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In all of that green there was not one great worm.
Riches of wild growth, but nowhere Shai-Hulud.
Leto sensed that he had ventured across old boundaries into a new land which only the imagination had witnessed, and that he looked now directly through the very next veil which a yawning humankind called Unknown.
It was bloodthirsty reality.
He felt the red fruit of his life swaying on a limb, fluid slipping away from him, and the fluid was the spice essence flowing through his veins.
Without Shai-Hulud, no more spice.
He had seen a future without the great grey worm-serpent of Dune. He knew this, yet could not tear himself from the trance to rail against such a passage.
Abruptly his awareness plunged back--back, back, away from such a deadly future. His thoughts went into his bowels, becoming primitive, moved only by intense emotions. He found himself unable to focus on any particular aspect of his vision or his surroundings, but there was a voice within him. It spoke an ancient language and he understood it perfectly. The voice was musical and lilting, but its words bludgeoned him.
"It is not the present which influences the future, thou fool, but the future which forms the present. You have it all backward. Since the future is set, an unfolding of events which will assure that future is fixed and inevitable."
The words transfixed him. He felt terror rooted in the heavy matter of his body. By this he knew his body still existed, but the reckless nature and enormous power of his vision left him feeling contaminated, defenseless, unable to signal a muscle and gain its obedience. He knew he was submitting more and more to the onslaught of those collective lives whose memories once had made him believe he was real. Fear filled him. He thought that he might be losing the inner command, falling at last into Abomination.
Leto felt his body twisting in terror.
He had come to depend upon his victory and the newly won benevolent cooperation of those memories. They had turned against him, all of them--even royal Harum whom he'd trusted. He lay shimmering on a surface which had no roots, unable to give any expression to his own life. He tried to concentrate upon a mental picture of himself, was confronted by overlapping frames, each a different age: infant into doddering ancient. He recalled his father's early training: Let the hands grow young, then old. But his whole body was immersed now in this lost reality and the entire image progression melted into other faces, the features of those who had given him their memories.
A diamond thunderbolt shattered him.
Leto felt pieces of his awareness drifting apart, yet he retained a sense of himself somewhere between being and nonbeing. Hope quickening, he felt his body breathing. In ... Out. He took in a deep breath: yin. He let it out: yang.
Somewhere just beyond his grasp lay a place of supreme independence, a victory over all of the confusions inherent in his multitude of lives--no false sense of command, but a true victory. He knew his previous mistake now: he had sought power in the reality of his trance, choosing that rather than face the fears which he and Ghanima had fed in each other.
Fear defeated Alia!
But the seeking after power spread another trap, diverting him into fantasy. He saw the illusion. The entire illusion process rotated half a turn and now he knew a center from which he could watch without purpose the flight of his visions, of his inner lives.
Elation flooded him. It made him want to laugh, but he denied himself this luxury, knowing it would bar the doors of memory.
Ahhhh, my memories, he thought. I have seen your illusion. You no longer invent the next moment for me. You merely show me how to create new moments. I'll not lock myself on the old tracks.
This thought passed through his awareness as though wiping a surface clean and in its wake he felt his entire body, an einfalle which reported in most minute detail on every cell, every nerve. He entered a state of intense quiet. In this quiet, he heard voices, knowing they came from a great distance, but he heard them clearly as though they echoed in a chasm.
One of the voices was Halleck's. "Perhaps we gave him too much of it."
Namri answered. "We gave him exactly what she told us to give him."
"Perhaps we should go back out there and have another look at him." Halleck.
"Sabiha is good at such things; she'll call us if anything starts to go wrong." Namri.
"I don't like this business of Sabiha." Halleck.
"She's a necessary ingredient." Namri.
Leto felt bright light outside himself and darkness within, but the darkness was secretive, protective, and warm. The light began to blaze up and he felt that it came from the darkness within, swirling outward like a brilliant cloud. His body became transparent, drawing him upward, yet he retained that einfalle contact with every cell and nerve. The multitude of inner lives fell into alignment, nothing tangled or mixed. They became very quiet in duplication of his own inner silence, each memory-life discrete, an entity incorporeal and undivided.
Leto spoke to them then: "I am your spirit. I am the only life you can realize. I am the house of your spirit in the land which is nowhere, the land which is your only remaining home. Without me, the intelligible universe reverts to chaos. Creative and abysmal are inextricably linked in me; only I can mediate between them. Without me, mankind will sink into the mire and vanity of knowing. Through me, you and they will find the only way out of chaos: understanding by living."
With this he let go of himself and became himself, his own person compassing the entirety of his past. It was not victory, not defeat, but a new thing to be shared with any inner life he chose. Leto savored this newness, letting it possess every cell, every nerve, giving up what the einfalle had presented to him and recovering the totality in the same instant.
After a time, he awoke in white darkness. With a flash of awareness he knew where his flesh was: seated on sand about a kilometer from the cliff wall which marked the northern boundary of the sietch. He knew that sietch now: Jacurutu for certain ... and Fondak. But it was far different from the myths and legends and the rumors which the smugglers allowed.
A young woman sat on a rug directly in front of him, a bright glowglobe anchored to her left sleeve and drifting just above her head. When Leto looked away from the glowglobe, there were stars. He knew this young woman; she was the one from his vision earlier, the roaster of coffee. She was Namri's niece, as ready with a knife as Namri was. There was the knife in her lap. She wore a simple green robe over a grey stillsuit. Sabiha, that was her name. And Namri had his own plans for her.
Sabiha saw the awakening in his eyes, said: "It's almost dawn. You've spent the whole night here."
"And most of a day," he said. "You make good coffee."
This statement puzzled her, but she ignored it with a single-mindedness which spoke of harsh training and explicit instructions for her present behavior.
"It's the hour of assassins," Leto said. "But your knife is no longer needed." He glanced at the crysknife in her lap.
"Namri will be the judge of that," she said.
Not Halleck, then. She only confirmed his inner knowledge. "Shai-Hulud is a great garbage collector and eraser of unwanted evidence, " Leto said. "I've used him thus myself."
She rested her hand lightly on the knife handle.
"How much is revealed by where we sit and how we sit," he said. "You sit upon the rug and I upon the sand."
Her hand closed over the knife handle.
Leto yawned, a gaping and stretching which made his jaws ache. "I've had a vision which included you," he said.
Her shoulders relaxed slightly.
"We've been very one-sided about Arrakis," he said. "Barbaric of us. There's a certain momentum in what we've been doing, but now we must undo some of our work. The scales must be brought into better balance."
A puzzled frown touched Sabiha's face.
"My vision," he said. "Unless we restore the dance of life here on Dune, the dragon on the floor of the desert will be no more."
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Because he'd used the Old Fremen name for the great worm, she was a moment understanding him. Then: "The worms?"
