God Emporer of Dune by Frank Herbert

of relationships. Idaho found the relationships impossible to understand. Moneo obviously was so much older than . . . But I am . . . Which of them was truly the older? Which the ancestor and which the descendant? “I sometimes have trouble with this myself,” Moneo said. “If it helps, the Lord Leto assures me that you are not my descendant, not in any ordinary sense. However, you may well father some of my descendants.” Idaho shook his head from side to side. “Sometimes I think only the God Emperor himself can understand these things,” Moneo said. “That’s another thing” Idaho said. “This god business.” “The Lord Leto says he has created a holy obscenity.” This was not the response Idaho had expected. What did I expect? A defense of the Lord Leto? “Holy obscenity,” Moneo repeated. The words rolled from his tongue with a strange sense of gloating in them. Idaho focused a probing stare on Moneo. He hates his God Emperor! No . . . he fears him. But don’t we always hate what we fear? “Why do you believe in him?” Idaho demanded. “You ask if I share in the popular religion?” “No! Does he?” “I think so.” “Why? Why do you think so?” “Because he says he wishes to create no more Face Dancers. He insists that his human stock, once it has been paired, breeds in the way it has always bred.” “What the hell does that have to do with it?” “You asked me what he believes in. I think he believes in chance. I think that’s his god.” “That’s superstition!” “Considering the circumstances of the Empire, a very daring superstition.” Idaho glared at Moneo. “You damned Atreides,” he muttered. “You’ll dare anything!” Moneo noted that there was dislike mixed with admiration in Idaho’s voice. The Duncans always begin that way.

=== What is the most profound difference between us, between you and me? You already know it. It’s these ancestral memories. Mine come at me in the full glare of awareness. Yours work from your blind side. Some call it instinct or fate. The memories apply their leverages to each of us-on what we think and what we do. You think you are immune to such influences? I am Galileo. I stand here and tell you: “Yet it moves.” That which moves can exert its force in ways no mortal power ever before dared stem. I am here to dare this.

-The Stolen Journals

“WHEN SHE was a child, she watched me, remember? When she thought I was not aware, Siona watched me like the desert hawk which circles above the lair of its prey. You yourself mentioned it.”

Leto rolled his body a quarter turn on his cart while speaking. This brought his cowled face close to that of Moneo, who trotted beside the cart.

It was barely dawn on the desert road which followed the high artificial ridge from the Citadel in the Sareer to the Festival City. The road from the desert ran laser-beam straight until it reached this point where it curved widely and dipped into terraced canyons before crossing the Idaho River. The air was full of thick mists from the river tumbling in its distant clamor, but Leto had opened the bubble cover which sealed the front of his cart. The moisture made his worm-self tingle with vague distress, but there was the smell of sweet desert growth in the mist and his human nostrils savored it. He ordered the cortege to stop.

“Why are we stopping, Lord?” Moneo asked.

Leto did not answer. The cart creaked as he heaved his bulk into an arching curve which lifted his head and allowed him to look across the Forbidden Forest to the Kynes Sea glistening silver far off to the right. He turned left and there were the remains of the Shield Wall, a sinuous low shadow in the morning light. The ridge here had been raised almost two thousand meters to enclose the Sareer and limit airborne moisture there. From his vantage, Leto could see the distant notch where he had caused the Festival City of Onn to be built.

“It is a whim which stops me,” Leto said.

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