God Emporer of Dune by Frank Herbert

“There are many kinds of violence,” she said. “And I brought you out here where you may die?” “Did I have a choice in it?” “It is difficult to be born an Atreides,” he said. “Believe me, I know.” “You don’t have to do it this way,” she said. “And there you are wrong.” He turned away from her and set off in a sinusoidal track down the dune. He heard her slipping and stumbling as she followed. Leto stopped well into the dune shadow. “We’ll wait out the day here,” he said. “It uses less water to travel by night.”

=== One of the most terrible words in any language is Soldier. The synonyms parade through our history: yogahnee, trooper, hussar, kareebo, cossack, deranzeef, legionnaire, sardaukar, fish speaker… I know them all. They stand there in the ranks of my memory to remind me: Always make sure you have the army with you.

-The Stolen Journals

IDAHO FOUND Moneo at last in the long underground corridor which connected the Citadel’s eastern and western complexes. Since daybreak two hours before, Idaho had been prowling the Citadel seeking the majordomo and there he was, far off down the corridor, talking to someone concealed in a doorway, but Moneo was recognizable even at this distance by his stance and that inevitable white uniform.

The corridor’s plastone walls were amber here fifty meters below the surface and lighted by glowstrips keyed to the daylight hours. Cool breezes were drawn into these depths by a simple arrangement of free swinging wings which stood like gigantic robed figures on perimeter towers at the surface. Now that the sun had warmed the sands, all of the wings pointed northward for the cool air pouring into the Sareer. Idaho smelled the flinty breeze as he walked.

He knew what this corridor was supposed to represent. It did have some characteristics of an ancient Fremen sietch. The corridor was wide, big enough to take Leto on his cart. The arched ceiling looked like rock. But the twin glowstrips were discord. Idaho had never seen glowstrips before coming to the Citadel; they had been considered impractical in his day, requiring too much energy, too costly to maintain. Glowglobes were simpler and easily replaced. He had come to realize, however, that Leto considered few things impractical.

What Leto wants, someone provides.

The thought had an ominous feeling as Idaho marched down the corridor toward Moneo.

Small rooms lined the corridor sietch-fashion, no doors, only thin hangings of russet fabric which swayed in the breeze. Idaho knew that this area was mostly quarters for the younger Fish Speakers. He had recognized an assembly chamber with attendant rooms for weapons storage, kitchen, a dining hall, maintenance shops. He had also seen other things behind the inadequate privacy of the hangings, things which fed his rage.

Moneo turned at Idaho’s approach. The woman to whom Moneo had been talking retreated and let the hanging drop, but not before Idaho glimpsed an older face with an air of command about it. Idaho did not recognize that particular commander.

Moneo nodded as Idaho stopped two paces away.

“The guards say you’ve been looking for me,” Moneo said.

“Where is he, Moneo?”

“Where is who?”

Moneo swept his gaze up and down Idaho’s figure, noting the old-fashioned Atreides uniform, black with a red hawk at the breast, the high boots glistening with polish. There was a ritual look about the man.

Idaho took a shallow breath and spoke through clenched teeth: “Don’t you start that game with me!”

Moneo took his attention away from the sheathed knife at Idaho’s waist. It looked like a museum piece with its jeweled handle. Where had Idaho found it?”

“If you mean the God Emperor…” Moneo said.

“Where?”

Moneo kept his voice mild. “Why are you so anxious to die?”

“They said you were with him.”

“That was earlier.”

“I’ll find him, Moneo!”

“Not right now.”

Idaho put a hand on his knife. “Do I have to use force to make you talk?”

“I would not advise that.”

“Where . . . is . . . he?”

“Since you insist, he is out in the desert with Siona.”

“With your daughter?” “Is there another Siona?” “What’re they doing?” “She is being tested.” “When will they return?” Moneo shrugged, then: “Why this unseemly anger, Duncan?” “What’s this test of your.. .” “I don’t know. Now, why are you so upset?” “I’m sick of this place! Fish Speakers!” He turned his head and spat. Moneo glanced down the corridor behind Idaho, recalling the man’s approach. Knowing the Duncans, it was easy to recognize what had fed his current rage. “Duncan,” Moneo said, “it’s perfectly normal for adolescent females as well as males to have feelings of physical attraction toward members of their own sex. Most of them will grow out of it.” “It should be stamped out!” “But it’s part of our heritage.” “Stamped out! And that’s not.. .” “Oh, be still. If you try to suppress it, you only increase its power.” Idaho glared at him. “And you say you don’t know what’s going on up there with your own daughter!” “Siona is being tested, I told you.” “And what’s that supposed to mean?” Moneo put a hand over his eyes and sighed. He lowered the hand, wondering why he put up with this foolish, dangerous, antique human. “It means that she may die out there.” Idaho was taken aback, some of his anger cooling. “How can you allow.. .” “Allow? You think I have a choice?” “Every man has a choice!” A bitter smile flitted across Moneo’s lips. “How is it that you are so much more foolish than the other Duncans?” “Other Duncans!” Idaho said. “How did those others die, Moneo?” “The way we all die. They ran out of time.” “You lie.” Idaho spoke past gritted teeth, his knuckles white on the knife handle. Still speaking mildly, Moneo said: “Have a care. There are

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