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In the corridor near his quarters； Idaho encountered Nayla walking slowly toward him。 Something in her face； a look of indecision and loss； stopped him briefly and almost brought him out of his internal concentration。
〃Friend？〃 he said； speaking when he was only a few paces from her。
She looked at him； abrupt recognition obvious on her square face。
What an odd…looking woman； he thought。
〃I am no longer Friend；〃 she said and passed by him down the corridor。
Idaho turned on one heel and stared at her retreating back…
those heavy shoulders； that plodding sense of terrible muscles。
What was she bred for？ he wondered。
It was only a passing thought。 His own concerns returned more strongly than before。 He strode the few paces to his door and into his quarters。
Once inside； Idaho stood a moment with clenched fists at his sides。
have no more ties to any time； he thought。 And how odd that this was not a liberating thought。 He knew； though； that he had done the thing which would begin freeing Hwi from her love for him。 He was diminished。 She would think of him soon as a small； petulant fool； a subject only of his own emotions。 He could feel himself fading from her immediate concerns。
And that poor Moneo！
Idaho sensed the shape of the things which had formed the pliant majordomo。 Duty and responsibility。 What a safe haven those were in a time of difficult decisions。
I was like that once； Idaho thought。 But that was in another life； another time。
The Duncans sometimes ask if I understand the exotic ideas of our past？ And if I understand them； why can't I explain them？ Knowledge； the Duncans believe； resides only in particulars。 I try to tell them that all words are plastic。 Word images begin to distort in the instant of utterance。 Ideas imbedded in a language require that particular language for expression。 This is the very essence of the meaning within the word exotic。 See how it begins to distort？ Translation squirms in the presence of the exotic。 The Galach which I speak here imposes itself。 It is an outside frame of reference； a particular system。 Dangers lurk in all systems。 Systems incorporate the unexamined beliefs of their creators。 Adopt a system； accept its beliefs； and you help strengthen the resistance to change。 Does it serve any purpose for me to tell the Duncans that there are no languages for some things？ Ahhh！ But the Duncans believe that all languages are mine。
…The Stolen Journals
Fort Two full turns of days and nights； Siona failed to seal her face mask； losing precious water with every breath。 It had taken the Fremen admonition to children before Siona remembered her father's words。 Leto had spoken to her finally on the cold third morning of their traverse when they stopped within a rock shadow on the windswept flat of the erg。
〃Guard every breath for it carries the warmth and moisture of your life；〃 he said。
He had known they would be three more days on the erg and three more nights beyond that before they reached water。 Now； it was the fifth morning from the Little Citadel's tower。 They had entered shallow drifts of sand during the night…not dunes； but dunes could be glimpsed ahead of them and even the remnants of Habbanya Ridge were a thin； broken line in the distance if you knew where to look。 Now； Siona took down the mouth flap of her stillsuit only to speak clearly。 And she spoke through black and bleeding lips。
She has the thirst of desperation； he thought； as he let his senses probe their surroundings。 She will reach the moments of crisis soon。 His senses told him that they were still alone here at the edge of the flat。 Dawn lay only minutes behind them。 The low light created barriers of dust reflection which twisted and lifted and dipped in the unceasing wind。 His senses filtered out the wind that he might hear other things Siona's heaving breaths； the tumble of a small sandspill from the rocks beside them； his own gross body grating in the thin sand cover。
Siona peeled her face mask aside but held it in her hand for quick restoration。
〃How much longer until we find water？〃 she asked。
〃Three nights。〃
〃Is there a better direction to go？〃
〃No。〃
She had e to appreciate the Fremen economy with important information。 She sipped greedily at a few drops in her catchpocket。
Leto recognized the message of her movements…familiar gestures for Fremen in extremis。 Siona was now fully aware of a mon experience among her ancestors patiyeh； the thirst at the edge of death。
The few drops in her catchpocket were gone。 He heard her sucking air。 She restored the mask and spoke in a muffed voice。
〃I won't make it； will I？〃
Leto looked into her eyes； seeing there the clarity of thought brought on by the nearness of death； a penetrating awareness seldom otherwise achieved。 It amplified only that which was required for survival。 Yes； she was well into the tedah riagrimi； the agony which opens the mind。 Soon； she would have to make that ultimate decision which she yet believed she had already made。 Leto knew by the signs that he was required to treat Siona now with extreme courtesy。 He would have to answer every question with candor for in every question lurked a judgment。
〃Will I？〃 she insisted。
There was still a trace of hope in her desperation。
〃Nothing is certain；〃 he said。
This dropped her into despair。
That had not been Leto's intention； but he knew that it often happened…an accurate； though ambiguous； answer was taken as confirmation of one's deepest fears。
She sighed。
Her mask…muffled voice probed at him once more。 〃You had some special intention for me in your breeding program。〃
It was not a question。
〃All people have intentions；〃 he told her。
〃But you wanted my full agreement。〃
〃That is true。〃
〃How could you expect agreement when you know I hate everything about you？ Be honest with me！〃
〃The three legs of the agreement…tripod are desire； data and doubt。 Accuracy and honesty have little to do with it。〃
〃Please don't argue with me。 You know I'm dying。〃
〃I respect you too much to argue with you。〃
He lifted his front segments slightly then； probing the wind。 It already was beginning to bring the day's heat but there was too much moisture in it for his fort。 He was reminded that the more he ordered the weather controlled； the more there was that required control。 Absolutes only brought him closer to vagueries。
〃You say you're not arguing； but。。
。〃
〃Argument closes off the doors of the senses；〃 he said； lowering himself back to the surface。 〃It always masks violence。 Continued too long； argument always leads to violence。 I have no violent intentions toward you。〃
〃What do you mean…desire； data and doubt？〃
〃Desire brings the participants together。 Data set the limits of their dialogue。 Doubt frames the questions。〃
She moved closer to stare directly into his face from less than a meter away。
How odd； he thought； that hatred could be mingled so pletely with hope and fear and awe。
〃Could you save me？〃
〃There is a way。〃
She nodded and he knew she had leaped to the wrong conclusion。
〃You want to trade that for my agreement！〃 she accused。
〃No。〃
〃If I pass your test