the inner wall； ruby matches glowing there。 Now and then she cast a glance through a slitted window at the dunes。 Never once did she pause to admire the things to be seen around her。
〃You have heroic patience； Nayla；〃 the Lord had once told her。
Remembrance of those words warmed Nayla now。
Within the tower； Leto followed Nayla's progress up the long circular stairs that spiraled around the Ixian tube。 Her progress was transmitted to him by an Ixian device which projected her approaching image quarter…size onto a region of three…dimensional focus directly in front of his eyes。
How precisely she moves； he thought。
The precision； he knew； came from a passionate simplicity。
She wore her Fish Speaker blues and a cape…robe without the hawk at the breast。 Once past the guard station at the foot of the tower； she had thrown back the cibus mask he required her to wear on these personal visits。 Her blocky； muscular body was like that of many others among his guardians； but her face was like no other in all of his memory…almost square with a mouth so wide it seemed to extend around the cheeks； an illusion caused by deep creases at the corners。 Her eyes were pale green； the closely cropped hair like old ivory。 Her forehead added to the square effect； almost flat with pale eyebrows which often went unnoticed because of the pelling eyes。 The nose was a straight； shallow line which terminated close to the thin…lipped mouth。
When Nayla spoke； her great jaws opened and closed like those of some primordial animal。 Her strength； known to few outside the corps of Fish Speakers； was legendary there。 Leto had seen her lift a one…hundred…kilo man with one hand。 Her presence on Arrakis had been arranged originally without Moneo's intervention； although the majordomo knew Leto employed his Fish Speakers as secret agents。
Leto turned his head away from the plodding image and looked out the wide opening beside him at the desert to the south。 The colors of the distant rocks danced in his awareness…brown； gold； a deep amber。 There was a line of pink on a faraway cliff the exact hue of an egret's feathers。 Egrets did not exist anymore except in Leto's memory； but he could place that pale pastel ribbon of stone against an inner eye and it was as though the extinct bird flew past him。
The climb； he knew； should be starting to tire even Nayla。 She paused at last to rest； stopping at a point two steps past the three…quarter mark； precisely the place where she rested every time。 It was part of her precision； one of the reasons he