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"Very well, then Take Javid for your lover and -"

"No!"

"You worry about Duncan? But your husband is a mentat mystic He cannot be touched or harmed by activities of the flesh Have you not felt sometimes how distant he is from you?"

"B-but he"

"Duncan&039;s mentat part would understand should he ever have need to know the device you e Javid"

"Destroy"

"Certainly! Dangerous tools row too dangerous"

"Then why should I mean"

"Ahhh, you precious dunce! Because of the value contained in the lesson"

"I don&039;t understand"

"Values, randchild, depend for their acceptance upon their success Javid&039;s obedience must be unconditional, his acceptance of your authority absolute, and his -"

"The randchild! Morality must always be based on practicality Render unto Caesar and all that nonsense A victory is useless unless it reflects your deepest wishes Is it not true that you have ad the admission, but forced to it by her complete nakedness before the inner-watcher "Ye-es"

"Good!" How jovial the word sounded within her head "Noe begin to understand each other When you have him helpless, then, in your bed, convinced that you are his thrall, you will ask hih between you And when he admits the deception, you will slip a crysknife between his ribs Ahhh, the flow of blood can add so much to your satis -"

"No," she whispered, her mouth dry with horror "No no no"

"Then I will do it for you," the Baron argued "It must be done; you admit that If you but set up the conditions, I will assume temporary sway over"

"No!"

"Your fear is so transparent, granddaughter My sway of your senses cannot be else but temporary There are others, noho could mimic you to a perfection that But you know this With me, ahhh, people would spy out my presence immediately You know the Fremen Law for those possessed You&039;d be slain out of hand Yes - even you And you know I do not want that to happen I&039;ll take care of Javid for you and, once it&039;s done, I&039;ll step aside You need only"

"How is this good advice?"

"It rids you of a dangerous tool And, child, it sets up the working relationship between us, a relationship which can only teach you well about future judgments which -"

"Teachto think, knowing that any thought ht originate with that presence and be taken as her own

"You worry yourself needlessly," the Baron wheedled "This Pay! I was tired and acted hastily I should&039;ve sought confirments cannot be based on any such foolish abstract as that Atreides notion of equality That&039;s what kept you sleepless, not Payood decision! He was another dangerous tool You acted to ood reason for judg as equal justice anywhere It&039;s unsettling to a society when you try to achieve such a false balance"

Alia felt pleasure at this defense of her judgainst Payument "Equal justice was an Atreides was " She took her hands from her eyes, but kept her eyes closed

"All of your priestly judges should be adued "Decisionsan orderly society Past civilizations without number have foundered on the rocks of equal justice Such foolishness destroys the natural hierarchies which are far nificance only in his relationship to your total society Unless that society be ordered in logical steps, no one can find a place in it - not the lowliest or the highest Corandchild! You must be the stern mother of your people It&039;s your duty toPaul did was to"

"Your brother&039;s dead, a failure!"

"So are you!"

"True but withCome now, let us take care of this Javid as I have outlined for you"

She felt her body groarht, spoke quickly: "I ht: If it&039;s done, it&039;ll be only to put Javid in his place No need to kill hiive himself away in my bed

"To whom do you talk, My Lady?" a voice asked

For a confused ht this another intrusion by those clanition of the voice opened her eyes Ziarenka Valefor, chief of Alia&039;s guardian amazons, stood beside the bench, a worried frown on her weathered Fremen features

"I speak toup on the bench She felt refreshed, buoyed up by the silencing of that distracting inner clamor

"Your inner voices, My Lady Yes" Ziarenka&039;s eyes glistened at this information Everyone knew the Holy Alia drew upon inner resources available to no other person

"Bring Javid to my quarters," Alia said "There&039;s a serious matter I must discuss with him"

"To your quarters, My Lady?"

"Yes! To uard turned to obey

"One one to Sietch Tabr?"

"Yes, My Lady He left before dawn as you instructed Do you wish e this ht to uard touched the crysknife at her waist "My Lady, is there a threat to -"

"Yes, there&039;s a threat, and Javid may be at the heart of it"

"Ohhh, My Lady, perhaps I should not bring -"

"Zia! Do you thinksuch a one?"

A lupine sivehim to your private chamber at once, but with My Lady&039;s peruard outside your door"

"You only," Alia said

"Yes, My Lady I go at once"

Alia nodded to herself, watching Ziarenka&039;s retreating back Javid was not loved aainst him But he was still valuable - very valuable He was her key to Jacurutu and with that place, well

"Perhaps you were right, Baron," she whispered

"You see!" the voice within her chortled "Ahhh, this will be a pleasant service to you, child, and it&039;s only the beginning"

These are illusions of popular history which a successful religion must promote: Evil men never prosper; only the brave deserve the fair; honesty is the best policy; actions speak louder than words; virtue always triuood deed is its oard; any bad huious talismans protect one from demon possession; only females understand the ancient mysteries; the rich are doomed to unhappiness -From the Instruction Manual: Missionaria Protectiva

"I am called Muriz," the leathery Frelow of a spice laht revealed daes fro water could be heard down one of those passages and, although water sounds were essential to the Fre Muriz took no pleasure fro There was the musty smell of a deathstill in the chamber

A youth of perhaps fourteen standard years cae and stood at Muriz&039;s left hand An unsheathed crysknife reflected pale yellow from the spice lamp as the youth lifted the blade and pointed it briefly at each of the bound esture toward the youth, Muriz said: "This is o his test of manhood"

Muriz cleared his throat, stared once at each of the six captives They sat in a loose sehtly restrained with spice-fiber ropes which held their legs crossed, their hands behind theht noose at each man&039;s throat Their stillsuits had been cut away at the neck

The boundTwo of thearments which marked them as wealthy residents of an Arrakeen city These two had skin which was shter than that of their companions, whose sere features and bony frames marked them as desert-born

Muriz resembled the desert dwellers, but his eyes were low of the spicelamp touched His son appeared an unformed copy of the man, with a flatness of face which did not quite hide the tur the Cast Out we have a special test for e in Shuloch We et Jacurutu and our day of despair Kralizec, the Typhoon Struggle, lives in our hearts" It was all spoken with the flat intonation of ritual

One of the soft-featured city dwellers across fro to threaten us and bind us captive We came peacefully on uious awakening? Good You shall have that awakening"

The soft-featured man said: "If we -"