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　〃We'll　be　fortable　enough；〃　Moneo　said；　〃but　I　don't　like　leaving　the　Citadel　in　these　times！　And　you　know　why！〃
　〃We　have　munications　devices；　loyal　assistants。　The　Guild　is　suitably　chastened。　Calm　yourself；　Moneo。〃
　〃We　could　hold　the　ceremony　in　the　Citadel！〃
　For　answer；　Leto　closed　the　bubble　cover　around　him；　isolating　Hwi　with　him。
　〃Is　there　danger；　Leto？〃　she　asked。
　〃There's　always　danger。〃
　Moneo　sighed；　turned　and　trotted　toward　where　the　Royal　Road　began　its　long　climb　eastward　before　turning　south　around　the　Sareer。　Leto　set　his　cart　in　motion　behind　the　majordomo；　heard　his　motley　troop　fall　into　step　behind　them。
　〃Are　we　all　moving？〃　Leto　asked。
　Hwi　glanced　backward　around　him。　〃Yes。〃　She　turned　toward　his　face。　〃Why　was　Moneo　being　so　difficult？〃
　〃Moneo　has　discovered　that　the　instant　which　has　just　left　him　is　forever　beyond　his　reach。〃
　〃He　has　been　very　moody　and　distracted　since　you　returned　from　the　Little　Citadel。　He's　not　the　same　at　all。〃
　〃He　is　an　Atreides；　my　love；　and　you　were　designed　to　please　an　Atreides。〃
　〃It's　not　that。　I　would　know　if　it　were　that。〃
　〃Yes。。。well；　I　think　Moneo　has　also　discovered　the　reality　of　death。〃
　〃What's　it　like　at　the　Little　Citadel　when　you're　there　with　Moneo？〃　she　asked。
　〃It's　the　loneliest　place　in　my　Empire。〃
　〃I　think　you　avoid　my　questions；〃　she　said。
　〃No；　love。　I　share　your　concern　for　Moneo；　but　no　explanation　of　mine　will　help　him　now。　Moneo　is　trapped。　He　has　learned　that　it　is　difficult　to　live　in　the　present；　pointless　to　live　in　the　future　and　impossible　to　live　in　the　past。〃
　〃I　think　it's　you　who　have　trapped　him；　Leto。〃
　〃But　he　must　free　himself。〃
　〃Why　can't　you　free　him？〃
　〃Because　he　thinks　my　memories　are　his　key　to　freedom。　He　thinks　I　am　building　our　future　out　of　our　past。〃
　〃Isn't　that　always　the　way　of　it；　Leto？〃
　〃No；　dear　Hwi。〃
　〃Then　how　is　it？〃
　〃Most　believe　that　a　satisfactory　future　requires　a　return　to　an　idealized　past；　a　past　which　never　in　fact　existed。〃
　〃And　you　with　all　of　your　memories　know　otherwise。〃
　Leto　turned　his　face　within　its　cowl　to　stare　at　her；　probing。。。remembering。　Out　of　the　multitudes　within　him；　he　could　form　a　posite；　a　genetic　suggestion　of　Hwi；　but　the　suggestion　fell　far　short　of　the　living　flesh。　That　was　it；　of　course。　The　past　became　row…on…row　of　eyes　staring　outward　like　the　eyes　of　gasping　fish；　but　Hwi　was　vibrant　life。　Her　mouth　was　set　in　Grecian　curves　designed　for　a　Delphic　chant；　but　she　hummed　no　prophetic　syllables。　She　was　content　to　live；　an　opening　person　like　a　flower　perpetually　unfolding　into　fragrant　blossom。
　〃Why　are　you　looking　at　me　like　that？〃　she　asked。
　〃I　was　basking　in　the　love　of　you。〃
　〃Love；　yes。〃　She　smiled。　〃I　think　that　since　we　cannot　share　the　love　of　the　flesh；　we　must　share　the　love　of　the　soul。　Would　you　share　that　with　me；　Leto？〃
　He　was　taken　aback。　〃You　ask　about　my　soul？〃
　〃Surely　others　have　asked。〃
　He　spoke　shortly：　〃My　soul　digests　its　experiences；　nothing　more。〃
　〃Have　I　asked　too　much　of　you？〃　she　asked。
　〃I　think　that　you　cannot　ask　too　much　of　me。〃
　〃Then　I　presume　upon　our　love　to　disagree　with　you。　My　Uncle　Malky　talked　about　your　soul。〃
　He　found　that　he　could　not　respond。　She　took　his　silence　as　an　invitation　to　continue。　〃He　said　that　you　were　the　ultimate　artist　at　probing　the　soul；　your　own　soul　first。〃
　〃But　your　Uncle　Malky　denied　that　he　had　a　soul　of　his　own！〃
　She　heard　the　harshness　in　his　voice；　but　was　not　deterred。　〃Still；　I　think　he　was　right。　You　are　the　genius　of　the　soul；　the　brilliant　one。〃
　〃You　need　only　the　plodding　perseverance　of　duration；〃　he　said。　〃No　brilliance。〃
　They　were　well　onto　the　long　climb　to　the　top　of　the　Sareer's　perimeter　Wall　now。　He　lowered　his　cart's　wheels　and　deactivated　the　suspensors。
　Hwi　spoke　softly；　her　voice　barely　audible　above　the　grating　sound　of　the　cart's　wheels　and　the　running　feet　all　around　them。　〃May　I　call　you　Love；　anyway？〃
　He　spoke　around　a　remembered　tightness　in　a　throat　which　was　no　longer　pletely　human。　〃Yes。〃
　〃I　was　born　an　Ixian；　Love；〃　she　said。　〃Why　don't　I　share　their　mechanical　view　of　our　universe？　Do　you　know　my　view；　Leto　my　love？〃
　He　could　only　stare　at　her。
　〃I　sense　the　supernatural　at　every　turning；〃　she　said。
　Leto's　voice　rasped；　sounding　angry　even　to　him：　〃Each　person　creates　his　own　supernatural。〃
　〃Don't　be　angry　with　me；　Love。〃
　Again；　that　awful　rasping：　〃It　is　impossible　for　me　to　be　angry　with　you。〃
　〃But　something　happened　between　you　and　Malky　once；〃　she　said。　〃He　would　never　tell　me　what　it　was；　but　he　said　he　often　wondered　why　you　spared　him。〃
　〃Because　of　what　he　taught　me。〃
　〃What　happened　between　you　two；　Love？〃
　〃I　would　rather　not　talk　about　Malky。〃
　〃Please；　Love。　I　feel　that　it's　important　for　me　to　know。〃
　〃I　suggested　to　Malky　that　there　might　be　some　things　men　should　not　invent。〃
　〃And　that's　all？〃
　〃No。〃　He　spoke　reluctantly。　〃My　words　angered　him。　He　said：　‘You　think　that　in　a　world　without　birds；　men　would　not　invent　aircraft！　What　a　fool　you　are！　Men　can　invent　anything！〃'
　〃He　called　you　a　fool？〃　There　was　shock　in　Hwi's　voice。
　〃He　was　right。　And　although　he　denied　it；　he　spoke　the　truth。　He　taught　me　that　there　was　a　reason　for　running　away　from　inventions。〃
　〃Then　you　fear　the　lxians？〃
　〃Of　course　I　do！　They　can　invent　catastrophe。〃
　〃Then　what　could　you　do？〃
　〃Run　faster。　History　is　a　constant　race　between　invention　and　catastrophe。　Education　helps　but　it's　never　enough。　You　also　must　run。〃
　〃You　are　sharing　your　soul　with　me；　Love。　Do　you　know　that？〃
　Leto　looked　away　from　her　and　focused　on　Moneo's　back；　the　motions　of　the　majordomo；　the　tucked…in　pretenses　of　secrecy　so　apparent　there。　The　procession　had　e　off　the　first　gentle　incline。　It　turned　now　to　begin　the　climb　onto　Ringwall　West。　Moneo　moved　as　he　had　always　moved；　one　foot　ahead　of　another；　aware　of　the　ground　where　he　would　place　each　step；　but　there　was　something　new　in　the　majordomo。　Leto　could　feel　the　man　drawing　away；　no　longer　content　to　march　beside　his　Lord's　cowled　face；　no　longer　trying　to　match　himself　to　his　master's　destiny。　Off　to　the　east；　the　Sareer　waited。　Off　to　the　west；　there　was　the　river；　the　plantations。　Moneo　looked　neither　left　nor　right。　He　had　seen　another　destination。
　〃You　do　not　answer　me；〃　Hwi　said。
　〃You　already　know　the　answer。〃
　〃Yes。　I　am　beginning　to　understand　something　of　you；〃　she　said。　〃I　can　sense　some　of　your　fears。　And　I　think　I　already　know　where　it　is　that　you　live。〃
　He　turned　a　startled　glance　on　her　and　found　himself　locked　in　her　gaze。　It　was　astonishing。　He　could　not　move　his　eyes　away　from　her。　A　profound　fear　coursed　through　and　he　felt　his　hands　begin　to　twitch。
　〃You　live　where　the　fear　of　being　and　the　love　of　being　are　bined；　all　in　one　person；〃　she　said。
　He　could　not　blink。
　〃You　area　mystic；〃　she　said；　〃gentle　to　yourself　only　because　you　are　in　the　middle　of　that　universe　looking　outward；　looking　in　ways　that　others　cannot。　You　fear　to　share　this；　yet　you　want　to　share　it　more　than　anything　else。〃
　〃What　have　you　seen？〃　he　whispered。
　〃I　have　no　inner　eye；　no　inner　voices；〃　she　said。　〃But　I　have　seen　my　Lord　Leto；　whose　soul　I　love；　and　I　know　the　only　thing　that　you　truly　understand。〃
　He　broke　from　her　gaze；　fearful　of　what　she　might　say。　The　trembling　of　his　hands　could　be　felt　all　through　his　front　segment。
　〃Love；　that　is　what　you　understand；〃　she　said。　〃Love；　and　that　is　all　of　it。〃
　His　hands　stopped　trembling。　A　tear　rolled　down　each　of　his　cheeks。　When　the　tears　touched　his　cowl；　wisps　of　blue　smoke　erupted。　He　sensed　the　burning　and　was　thankful　for　the　pain。
　〃You　have　faith　in　life；〃　Hwi　said。　〃I　know　that　the　courage　of　love　can　reside　only　in　this　faith。〃
　She　reached　out　with　her　left　hand　and　brushed　the　tears　from　his　cheeks。　It　surprised　him　that　the　cowl　did　not　react　with　its　ordinary　reflex　to　prevent　the　touch。
　〃Do　you　know；〃　he　asked；　〃that　since　I　have　bee　thus；　you　are　the　first　person　to　touch　my　cheeks？〃
　〃But　I　know　what　you　are　and　what　you　were；〃　she　said。
　〃What　I　was。。。ahhh；　Hwi。　What　I　was　has　bee　only　this　face；　and　all　the　rest　is　lost　in　the　shadows　of　memory。。。hidden。。。gone。〃
　〃Not　hidden　from　me；　Love。〃
　He　looked　directly　at　her；　no　longer　afraid　to　lock　gazes。　〃Is　it　possible　that　the　lxians　know　what　they　have　created　in　you。〃
　〃I　assure　you；　Leto；　love　of　my　soul；　that　they　do　not　know。　You　are　the　first　person；　the　only　person　to　whom　I　have　ever　pletely　revealed　myself。〃
　〃Then　I　will　not　mourn　for　what　might　have　been；〃　he　said。　〃Yes；　my　love；　I　will　share　my　soul　with　you。〃
　
　Think　of　it　as　plastic　memory；　this　force　within　you　which　trends　you　and　your　fellows　toward　tribal　forms。　This　plastic　memory　seeks　to　return　to　its　ancient　shape；　the　tribal　society。　It　is　all　around　you…the　feudatory；　the　diocese；　the　corporation；　the　platoon；　the　sports　club；　the　dance　troupes；　the　rebel　cell；　the　planning　council；　the　prayer　group。。。each　with　its　master　and　servants；　its　host　and　parasites。　And　the　swarms　of　alienating　devices　（including　these　very　words！）　tend　eventually　to　be　enlisted　in　the　argument