“And when none of the attackers return. . .” Idaho said.
“Do you understand, Moneo?” Leto asked. “When we
march into Onn apparently unscathed, the Tleilaxu will believe they have suffered utter failure.”
Moneo glanced around at the Fish Speakers and courtiers listening spellbound to this conversation. Seldom had any of them heard such a revealing exchange between the God Emperor and his most immediate aides.
“When will my Lord signal punishment of the Ambassador?” Moneo asked.
“During the audience.”
Leto heard ‘thopters coming, saw the glint of sunlight on their wings and rotors and, when he focused intently, made out the fresh canopy for his cart slung beneath one of them.
“Have this damaged canopy returned to the Citadel and restored,” Leto said, still peering at the approaching ‘thopters. “If questions are asked, tell the artisans to say that it’s just routine, another canopy scratched by blown sand.”
Moneo sighed. “Yes, Lord. It will be done as you say.”
“Come, Moneo, cheer up,” Leto said. “Walk beside me as we continue.” Turning to Idaho, Leto said, “Take some of the guards and scout ahead.”
“Do you think there’ll be another attack’?” Idaho asked.
“No, but it’ll give the guards something to do. And get a fresh uniform. I don’t want you wearing something that has been contaminated by the dirty Tleilaxu-”
Idaho moved off in obedience.
Leto signaled Moneo to come closer, closer. When Moneo was bending into the cart, face less than a meter from Leto’s, Leto pitched his voice low and said:
“There is a special lesson here for you, Moneo.”
“Lord, I know I should have suspected the Face. . .”
“Not the Face Dancers! It is a lesson for your daughter.”
“Siona? What could she. . .”
“Tell her this: In a fragile way, she is like that force within me which acts without knowing. Because of her, I remember what it was to be human. . . and to love.”
Moneo stared at Leto without comprehension.
“Simply give her the message,” Leto said. “You needn’t try to understand it. Merely tell her my words.”
Moneo withdrew. “As my Lord commands.”
Leto closed the bubble canopy, making a single unit of the entire cover for the approaching crews on the ‘thopters to replace.
Moneo turned and glanced around at the people waiting on
the flat area of the viewpoint. He noted then a thing he had not observed earlier, a thing revealed by the disarray which some of the people had not yet repaired. Some of the courtiers had fitted themselves with delicate devices to assist their hearing. They had been eavesdropping. And such devices could only come from Ix. I will warn the Duncan and the Guard, Moneo thought. Somehow, he thought of this discovery as a symptom of rot. How could they prohibit such things when most of the courtiers and the Fish Speakers either knew or suspected that the God Emperor traded with Ix for forbidden machines.
=== I am beginning to hate water. The sandtrout skin which impels my metamorphosis has learned the sensitivities of the worm. Moneo and many of my guards know my aversion, Only Moneo suspects the truth, that this marks an important waypoint. I can feel my ending in it, not soon as Moneo measures time, but soon enough as I endure it. Sandtrout swarmed to water in the Dune days, a problem during the early stages of our symbiosis. The enforcement of my will power controlled the urge then, and until we reached a time of balance. Now, I must avoid water because there are no other sandtrout, only the half dormant creatures of my skin. Without sandtrout to bring this world back to desert, Shai-Hulud will not emerge; the sandworm cannot evolve until the land is parched. I am their only hope.
-The Stolen Journals
IT WAS midafternoon before the Royal Entourage came down the final slope into the precincts of the Festival City. Throngs lined the streets to greet them, held back by tight lines of ursine Fish Speakers in uniforms of Atreides green, their stunclubs crossed and linked.
As the Royal party approached, a bedlam of shouts erupted from the crowd. Then the Fish Speaker guardians began to chant: