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〃Others？〃
〃There is an older son。。。a daughter。 Will you。 。 。 I mean； I could arrange。 。 。〃
〃No！ The boy was right。 I'm not his father。〃
〃I'm sorry；〃 Siona whispered。 〃I should not have done this。〃
〃Why did he choose this place？〃 Idaho asked。
〃The father。 。 。 your。 。 。〃
〃My predecessor！〃
〃Because this was Irti's home and she would not leave。 That is what people said。〃
〃Irti。。。the mother？〃
〃Wife； by the old rite； the one from the Oral History。〃
Idaho looked around at the stone fronts of the buildings which enclosed the square； the curtained windows； the narrow doors。 〃So he lived here？〃
〃When he could。〃
〃How did he die； Siona？〃
〃Truly； I do not know。。。but the Worm has killed others。 We know that for sure！〃
〃How do you know it？〃 He centered a probing stare on her face。 The intensity of it forced her to look away。
〃I do not doubt the stories of my ancestors；〃 she said。 〃They are told in bits and pieces； a note here； a whispered account there； but I believe them。 My father believes them； too！〃
〃Moneo has said nothing to me of this。〃
〃One thing you can say about the Atreides；〃 she said。 〃We're loyal and that's a fact。 We keep our word。〃
Idaho opened his mouth to speak； closed it without making a sound。 Of course！ Siona； too； was Atreides。 The thought shook him。 He had known it； but he had not accepted it。 Siona was some kind of a rebel； a rebel whose actions were almost sanctioned by Leto。 The limits of his permission were unclear； but Idaho sensed them。
〃You must not harm her；〃 Leto had said。 〃She is to be tested。〃
Idaho turned his back on Siona。
〃You don't know anything for sure；〃 he said。 〃Bits and pieces； rumors！〃
Siona did not respond。
〃He's an Atreides！〃 Idaho said。
〃He's the Worm！〃 Siona said and the venom in her voice was almost palpable。
〃Your damned Oral History is nothing but a bunch of ancient gossip！〃 Idaho accused。 〃Only a fool would believe it。〃
〃You still trust him；〃 she said。 〃That will change。〃
Idaho whirled and glared at her。
〃You've never talked to him！〃
〃I have。 When I was a child。〃
〃You're still a child。 He's all of the Atreides who were； all of them。 It's a terrible thing； but I knew those people。 They were my friends。〃
Siona only shook her head。
Again； Idaho turned away。 He felt that he had been wrung dry of emotion。 He was spiritually boneless。 Without willing it； he began walking across the square and up the street where the boy had gone。 Siona came running after him and fell into step； but he ignored her。
The street was narrow； enclosed by the one…story stone walls； the doors set back within arched frames； all of the doors closed。 The windows were small versions of the doors。 Curtains twitched as he passed。
At the first cross…street； Idaho stopped and looked to the right where the boy had gone。 Two gray…haired women in long black skirts and dark green blouses stood a few paces away down the street； gossiping with their heads close together。 They fell silent when they saw Idaho and stared at him with open curiosity。 He returned their stare； then looked down the sidestreet。 It was empty。
Idaho turned toward the women； passed them within a pace。 They drew closer together and turned to watch him。 They looked only once at Siona； then returned their attention to Idaho。 Siona moved quietly beside him； an odd expression on her face。
Sadness？ he wondered。 Regret？ Curiosity？
It was difficult to say。 He was more curious about the doorways and windows they were passing。
〃Have you ever been to Goygoa before？〃 Idaho asked。
〃No。〃 Siona spoke in a subdued voice； as though afraid of it。
Why am I walking down this 。street？ Idaho wondered。 Even as he asked himself the question； he knew the answer。 This woman； this Irti： What kind of a woman would bring me to Goygoa：'
The corner of a curtain on his right lifted and Idaho saw a face…the boy from the square。 The curtain dropped then was flung aside to reveal a woman standing there。 Idaho stared speechlessly at her face； stopped in a pleted step。 It was the face of a woman known only to his deepest fantasies…a soft oval with penetrating dark eyes； a full and sensuous mouth 。 。 。
〃Jessica；〃 he whispered。
〃What did you say？〃 Siona asked。
Idaho could not answer。 It was the face of Jessica resurrected out of a past he had believed gone forever； a genetic prank Muad'Dib's mother recreated in new flesh。
The woman closed the curtain； leaving the memory of her features in Idaho's mind； an after…image which he knew he could never remove。 She had been older than the Jessica who had shared their dangers on Duneage…lines beside the mouth and eyes； the body a bit more full 。 。 。
More motherly； Idaho told himself。 Then： Did I ever tell her。 。 。 who 。she resembled？
Siona tugged at his sleeve。 〃Do you wish to go in； to meet her？〃
〃No。 This was a mistake。〃
Idaho started to turn back the way they had e； but the door of Irti's house was flung open。 A young man emerged and closed the door behind him； turning then to confront Idaho。 Idaho guessed the youth's age at sixteen and there was no denying the parentage…that karakul hair； the strong features。
〃You are the new one；〃 the youth said。 His voice had already deepened into manhood。
〃Yes。〃 Idaho found if difficult to speak。
〃Why have you e？〃 the youth asked。
〃It was not my idea；〃 Idaho said。 He found this easier to say； the words driven by resentment against Siona。
The youth looked at Siona。 〃We have had word that my father is dead。〃
Siona nodded。
The youth returned his attention to Idaho。 〃Please go away and do not return。 You cause pain for my mother。〃
〃Of course；〃 Idaho said。 〃Please apologize to the Lady Irti for this intrusion。 I was brought here against my will。〃
〃Who brought you？〃
〃The Fish Speakers；〃 Idaho said。
The youth nodded once； a curt movement of the head。 He looked once more at Siona。 〃I always thought that you Fish Speakers were taught to treat your own more kindly。〃 With that； he turned and reentered the house； closing the door firmly behind him。
Idaho turned back the way they had e； grabbing Siona's arm as he strode away。 She stumbled； then fell into step； disengaging his grasp。
〃He thought I was a Fish Speaker；〃 she said。
〃Of course。 You have the look。〃 He glanced at her。 〃Why didn't you tell me that Irti was a Fish Speaker？〃
〃It didn't seem important。〃
〃Oh。〃
〃That's how they met。〃
They came to the intersection with the street from the square。 Idaho turned away from the square； striding briskly up to the end where the village merged into gardens and orchards。 He felt insulated by shock； his awareness recoiling from too much that could not be assimilated。
A low wall blocked his path。 He climbed over it； heard Siona follow。 Trees around them were in bloom； white flowers with orange centers where dark brown insects worked。 The air was full of insect buzzing and a floral scent which reminded Idaho of jungle flowers from Caladan。
He stopped when he reached the crest of a hill where he could turn and look back down at Goygoa's rectangular neatness。 The roofs were flat and black。
Siona sat down on the thick grass of the hilltop and