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〃Listen！〃 he called。
Moneo came to full alert。
Leto rolled his body on the cart； arched the front upward cent of the bubble shield and peered ahead。
Moneo knew this kind of thing well。 The God Emperor's senses； so much more acute than any of those around him； had detected a disturbance ahead。 The Fremen were beginning to move up to the road。 Moneo let himself fall back one pace and moved out to the limit of his dutiful position。 He heard it himself then。
There was the sound of gravel spilling。
The first Fremen appeared； ing up out of gullies on both sides of the road no more than a hundred meters ahead of the Royal party。
Duncan Idaho dashed forward and slowed himself to a trot beside Moneo。
〃Are those the Fremen？〃 Idaho asked。
〃Yes。〃 Moneo spoke with his attention on the God Emperor； who had lowered his bulk back onto the cart。
The Museum Fremen assembled on the road； dropped their outer robes to reveal inner robes of red and purple。 Moneo gaped。 The Fremen were togged out as pilgrims with some kind of black garment under the colorful robes。 The ones in the foreground waved rolls of paper as the entire group began singing and dancing toward the royal entourage。
〃A petition； Lord；〃 the leaders cried。 〃Hear our petition！〃
〃Duncan！〃 Leto cried。 〃Clear them out！〃
Fish Speakers surged forward through the courtiers as their Lord shouted。 Idaho waved them forward and began running toward the approaching mob。 The guards formed a phalanx； Idaho at the apex。
Leto slammed closed the bubble cover of his cart； increased its speed and called out in an amplified roar： 〃Clear away！ Clear away！〃
The Museum Fremen； seeing the guards run forward； the cart picking up speed as Leto shouted； made as though to open a path up the center of the road。 Moneo； forced to run to keep up with the cart； his attention momentarily on the running footsteps of the courtiers behind him； saw the first unexpected change of program by the Fremen。
As one person； the chanting throng threw off the pilgrim cloaks to reveal black uniforms identical to those worn by Idaho。
What are they doing？ Moneo wondered。
Even while he was asking himself this question； Moneo saw the flesh of the approaching faces melt away in Face Dancer mockery； every face resolving into a likeness of Duncan Idaho。
〃Face Dancers！〃 someone screamed。
Leto； too； had been distracted by the confusion of events； the sounds of many feet running on the road； the barked orders as Fish Speakers formed their phalanx。 He had applied more speed to his cart； closing the distance between himself and the guards； beginning then to ring a warning bell and sound the cart's distortion klaxon。 White noise blared across the scene； disorienting even some of the Fish Speakers who were conditioned to it。
At that instant； the petitioners discarded their pilgrim cloaks and began the transformation maneuver； their faces flickering into likenesses of Duncan Idaho。 Leto heard the scream： 〃Face Dancers！〃 He identified its source； a consort clerk in Royal Accounting。
Leto's initial reaction was amusement。
Guards and Face Dancers collided。 Screams and shouts replaced the petitioners' chanting。 Leto recognized Tleilaxu bat…
the…mands。 A thick knot of Fish Speakers formed around the black clad figure of his Duncan。 The guards were obeying Leto's oft repeated instruction to protect their ghola…mander。
But how will they tell him from the others。
Leto brought his cart almost to a stop。 He could see Fish Speakers on the left swinging their stunclubs。 Sunlight flashed from knives。 Then came the buzzing hum of lasguns； a sound Leto's grandmother had once described as 〃the most terrible in our universe。〃 More hoarse shouts and screams erupted from the vanguard。
Leto reacted with the first sound of lasguns。 He swerved the Royal Cart off the road to his right； shifted from wheels to suspensors and drove the vehicle back like a battering ram into a clot of Face Dancers trying to enter the fray from his side。 Turning in a tight arc； he hit more of them on the other side； feeling the crushing impact of flesh against plasteel； a red spray of blood； then he was down off the road into an erosion gully。 The brown serrated sides of the gully flashed past him。 He swept upward and swooped across the river canyon to a high； rock…girt viewpoint beside the Royal Road。 There； he stopped and turned； well beyond the range of hand…held lasguns。
What a surprise！
Laughter shook his great body with grunting； trembling convulsions。 Slowly； the amusement subsided。
From his vantage； Leto could see the bridge and the area of the attack。 Bodies lay in tangled disarray all across the scene and into the flanking gullies。 He recognized courtier finery； Fish Speaker uniforms； the bloodied black of the Face Dancer disguises。 Surviving courtiers huddled in the background while Fish Speakers sped among the fallen making sure the attackers were dead with a swift knife stroke into each body。
Leto swept his gaze across the scene searching for the black uniform of his Duncan。 There was not one such uniform standing。 Not one！ Leto put down a surge of frustration； then saw a clutch of Fish Speaker guards among the courtiers and。。。and a naked figure there。
Naked！
It was Duncan！ Naked！ Of course！ The Duncan Idaho without a uniform was not a Face Dancer。
Again； laughter shook him。 Surprises on both sides。 What a shock that must have been to the attackers。 Obviously； they had not prepared themselves for such a response。
Leto eased his cart out onto the roadway； dropped the wheels into position and rolled down to the bridge。 He crossed the bridge with a sense of deja vu； aware of the countless bridges in his memories； the crossings to view the aftermaths of battles。 As he cleared the bridge。 Idaho broke from the knot of guards and ran toward him； skipping and dodging the bodies。 Leto stopped his cart and stared at the naked runner。 The Duncan was like a Greek warrior…messenger dashing toward his mander to report the oute of battle。 The condensation of history stunned Leto's memories。
Idaho skidded to a stop beside the cart。 Leto opened the bubble cover。
〃Face Dancers； every damned one'〃 Idaho panted。
Not trying to conceal his amusement； Leto asked： 〃Whose idea was it to strip off your uniform？〃
〃Mine！ But they wouldn't let me fight！〃
Moneo came running up then with a group of guards。 One of the Fish Speakers tossed a guard's blue cloak to Idaho； calling out： 〃We're trying to salvage a plete uniform from the bodies。〃
〃I ripped mine off；〃 Idaho explained。
〃Did any of the Face Dancers escape？〃 Moneo asked。
〃Not a one；〃 Idaho said。 〃I admit your women are good fighters； but why wouldn't they let me get into。 。 。〃
〃Because they have instructions to protect you；〃 Leto said。 〃They always protect the most valuable。 。 。〃
〃Four of them died getting me out of there！〃 Idaho said。
〃We lost more than thirty people altogether； Lord；〃 Moneo said。 〃We're still counting。〃
〃How many Face Dancers？〃 Leto asked。
〃It looks like there were an even fifty of them； Lord；〃 Moneo said。 He spoke softly； a stricken look on his face。
Leto began to chuckle。
〃Why are you laug