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〃The charts will not reveal it。 Will she tunnel？〃
〃She seeks Ixian tools for that。〃
〃Ix will not provide them。〃
〃Is there such a hoard of spice； Lord？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃There is a story about how Your hoard is defended； Lord。 That Arrakis itself would be destroyed if anyone tried to steal Your melange。 Is it true？〃
〃Yes。 And that would shatter the Empire。 Nothing would survive…not Guild or Sisterhood； not Ix or Tleilaxu； not even the Fish Speakers。〃
She shuddered； then： 〃I will not let Siona try to get Your spice。〃
〃Nayla！ I manded you to obey Siona in everything。 Is this how you serve me？〃
〃Lord？〃 She stood in fear of his anger； closer to a loss of faith than he had ever seen her。 It was the crisis he had created； knowing how it must end。 Slowly； Nayla relaxed。 He could see the shape of her thought as though she had laid it out for him in illuminated words。
The ultimate test！
〃You will return to Siona and guard her life with your own；〃 Leto said。 〃That is the task I set for you and that you accepted。 It is why you were chosen。 It is why you carry a blade from Stilgar's household。〃
Her right hand went to the crysknife concealed beneath her robe。
How sure it is； Leto thought； that a weapon can lock a person into a predictable pattern of behavior。
He stared with fascination at Nayla's rigid body。 Her eyes were empty of everything except adoration。
The ultimate rhetorical despotism。。。and I despise it！
〃Go then！〃 he barked。
Nayla turned and fled the Holy Presence。
Is it worth this？ Leto wondered。
But Nayla had told him what he needed to know。 Nayla had renewed her faith and revealed with accuracy the thing which Leto could not find in Siona's fading image。 Nayla's instincts were to be trusted。
Siona has reached that explosive moment which I require。
The Duncans always think it odd that I choose women for bat forces； but my Fish Speakers are a temporary army in every sense。 While they can be violent and vicious； women are profoundly different from men in their dedication to battle。 The cradle of genesis ultimately predisposes them to behavior more protective of life。 They have proved to be the best keepers of the Golden Path。 I reinforce this in my design for their training。 They are set aside for a time from ordinary routines。 I give them special sharings which they can look back upon' with pleasure for the rest of their lives。 They e of age in the pany of their sisters in preparation for events more profound。 What you share in such panionship always prepares you for greater things。 The haze of nostalgia covers their days among their sisters； making those days into something different than they were。 That's the way today changes history。 All contemporaries do not inhabit the same time。 The past is always changing； but few realize it。
…The Stolen Journals
AFTER SENDING word to the Fish Speakers； Leto descended to the crypt in the late evening。 He had found it best to begin the first interview with a new Duncan Idaho in a darkened room where the ghola could hear Leto describe himself before actually seeing the pre…worm body。 There was a small side room carved in black stone off the central rotunda of the crypt which suited this requirement。 The chamber was large enough to acmodate Leto on his cart； but the ceiling was low。 Illumination came from hidden glowglobes which he controlled。 There was only the one door； but it was in two segments…one swinging wide to admit the Royal Cart； the other a small portal in human dimensions。
Leto rolled his Royal Cart into the chamber； sealed the large portal and opened the smaller one。 He posed himself then for the ordeal。
Boredom was an increasing problem。 The pattern of the Tleilaxu gholas had bee boringly repetitious。 Once； Leto had sent word warning the Tleilaxu to send no more Duncans； but they had known they could disobey him in this thing。
Sometimes I think they do it just to keep disobedience alive！
The Tleilaxu relied on an important thing which they knew protected them in other matters。
The presence of a Duncan pleases the Paul Atreides in me。
As Leto had explained it to Moneo in the majordomo's first days at the Citadel：
〃The Duncans must e to me with much more than Tleilaxu preparation。 You must see to it that my houris gentle the Duncans and that the women answer some of his questions。〃
〃Which questions may they answer； Lord？〃
〃They know。〃
Moneo had； of course； learned all about this procedure over the years。
Leto heard Moneo's voice outside the darkened room； then the sound of the Fish Speaker escort and the hesitantly distinctive footsteps of the new ghola。
〃Through that door；〃 Moneo said。 〃It will be dark inside and we will close the door behind you。 Stop just inside and wait for the Lord Leto to speak。〃
〃Why will it be dark？〃 The Duncan's voice was full of aggressive misgivings。
〃He will explain。〃
Idaho was thrust into the room and the door was sealed behind him。
Leto knew what the ghola saw…only shadows among shadows and blackness where not even the source of a voice could be fixed。 As usual； Leto brought the Paul Muad'Dib voice into play。
〃It pleases me to see you again； Duncan。〃
〃I can't see you！〃
Idaho was a warrior； and the warrior attacks。 This reassured Leto that the ghola was a fully restored original。 The morality play by which the Tleilaxu reawakened a ghola's pre…death memories always left some uncertainties in the gholas' minds。 Some of the Duncans believed they had threatened a real Paul Muad'Dib。 This one carried such illusions。
〃I hear Paul's voice but I can't see him；〃 Idaho said。 He didn't try to conceal the frustrations； let them all e out in his voice。
Why was an Atreides playing this stupid game？ Paul was truly dead in some long…ago and this was Leto； the carrier of Paul's resurrected memories。。。and the memories of many others！…if the Tleilaxu stories were to be believed。
〃You have been told that you are only the latest in a long line of duplicates；〃 Leto said。
〃I have none of those memories。〃
Leto recognized hysteria in the Duncan； barely covered by the warrior bravado。 The cursed Tleilaxu post…tank restoration tactics had produced the usual mental chaos。 This Duncan had arrived in a state of near shock； strongly suspecting he was insane。 Leto knew that the most subtle powers of reassurance would be required now to soothe the poor fellow。 This would be emotionally draining for both of them。
〃There have been many changes； Duncan；〃 Leto said。 〃One thing； though； does not change。 I am still Atreides。〃
〃They said your body is。 。 。〃
〃Yes； that has changed。〃
〃The damned Tleilaxu！ They tried to make me kill someone I。。。well； he looked like you。 I suddenly remembered who I was and there was this。。uld that have been a Muad'Dib ghola？〃
〃A Face Dancer mimic； I assure you。〃
〃He looked and talked so much like。。。Are you sure？〃
〃An actor； no more。 Did he survive？〃
〃Of course！ That's how they wakened my memories。 They explained the whole damned thing。 Is it true？〃
〃It's true； Duncan。 I detest it； but I permit it for the pleasure of your pany。〃
The potential victims always survive； Leto thought。 At least for the Dun