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　〃Control　the　coinage　and　the　courts。　Get　the　rabble　have　the　rest；〃　Leto　thought。　Old　Jacob　Broom　said　it　and　Leto　could　hear　the　old　man　chortling　within。　〃Things　haven't　changed　all　that　much；　Jacob。〃
　Idaho　took　a　deep　breath。　〃The　Bureau　of　the　Faith　should　be　notified　immediately。〃
　Leto　remained　silent。
　Taking　this　as　a　cue　to　continue；　Idaho　went　on　with　his　reports；　but　Leto　listened　with　only　a　fraction　of　his　awareness。　It　was　like　a　monitoring　circuit　which　only　recorded　Idaho's　words　and　actions　with　but　an　occasional　intensification　for　an　internal　ment：
　And　now　he　wants　to　talk　about　the　Tleilaxu。
　That　is　dangerous　ground　for　you；　Duncan。
　But　this　opened　up　a　new　avenue　for　Leto's　reflection。
　The　wily　Tleilaxu　still　produce　my　Duncans　from　the　original　cells。　They　do　a　religiously　forbidden　thing　and　we　both　know　it。　I　do　not　permit　the　artificial　manipulation　of　human　genetics。　But　the　Tleilaxu　have　learned　how　I　treasure　the　Duncans　as　the　manders　of　my　Guard。　II　do　not　think　they　suspect　the　amusement　value　in　this。　It　amuses　me　that　a　river　now　bears　the　Idaho　name　where　once　it　was　a　mountain。　That　mountain　no　longer　exists。　We　brought　it　down　to　get　material　for　the　high　walls　which　girdle　my　Sareer。
　Of　course；　the　Tleilaxu　know　that　I　occasionally　breed　the　Duncans　back　into　my　own　program。　The　Duncans　represent　mongrel　strength。。。and　much　more。　Every　fire　must　have　its　damper。
　It　was　my　intent　to　breed　this　one　with　Siona；　but　that　may　not　be　possible　now。
　Hah！　He　says　he　wants　me　to　〃crack　down〃　on　the　Tleilaxu。　Why　will　he　not　ask　it　straight　out？　〃Are　you　preparing　to　replace　me？〃
　I　am　tempted　to　tell　him。
　Once　more；　Idaho's　hand　went　into　the　slender　pouch。　Leto's　introspective　monitoring　did　not　miss　a　beat。
　The　lasgun　or　more　reports？　It　is　more　reports。
　The　Duncan　remains　wary。　He　wants　not　only　the　assurance　that　I　am　ignorant　of　his　intent　but　more　〃proofs〃　that　I　am　unworthy　of　his　loyalty。　He　hesitates　in　a　prolonged　fashion。　He　always　has。　I　have　told　him　enough　times　that　I　will　not　use　my　prescience　to　predict　the　moment　of　my　exit　from　this　ancient　form。　But　he　doubts。　He　always　was　a　doubter。
　This　cavernous　chamber　drinks　up　his　voice　and；　were　it　not　for　my　sensitivity；　the　dankness　here　would　mask　the　chemical　evidence　of　his　fears。　l　fade　his　voice　out　of　immediate　awareness。　What　a　bore　this　Duncan　has　bee。　He　is　recounting　the　history；　the　history　of　Siona's　rebellion；　no　doubt　leading　up　to　personal　admonitions　about　her　latest　escapade。
　〃It's　not　an　ordinary　rebellion；〃　he　says。
　That　brings　me　back！　Fool。　All　rebellions　are　ordinary　and　an　ultimate　bore。　They　are　copied　out　of　the　same　pattern；　one　much　like　another。　The　driving　force　is　adrenalin　addiction　and　the　desire　to　gain　personal　power。　All　rebels　are　closet　aristocrats。　That's　why　I　can　convert　them　so　easily。
　Why　do　the　Duncans　never　really　hear　me　when　I　tell　them　about　this？　I　have　had　the　argument　with　this　very　Duncan。　It　was　one　of　our　earliest　confrontations　and　right　here　in　the　crypt。
　〃The　art　of　government　requires　that　you　never　give　up　the　initiative　to　radical　elements；〃　he　said。
　How　pedantic。　Radicals　crop　up　in　every　generation　and　you　must　not　try　to　prevent　this。　That's　what　he　means　by　〃give　up　the　initiative。〃　He　wants　to　crush　them；　suppress　them；　control　them；　prevent　them。　He　is　living　proof　that　there　is　little　difference　between　the　police　mind　and　the　military　mind。
　I　told　him；　〃Radicals　are　only　to　be　feared　when　you　try　to　suppress　them。　You　must　demonstrate　that　you　will　use　the　best　of　what　they　offer。〃
　〃They　are　dangerous。　They　are　dangerous！〃　He　thinks　that　by　repeating　he　creates　some　kind　of　truth。
　Slowly；　step　by　step；　I　lead　him　through　my　method　and　he　even　gives　the　appearance　of　listening。
　〃This　is　their　weakness；　Duncan。　Radicals　always　。see　matters　in　terms　which　are　too　simple…black　and　white；　good　and　evil；　them　and　us。　By　addressing　plex　matters　in　that　way；　they　rip　open　a　passage　for　chaos。　The　art　of　government　as　you　call　it；　is　the　mastery　of　chaos。〃
　〃No　one　can　deal　with　every　surprise。〃
　〃Surprise？　Who's　talking　about　surprise？　Chaos　is　no　surprise。　It　has　predictable　characteristics。　For　one　thing；　it　carries　away　order　and　strengthens　the　forces　at　the　extremes。〃
　〃Isn't　that　what　radicals　are　trying　to　do？　Aren't　they　trying　to　shake　things　up　so　they　can　grab　control？〃
　〃That's　what　they　think　they're　doing。　Actually；　they're　creating　new　extremists；　new　radicals　and　they　are　continuing　the　old　process。〃
　〃What　about　a　radical　who　sees　the　plexities　and　es　at　you　that　way？〃
　〃That's　no　radical。　That's　a　rival　for　leadership。〃
　〃But　what　do　you　do？〃
　〃You　co…opt　them　or　kill　them。　That's　how　the　struggle　for　leadership　originated；　at　the　grunt　level。〃
　〃Yes；　but　what　about　messiahs？〃
　〃Like　my　father？〃
　The　Duncan　does　not　like　this　question。　He　knows　that　in　a　very　special　way　I　am　my　father。　He　knows　I　can　speak　with　my　father's　voice　and　persona；　that　the　memories　are　precise；　never　edited　and　inescapable。
　Reluctantly；　he　says：　〃Well。　。　。　if　you　want。〃
　〃Duncan；　I　am　all　of　them　and　I　know。　There　has　never　been　a　truly　selfless　rebel；　just　hypocrites…conscious　hypocrites　or　unconscious　hypocrites；　it's　all　the　。same。〃
　That　stirs　up　a　small　hornet's　nest　among　my　ancestral　memories。　Some　of　them　have　never　given　up　the　belief　that　they　and　they　alone　held　the　key　to　all　of　humankind's　problems。　Well；　in　that；　they　are　like　me。　I　can　sympathize　even　while　I　tell　them　that　failure　is　its　own　demonstration。
　I　am　forced　to　block　them　off；　though。　There's　no　sense　dwelling　on　them。　They　now　are　little　more　than　poignant　reminders。。。as　is　this　Duncan　who　stands　in　front　of　me　with　his　lasgun。。。。
　Great　Gods　below！　He　has　caught　me　napping。　He　has　the　lasgun　in　his　hand　and　it　is　pointed　at　my　face。
　〃You；　Duncan'？　Have　you　betrayed　me；　too？〃
　Et　tu；　Brute？
　Every　fiber　of　Leto's　awareness　came　to　full　alert。　He　could　feel　his　body　twitching。　The　worm…flesh　had　a　will　of　its　own。
　Idaho　spoke　with　derision：　〃Tell　me；　Leto：　How　many　times　must　I　pay　the　debt　of　loyalty？〃
　Leto　recognized　the　inner　question：　〃How　many　of　me　have　there　been？〃　The　Duncans　always　wanted　to　know　this。　Every　Duncan　asked　it　and　no　answer　satisfied。　They　doubted。
　In　his　saddest　Muad'Dib　voice；　Leto　asked：　〃Do　you　take　no　pride　in　my　admiration；　Duncan？　Haven't　you　ever　wondered　what　it　is　about　you　that　makes　me　desire　you　as　my　constant　panion　through　the　centuries？〃
　〃You　know　me　to　be　the　ultimate　fool！〃
　〃Duncan！〃
　The　voice　of　an　angry　Muad'Dib　could　always　be　counted　on　to　shatter　Idaho。　Despite　the　fact　that　Idaho　knew　no　Bene　Gesserit　had　ever　mastered　the　powers　of　Voice　as　Leto　had　mastered　them；　it　was　predictable　that　he　would　dance　to　this　one　voice。　The　lasgun　wavered　in　his　hand。
　That　was　enough。　Leto　was　off　the　cart　in　a　hurtling　roil。　Idaho　had　never　seen　him　leave　the　cart　this　way；　had　not　even　suspected　it　could　happen。　For　Leto；　there　were　only　two　requirements…a　real　threat　which　the　worm…body　could　sense　and　the　release　of　that　body。　The　rest　was　automatic　and　the　speed　of　it　always　astonished　even　Leto。
　The　lasgun　was　his　major　concern。　It　could　scratch　him　badly；　but　few　understood　the　abilities　of　the　pre…worm　body　to　deal　with　heat。
　Leto　struck　Idaho　while　rolling　and　the　lasgun　was　deflected　as　it　was　fired。　One　of　the　useless　flippers　which　had　been　Leto's　legs　and　feet　sent　a　shocking　burst　of　sensations　crashing　into　his　awareness。　For　an　instant；　there　was　only　pain。　But　the　worm…body　was　free　to　act　and　reflexes　ignited　a　violent　paroxysm　of　flopping。　Leto　heard　bones　cracking。　The　lasgun　was　thrown　far　across　the　floor　of　the　crypt　by　a　spasmodic　jerk　of　Idaho's　hand。
　Rolling　off　of　Idaho；　Leto　poised　himself　for　a　renewed　attack　but　there　was　no　need。　The　injured　flipper　still　sent　pain　signals　and　he　sensed　that　the　tip　of　the　flipper　had　been　burned　away。　The　sandtrout　skin　already　had　sealed　the　wound。　The　pain　had　eased　to　an　ugly　throbbing。
　Idaho　stirred。　There　could　be　little　doubt　that　he　had　been　mortally　injured。　His　chest　was　visibly　crushed。　There　was　obvious　agony　when　he　tried　to　breathe；　but　he　opened　his　eyes　and　stared　up　at　Leto。
　The　persistence　of　these　mortal　possessions！　Leto　thought。
　〃Siona；〃　Idaho　gasped。
　Leto　saw　the　life　leave　him　then。
　Interesting；　Leto　thought。　Is　it　possible　that　this　Duncan　and　Siona。。。No！　This　Duncan　always　displayed　a　true　sneering　disdain　for　Siona's　foolishness。
　Leto　climbed　back　onto　the　Royal　Cart。　That　had　been　a　close　one。　There　could　be　little　doubt　that　the　Duncan　had　been　aiming　for　the　brain。　Leto　was　always　aware　that　his　hands　and　feet　were　vulnerable；　but　he　had　allowed　no　one　to　learn　that　what　had　once　been　his　brain　was　no　longer　directly　associated　with　his　face。　It　was　not　even　a　brain　of　human　dimensions　anymore；　but　had　spread　in　nodal　congeries　throughout　his　body。　He　had　told　this　to　no　one　but　his　journals。
　
　Oh；　the　landscapes　I　have　seen！　And　the　people！　The　far　wanderings　of　the　Fremen　and　all　the　rest　of　it。　Even　back　through　the　myths　to　Terra。