fh.godemperorofdune-第25章
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ise。 There was something about this morning； though； the sun striking across the familiar vista。。。something which stirred old memories。
The fields of the Royal Plantations reached outward beyond the forest and； when the sun lifted over the far curve of land； it beamed glowing gold across grain rippling in the fields。 The grain reminded Leto of sand； of sweeping dunes which once had marched across this very ground。
And will march once more。
The grain was not quite the bright silica amber of his remembered desert。 Leto looked back at the cliff…enclosed distances of his Sareer； his sanctuary of the past。 The colors were distinctly different。 All the same； when he looked once more toward Festival City； he felt an ache where his many hearts once more were reforming in their slow transformation toward something profoundly alien。
What is it about this morning that makes me think about my lost humanity？ Leto wondered。
Of all the Royal party looking at that familiar scene of grain fields and forest； Leto knew that only he still thought of the lush landscape as the bahr bela ma； the ocean without water。
〃Duncan；〃 Leto said。 〃You see that out there toward the city？ That was the Tanzerouft。〃
〃The Land of Terror？〃 Idaho revealed his surprise in the quick look toward Onn and the sudden return of his gaze to Leto。
〃The bahr bela ma；〃 Leto said。 〃It has been concealed under a carpet of plants for more than three thousand years。 Of all who live on Arrakis today； only the two of us ever saw the desert original。〃
Idaho looked toward Onn。 〃Where is the Shield Wall？〃 he asked。
〃Muad'Dib's Gap is right there； right where we built the City。〃
〃That line of little hills； that was the Shield Wall？ What happened to it？〃
〃You are standing on it。〃
Idaho looked up at Leto； then down to the roadway and all around。
〃Lord； shall we proceed？〃 Moneo asked。
Moneo； with that clock ticking in his breast； is the goad to duty； Leto thought。 There were important visitors to see and other vital matters。 Time pressed him。 And he did not like it when his God Emperor talked about old times with the Duncans。
Leto was suddenly aware that he had paused here far longer than ever before。 The courtiers and guards were cold after their run in the morning air。 Some had chosen their clothing more for show than protection。
Then again； Leto thought； perhaps show is a form of protection。
〃There were dunes；〃 Idaho said。
〃Stretching for thousands of kilometers；〃 Leto agreed。
Moneo's thoughts churned。 He was familiar with the God Emperor's reflexive mood； but there was a sense of sadness in it this day。 Perhaps the recent death of a Duncan。 Leto sometimes let important information drop when he was sad。 You never questioned the God Emperor's moods or his whims； but sometimes they could be employed。
Siona will have to be warned； Moneo thought。 If the young fool will listen to me！
She was far more of a rebel than he had been。 Far more。 Leto had tamed his Moneo； sensitized him to the Golden Path and the rightful duties for which he had been bred； but methods used on a Moneo would not work with Siona。 In his observation of this； Moneo had learned things about his own training which he had never before suspected。
〃I don't see any identifiable landmarks；〃 Idaho was saying。
〃Right over there；〃 Leto said； pointing。 〃Where the forest ends。 That was the way to Splintered Rock。〃
Moneo shut out their voices。 It was ultimate fascination with the God Emperor which finally brought me to heel。 Leto never ceased to surprise and amaze。 He could not be reliably predicted。 Moneo glanced at the God Emperor's profile。 What has he bee？
As part of his early duties； Moneo had studied the Citadel's private records； the historical accounts of Leto's transformation。 But symbiosis with sandtrout remained a mystery which even Leto's own words could not dispel。 If the accounts were to be believed； the sandtrout skin made his body almost invulnerable to time and violence。 The great body's ribbed core could even absorb lasgun bursts！
First the sandtrout； then the worm…all part of the great cycle which had produced melange。 That cycle lay within the God Emperor。 。 。 marking time。
〃Let us proceed；〃 Leto said。
Moneo realized that he had missed something。 He came out of his reverie and looked at a smiling Duncan Idaho。
〃We used to call that woolgathering；〃 Leto said。
〃I'm sorry； Lord；〃 Moneo said。 〃I was。。 。〃
〃You were woolgathering； but it's all right。〃
His mood's improved； Moneo thought。 I can thank the Duncan for that； I think。
Leto adjusted his position on the cart； closed part of the bubble cover and left only his head free。 The cart crunched over small rocks on the roadbed as Leto activated it。
Idaho took up position at Moneo's shoulder and trotted along beside him。
〃There are floater bulbs under that cart； but he uses the wheels；〃 Idaho said。 〃Why is that？〃
〃It pleases the Lord Leto to use wheels instead of antigravity。〃
〃What makes the thing go？ How does he steer it？〃
〃Have you asked him？〃
〃I haven't had the opportunity。〃
〃The Royal Cart is of Ixian manufacture。〃
〃What does that mean？〃
〃It is said that the Lord Leto activates his cart and steers it just by thinking in a particular way。〃
〃Don't you know？〃
〃Questions such as this do not please him。〃
Even to his intimates； Moneo thought； The God Emperor remains a mystery。
〃Moneo！〃 Leto called。
〃You had better return to your guards；〃 Moneo said； gesturing for Idaho to fall back。
〃I'd rather be out in front with them；〃 Idaho said。
〃The Lord Leto does not want that！ Now go back。〃
Moneo hurried to place himself close beside Leto's face； noting that Idaho was falling back through the courtiers to the rear ring of guards。
Leto looked down at Moneo。 〃I thought you handled that very well； Moneo。〃
〃Thank you； Lord。〃
〃Do you know why the Duncan wants to be out in front？〃
〃Certainly； Lord。 It's where your Guard should be。〃
〃And this one senses danger。〃
〃I don't understand you； Lord。 I cannot understand why you do these things。〃
〃That's true； Moneo。〃
The female sense of sharing originated as familial sharing…care of the young； the gathering and preparation of food； sharing joys； love and sorrows。 Funeral lamentation originated with women。 Religion began as a female monopoly； wrested from them only after its social power became too dominant。 Women were the first medical researchers and Practitioners。 There has never been any clear balance between the sexes because power goes with certain roles as it certainly goes with knowledge。
…The Stolen Journals
FOR THE Reverend Mother Tertius Eileen Anteac； this had been a disastrous morning。 She had arrived on Arrakis with her fellow Truthsayer； Marcus Claire Luyseyal； both of them ing down with their official party less than three hours ago aboard the first shuttle from the Guild heighliner hanging in stationary orbit。 First； they had been assigned rooms at the absolute edge of the Festival City's Embassy Quarter。 The rooms were small and not quite clean。
〃Any farther out and we'd be camping in the slums；〃 Luyseyal had said。
Next they had been denied munications facilities。 All of the screens remained blank no matter how many switches were toggled and palm…dials turned。
Anteac had addressed herself sharply to the heavyset officer manding the Fish Speaker escort； a glowering woman with low brows and the muscles of a manual laborer。
〃I wish to plain to your mander！〃
〃No plaints allowed at Festival Time；〃 the amazon had rasped。
Anteac had glared at the officer； a look which in Anteac's old and seamed face had been known to make even her fellow Reverend Mothers hesitate。
The amazon had merely smiled and said： 〃I have a message。 I am to tell you that your audience with the God Emperor has been moved to the last position。〃
Most of the Bene Gesserit party had heard this and even the lowliest attendant…postulate had recognized the significance。 All of the spice allotments would be fixed or （The Gods protect us！） even gone by that time。
〃We were to have been third；〃 Anteac had said； her voice remarkably mild in the circumstances。
〃It is the Go
