Again, Nayla had obeyed.
As Leto watched the three-dimensional image of Nayla's approach, his reflections on that old ceremony were touched by sadness. Unless fixed in the Old Fremen way, the blade would grow increasingly brittle and useless. It would keep its crysknife shape throughout Nayla's life, but little longer.
I have thrown away a bit of the past. -= How sad it was that the Shadout of old had become today's Fish Speaker. And a true crysknife had been used to bind a servant more strongly to her master. He knew that some thought his Fish Speakers were really priestesses -Leto's answer to the Bene Gesserit.
"He creates another religion," the Bene Gesserit said.
Nonsense! I have not created a religion. I am the religion!
Nayla entered the tower sanctuary and stood three paces from Leto's cart, her gaze lowered in proper subservience.
Still in his memories, Leto said: "Look at me, woman!"
She obeyed.
"I have created a holy obscenity!" he said. "This religion built around my person disgusts me!"
"Yes, Lord."
Nayla's green eyes on the gilded cushions of her checks stared out at him without questioning, without comprehension, without the need of either response.
If I sent her out to collect the stars, she would go and she would attempt it. She thinks I am testing her again. I do believe she could anger me.
"This damnable religion should end with me!" Leto shouted. "Why should I want to loose a religion upon my people? Religions wreck from within-Empires and individuals alike! It's all the same."
"Yes, Lord."
"Religions create radicals and fanatics like you!"
"Thank You, Lord."
The short-lived pseudo-rage sank back out of sight into the depths of his memories. Nothing dented the hard surface of Nayla's faith.
"Topri has reported to me through Moneo," Leto said. "Tell me about this Topri."
"Topri is a worm."
"Isn't that what you call me when you're among the rebels?"
"I obey my Lord in everything."
Touche!
"Topri is not worth cultivating then?" Leto asked.
"Siona assessed him correctly. He is clumsy. He says things which others will repeat, thus exposing his hand in the matter. Within seconds after Kobat began to speak, she had confirmation that Topri was a spy."
Everyone agrees, even Moneo, Leto thought. Topri is not a good spy.
The agreement amused Leto. The petty machinations muddied water which remained completely transparent to him. The performers, however, still suited his designs.
"Siona does not suspect you?" Leto asked.
"I am not clumsy."
"Do you know why I summoned you?"
"To test my faith."
Ahhh, Nayla. How little you know of testing.
"I want your assessment of Siona. I want to see it on your face and see it in your movements and hear it in your voice." Leto said. "Is she ready?"
"The Fish Speakers need that one, Lord. Why do You risk losing her?"
"Forcing the issue is the surest way of losing what I treasure most in her," Leto said. "She must come to me with all of her strengths intact."
Nayla lowered her gaze. "As my Lord commands."
Leto recognized the response. It was a Nayla reaction to whatever she failed to understand.
"Will she survive the test, Nayla?"
"As my Lord describes the test..." Nayla lifted her gaze to Leto's face, shrugged. "I do not know, Lord. Certainly, she is strong. She was the only one to survive the wolves. But she is ruled by hate."
"Quite naturally. Tell me, Nayla, what will she do with the things she stole from me?"
"Did Topri not inform you about the books which they say contain Your Sacred Words?"
Odd how she can capitalize words only with her voice, Leto thought. He spoke curtly.
"Yes, yes. The Ixians have a copy and soon the Guild and Sisterhood as well will be hard at work on them."
"What are those books, Lord?"
"They are my words for my people. I want them to be read. What I want to know is what Siona has said about the Citadel charts she took."
"She says there is a great hoard of melange beneath Your Citadel, Lord, and the charts will reveal it."
"The charts will not reveal it. Will she tunnel?"
"She seeks Ixian tools for that."
"Ix will not provide them."
"Is there such a hoard of spice, Lord?"
"Yes."
"There is a story about how Your hoard is defended, Lord. That Arrakis itself would be destroyed if anyone tried to steal Your melange. Is it true?"
"Yes. And that would shatter the Empire. Nothing would survive-not Guild or Sisterhood, not Ix or Tleilaxu, not even the Fish Speakers."
She shuddered, then: "I will not let Siona try to get Your spice."
"Nayla! I commanded you to obey Siona in everything. Is this how you serve me?"
"Lord?" She stood in fear of his anger, closer to a loss of faith than he had ever seen her. It was the crisis he had created, knowing how it must end. Slowly, Nayla relaxed. He could see the shape of her thought as though she had laid it out for him in illuminated words.
The ultimate test!
"You will return to Siona and guard her life with your own," Leto said. "That is the task I set for you and that you accepted. It is why you were chosen. It is why you carry a blade from Stilgar's household."
Her right hand went to the crysknife concealed beneath her robe.
How sure it is, Leto thought, that a weapon can lock a person into a predictable pattern of behavior.
He stared with fascination at Nayla's rigid body. Her eyes were empty of everything except adoration.
The ultimate rhetorical despotism... and I despise it!
"Go then!" he barked.
Nayla turned and fled the Holy Presence.
Is it worth this? Leto wondered.
But Nayla had told him what he needed to know. Nayla had renewed her faith and revealed with accuracy the thing which Leto could not find in Siona's fading image. Nayla's instincts were to be trusted.
Siona has reached that explosive moment which I require. -= The Duncans always think it odd that I choose women for combat forces, but my Fish Speakers are a temporary army in every sense. While they can be violent and vicious, women are profoundly different from men in their dedication to battle. The cradle of genesis ultimately predisposes them to behavior more protective of life. They have proved to be the best keepers of the Golden Path. I reinforce this in my design for their training. They are set aside for a time from ordinary routines. I give them special sharings which they can look back upon' with pleasure for the rest of their lives. They come of age in the company of their sisters in preparation for events more profound. What you share in such companionship always prepares you for greater things. The haze of nostalgia covers their days among their sisters, making those days into something different than they were. That's the way today changes history. All contemporaries do not inhabit the same time. The past is always changing, but few realize it.
- The Stolen Journals AFTER SENDING word to the Fish Speakers, Leto descended to the crypt in the late evening. He had found it best to begin the first interview with a new Duncan Idaho in a darkened room where the ghola could hear Leto describe himself before actually seeing the pre-worm body. There was a small side room carved in black stone off the central rotunda of the crypt which suited this requirement. The chamber was large enough to accommodate Leto on his cart, but the ceiling was low. Illumination came from hidden glowglobes which he controlled. There was only the one door, but it was in two segments-one swinging wide to admit the Royal Cart, the other a small portal in human dimensions.
Leto rolled his Royal Cart into the chamber, sealed the large portal and opened the smaller one. He composed himself then for the ordeal.
Boredom was an increasing problem. The pattern of the Tleilaxu gholas had become boringly repetitious. Once, Leto had sent word warning the Tleilaxu to send no more Duncans, but they had known they could disobey him in this thing.