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teresting emotion； one he had been known to enjoy。 Leto knew that he had grown reasonably fond of the current Duncan。 There was a reservoir of hope in Leto that the man would survive the ing interview。 Sometimes they did。 There was little likelihood the Duncan posed a mortal threat； although this had to be left to such chance as existed。 Leto had tried to explain this to one of the earlier Duncans。。。right here in this room。
〃You will think it strange that ； with my powers； can speak of luck and chance；〃 Leto had said。
The Duncan had been angry。 〃You leave nothing to chance！ I know you！〃
〃How naive。 Chance is the nature of our universe。〃
〃Not chance！ Mischief。 And you're the author of mischief！〃
〃Excellent； Duncan！ Mischief is a most profound pleasure。 It's in the ways we deal with mischief that we sharpen creativity。〃
〃You're not even human anymore！〃 Oh； how angry the Duncan had been。
Leto had found his accusation irritating； like a grain of sand in an eye。 He held onto the remnants of his once…human self with a grimness which could not be denied； although irritation was the closest he could e to anger。
〃Your life is being a cliche；〃 Leto had accused。
Whereupon the Duncan had produced a small explosive from the folds of his uniform robe。 What a surprise！
Leto loved surprises； even nasty ones。
It is something I did not predict！ And he said as much to Duncan； who had stood there oddly undecided now that decision was absolutely demanded of him。
〃This could kill you；〃 the Duncan said。
〃I'm sorry； Duncan。 It will do a small amount of injury； no more。〃
〃But you said you didn't predict this！〃 The Duncan's voice had grown shrill。
〃Duncan； Duncan； it is absolute prediction which equals death to me。 How unutterably boring death is。〃
At the last instant； the Duncan had tried to throw the explosive to one side； but the material in it had been unstable and it had gone off too soon。 The Duncan had died。 Ahh； well…the Tleilaxu always had another in their axlotl tanks。
One of the drifting glowglobes above Leto began to blink。 Excitement gripped him。 Moneo's signal！ Faithful Moneo had alerted his God Emperor that the Duncan was descending to the crypt。
The door to the human lift between two spoked passages in the northwest arc of the hub swung open。 The Duncan strode forth； a small figure at that distance； but Leto's eyes discerned even tiny details； a wrinkle on the uniform elbow which said the man had been leaning somewhere； chin in hand。 Yes； there were still the marks of his hand on the chin。 The Duncan's odor preceded him： the man was high on his own adrenalin。
Leto remained silent while the Duncan approached； observing details。 The Duncan still walked with the spring of youth despite all of his long service。 He could thank a minimal ingestion of melange for that。 The man wore the old Atreides uniform； black with a golden hawk at the left breast。 An interesting statement； that： 〃I serve the honor of the old Atreides！〃 His hair was still the black cap of karakul； the features fixed in stony sharpness with high cheekbones。
The Tleilaxu make their gholas well； Leto thought。
The Duncan carried a thin briefcase woven of dark brown fibers； one he had carried for many years。 It usually contained the material upon which he based his reports； but today it bulged with some heavier weight。
The Ixian lasgun。
Idaho kept his attention on Leto's face as he walked。 The face remained disconcertingly Atreides； lean features with eyes of total blue which the nervous felt as a physical intrusion。 It lurked deep within a gray cowl of sandtrout skin which； Idaho knew； could roll forward protectively in a flickering reflex； a face blink rather than an eye blink。 The skin was pink within its gray frame。 It was difficult avoiding the thought that Leto's face was an obscenity； a lost bit of humanity trapped in something alien。
Stopping only six paces from the Royal Cart； Idaho did not attempt to conceal his angry determination。 He did not even think about whether Leto knew of the lasgun。 This Imperium had wandered too far from the old Atreides morality； had bee an impersonal juggernaut which crushed the innocent in its path。 It had to be ended。
〃I have e to talk to you about Siona and other matters；〃 Idaho said。 He brought the case into position where he could withdraw the lasgun easily。
〃Very well。〃 Leto's voice was full of boredom。
〃Siona was the only one who escaped； but she still has a base of rebel panions。〃
〃You think I don't know this！〃
〃I know your dangerous tolerance for rebels！ What I don't know is the contents of that package she stole。〃
〃Oh； that。 She has the plete plans for the Citadel。〃
For just a moment； Idaho was Leto's Guard mander； deeply shocked at such a breach of security。
〃You let her escape with that？〃
〃No； you did。〃
Idaho recoiled from this accusation。 Slowly。 the newly resolved assassin in him regained ascendancy。
〃Is that all she got？〃 Idaho asked。
〃I had two volumes； copies of my journal； in with the charts。 She stole the copies。〃
Idaho studied Leto's immobile face。 〃What is in these journals？ Sometimes you say it's a diary； sometimes a history。〃
〃A bit of both。 You might even call it a textbook。〃
〃Does it bother you that she took these volumes？〃
Leto allowed himself a soft smile which Idaho accepted as a negative answer。 A momentary tension rippled through Leto's body then as Idaho reached into the slim case。 Would it be the weapon or the reports！ Although the core of his body possessed a powerful resistance to heat； Leto knew that some of his flesh was vulnerable to lasguns； especially the face。
Idaho brought a report from his case and； even before he began reading from it； the signals were obvious to Leto。 Idaho was seeking answers； not providing information。 Idaho wanted justification for a course of action already chosen。
〃We have discovered a Cult of Alia on Giedi Prime；〃 Idaho said。
Leto remained silent while Idaho recounted the details。 How boring。 Leto let his thoughts wander。 The worshippers of his father's long…dead sister served these days only to provide occasional amusement。 The Duncans predictably saw such activity as a kind of underground threat。
Idaho finished reading。 His agents were thorough； no denying it。 Boringly thorough。
〃This is nothing more than a revival of Isis；〃 Leto said。 〃My priests and priestesses will have some sport suppressing this cult and its followers。〃
Idaho shook his head as though responding to a voice within it。
〃The Bene Gesserit knew about the cult；〃 he said。
Now that interested Leto。
〃The Sisterhood has never forgiven me for taking their breeding program away from them；〃 he said。
〃This has nothing to do with breeding。〃
Leto concealed mild amusement。 The Duncans were always so sensitive on the subject of breeding； although some of them occasionally stood at stud。
〃I see；〃 Leto said。 〃Well； the Bene Gesserit are all more than a little insane； but madness represents a chaotic reservoir of surprises。 Some surprises can be valuable。〃
〃I fail to see any value in this。〃
〃Do you think the Sisterhood was behind this cult？〃 Leto asked。
〃I do。〃