God Emperor of Dune (44 page)
“I have taken away the magic?”
“Yes!”
Idaho dropped his hands to his sides and clenched them into fists. He felt that he stood alone in the path of a millrace tide which would overwhelm him at his slightest relaxation.
And what of my time?
Leto thought.
This, too, will never happen again. But the Duncan would not understand the difference.
Leto thought.
This, too, will never happen again. But the Duncan would not understand the difference.
“What brought you rushing back from the Citadel?” Leto asked.
Idaho took a deep breath, then: “Is it true? You’re to be married?”
“That’s correct.”
“To this Hwi Noree, the Ixian Ambassador?”
“True.”
Idaho darted a quick glance along Leto’s supine length.
They always look for genitalia
, Leto thought.
Perhaps I should have something made, a gross protuberance to shock them.
He choked back the small burst of amusement which threatened to erupt from his throat.
Another emotion amplified. Thank you, Hwi. Thank you, Ixians.
, Leto thought.
Perhaps I should have something made, a gross protuberance to shock them.
He choked back the small burst of amusement which threatened to erupt from his throat.
Another emotion amplified. Thank you, Hwi. Thank you, Ixians.
Idaho shook his head. “But you …”
“There are strong elements to a marriage other than sex,” Leto said. “Will we have children of our flesh? No. But the effects of this union will be profound.”
“I listened while you were talking to Moneo,” Idaho said. “I thought it must be some kind of joke, a …”
“Careful, Duncan!”
“Do you
love
her?”
love
her?”
“More deeply than any man ever loved a woman.”
“Well, what about her? Does she …”
“She feels … a compelling compassion, a need to share with me, to give whatever she can give. It is her nature.”
Idaho suppressed a feeling of revulsion.
“Moneo’s right. They’ll believe the Tleilaxu stories.”
“That is one of the profound effects.”
“And you still want me to … to mate with Siona!”
“You know my wishes. I leave the choice to you.”
“Who’s that Nayla woman?”
“You’ve met Nayla! Good.”
“She and Siona act like sisters. That big hunk! What’s going on there, Leto?”
“What would you want to go on? And what does it matter?”
“I’ve never met such a brute! She reminds me of Beast Rabban. You’d never know she was female if she didn’t …”
“You have met her before,” Leto said. “You knew her as Friend.”
Idaho stared at him in quick silence, the silence of a burrowing creature who senses the hawk.
“Then you trust her,” Idaho said.
“Trust? What is trust?”
The moment arrives
, Leto thought. He could see it shaping in Idaho’s thoughts.
, Leto thought. He could see it shaping in Idaho’s thoughts.
“Trust is what goes with a pledge of loyalty,” Idaho said.
“Such as the trust between you and me?” Leto asked.
A bitter smile touched Idaho’s lips. “So that’s what you’re doing with Hwi Noree? A marriage, a pledge …”
“Hwi and I already have trust for each other.”
“Do you trust me, Leto?”
“If I cannot trust Duncan Idaho, I cannot trust anyone.”
“And if I can’t trust you?”
“Then I pity you.”
Idaho took this as almost a physical shock. His eyes were wide with unspoken demands. He
wanted
to trust. He
wanted
the magic which would never come again.
wanted
to trust. He
wanted
the magic which would never come again.
Idaho indicated his thoughts were taking off in an odd tangent then.
“Can they hear us out in the anteroom?” he asked.
“No.”
But my journals hear!
But my journals hear!
“Moneo was furious. Anyone could see it. But he went away like a docile lamb.”
“Moneo is an aristocrat. He is married to duty, to responsibilities. When he is reminded of these things, his anger vanishes.”
“So that’s how you control him,” Idaho said.
“He controls himself,” Leto said, remembering how Moneo had glanced up from the notetaking, not for reassurances, but to prompt his sense of duty.
“No,” Idaho said. “He doesn’t control himself. You do it.”
“Moneo has locked
himself
into his past. I did not do that.”
himself
into his past. I did not do that.”
“But he’s an aristocrat … an Atreides.”
Leto recalled Moneo’s aging features, thinking how inevitable it was that the aristocrat would refuse his final duty—which was to step aside and vanish into history. He would have to be driven aside. And he would be. No aristocrat had ever overcome the demands of change.
Idaho was not through. “Are you an aristocrat, Leto?”
Leto smiled. “The ultimate aristocrat dies within me.” And he thought:
Privilege becomes arrogance. Arrogance promotes injustice. The seeds of ruin blossom.
Privilege becomes arrogance. Arrogance promotes injustice. The seeds of ruin blossom.
“Maybe I will not attend your wedding,” Idaho said. “I never thought of myself as an aristocrat.”
“But you were. You were
the
aristocrat of the sword.”
the
aristocrat of the sword.”
“Paul was better,” Idaho said.
Leto spoke in the voice of Muad’Dib: “Because you taught me!” He resumed his normal tones: “The aristocrat’s unspoken duty—to teach, and sometimes by horrible example.”
And he thought:
Pride of birth trails out into penury and the weaknesses of interbreeding. The way is opened for pride of wealth and accomplishment. Enter the
nouveaux riches,
riding to power as the Harkonnens did, on the backs of the
ancient régime.
Pride of birth trails out into penury and the weaknesses of interbreeding. The way is opened for pride of wealth and accomplishment. Enter the
nouveaux riches,
riding to power as the Harkonnens did, on the backs of the
ancient régime.
The cycle repeated itself with such persistence that Leto felt anyone should have seen how it must be built into long forgotten survival patterns which the species had outgrown, but never lost.
But no, we still carry the detritus which I must weed out.
“Is there some frontier?” Idaho asked. “Is there some frontier where I could go and never again be a part of this?”
“If there is to be any frontier, you must help me create it,” Leto said. “There is now no place to go where others of us cannot follow and find you.”
“Then you won’t let me go.”
“Go if you wish. Others of you have tried it. I tell you there is no frontier, no place to hide. Right now, as it has been for a long, long time, humankind is like a single-celled creature, bound together by a dangerous glue.”
“No new planets? No strange …”
“Oh, we grow, but we do not separate.”
“Because
you
hold us together!” he accused.
you
hold us together!” he accused.
“I do not know if you can understand this, Duncan, but if there is a frontier, any kind of frontier, then what lies behind you cannot be more important than what lies ahead.”
“You’re the past!”
“No, Moneo is the past. He is quick to raise the traditional aristocratic barriers against all frontiers. You must understand the power of those barriers. They not only enclose planets and land on those planets, they enclose ideas. They repress change.”
“
You
repress change!”
You
repress change!”
He will not deviate
, Leto thought.
One more try.
, Leto thought.
One more try.
“The surest sign that an aristocracy exists is the discovery of barriers against change, curtains of iron or steel or stone or of any substance which excludes the new, the different.”
“I know there must be a frontier somewhere,” Idaho said. “You’re hiding it.”
“I hide nothing of frontiers. I want frontiers! I want surprises!”
They come right up against it
, Leto thought.
Then they refuse to enter.
, Leto thought.
Then they refuse to enter.
True to this prediction, Idaho’s thoughts darted off on a new tack. “Did you really have Face Dancers perform at your betrothal?”
Leto felt a surge of anger, followed immediately by a wry enjoyment of the fact that he could experience the emotion in such depth. He wanted to let it shout at Duncan … but that would solve nothing.
“The Face Dancers performed,” he said.
“Why?”
“I want everyone to share in my happiness.”
Idaho stared at him as though just discovering a repellent insect in his drink. In a flat voice, Idaho said: “That is the most cynical thing I have ever heard an Atreides say.”
“But an Atreides said it.”
“You’re deliberately trying to put me off! You’re avoiding my question.”
Once more into the fray
, Leto thought. He said: “The Face Dancers of the Bene Tleilax are a colony organism. Individually, they are mules. This is a choice they made for and
by
themselves.”
Once more into the fray
, Leto thought. He said: “The Face Dancers of the Bene Tleilax are a colony organism. Individually, they are mules. This is a choice they made for and
by
themselves.”
Leto waited, thinking:
I must be patient. They have to discover it for themselves. If I say it, they will not believe. Think, Duncan. Think!
I must be patient. They have to discover it for themselves. If I say it, they will not believe. Think, Duncan. Think!
After a long silence, Idaho said: “I have given you my oath. That is important to me. It is still important. I don’t know what you’re doing or why. I can only say I don’t like what’s happening. There! I’ve said it.”
“Is that why you returned from the Citadel?”
“Yes!”
“Will you go back to the Citadel now?”
“What other
frontier
is there?”
frontier
is there?”
“
Very
good, Duncan! Your anger knows even when your reason does not. Hwi goes to the Citadel tonight. I will join her there tomorrow.”
Very
good, Duncan! Your anger knows even when your reason does not. Hwi goes to the Citadel tonight. I will join her there tomorrow.”
“I want to get to know her better,” Idaho said.
“You will avoid her,” Leto said. “That is an order. Hwi is not for you.”
“I’ve always known there were witches,” Idaho said. “Your grandmother was one.”
He turned on his heel and, not asking leave, strode back the way he had come.
How like a little boy he is
, Leto thought, watching the stiffness in Idaho’s back.
The oldest man in our universe and the youngest—both in one flesh.
, Leto thought, watching the stiffness in Idaho’s back.
The oldest man in our universe and the youngest—both in one flesh.
The prophet is not diverted by illusions of past, present and future. The fixity of language determines such linear distinctions. Prophets hold a key to the lock in a language. The mechanical image remains only an image to them. This is not a mechanical universe. The linear progression of events is imposed by the observer. Cause and effect? That’s not it at all. The prophet utters fateful words. You glimpse a thing “destined to occur.” But the prophetic instant releases something of infinite portent and power. The universe undergoes a ghostly shift. Thus, the wise prophet conceals actuality behind shimmering labels. The uninitiated then believe the prophetic language is ambiguous. The listener distrusts the prophetic messenger. Instinct tells you how the utterance blunts the power of such words. The best prophets lead you up to the curtain and let you peer through for yourself.
—THE STOLEN JOURNALS
Leto addressed Moneo in the coldest voice he had ever used: “The Duncan disobeys me.”
They were in the airy room of golden stone atop the Citadel’s south tower, Leto’s third full day back from the Decennial Festival in Onn. An open portal beside him looked out over the harsh noonday of the Sareer. The wind made a deep humming sound through the opening. It stirred up dust and sand which made Moneo squint. Leto seemed not to notice the irritation. He stared out across the Sareer, where the air was alive with heat movements. The distant flow of dunes suggested a mobility in the landscape which only his eyes observed.
Moneo stood immersed in the sour odors of his own fear, knowing that the wind conveyed the message of these odors to Leto’s senses. The arrangements for the wedding, the upset among the Fish Speakers—everything was paradox. It reminded Moneo of something the God Emperor had said in the first days of their association.
“Paradox is a pointer telling you to look beyond it. If paradoxes bother you, that betrays your deep desire for absolutes. The relativist treats a paradox merely as interesting, perhaps amusing or even, dreadful thought, educational.”
“You do not respond,” Leto said. He turned from his examination of the Sareer and focused the weight of his attention on Moneo.
Moneo could only shrug.
How near is the Worm?
he wondered. Moneo had noticed that the return to the Citadel from Onn sometimes aroused the Worm. No sign of that awful shift in the God Emperor’s presence had yet betrayed itself, but Moneo sensed it. Could the Worm come without warning?
How near is the Worm?
he wondered. Moneo had noticed that the return to the Citadel from Onn sometimes aroused the Worm. No sign of that awful shift in the God Emperor’s presence had yet betrayed itself, but Moneo sensed it. Could the Worm come without warning?
“Accelerate arrangements for the wedding,” Leto said. “Make it as soon as possible.”
“Before you test Siona?”
Leto was silent for a moment, then: “No. What will you do about the Duncan?”
“What would you have me do, Lord?”
“I told him not to see Noree, to avoid her. I told him it was an order.”
“She has sympathy for him, Lord. Nothing more.”
“Why would she have sympathy for him?”
Other books
The Black Death by Philip Ziegler
May the Road Rise Up to Meet You: A Novel by Peter Troy
Baby, Come Back by Erica Spindler
Sandra Hill - [Vikings I 04] by The Bewitched Viking
Hearse of a Different Color (Hitchcock Sewell Mysteries) by Tim Cockey
Blue Stew (Second Edition) by Woodland, Nathaniel
The Secret Places of the Heart by H. G. Wells
The Only Victor by Alexander Kent
The Texas Millionaire's Runaway Wife by Malcolm, Mary