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Stopping only six paces from the Royal Cart, Idaho did not attempt to conceal his angry determination. He did not even think about whether Leto knew of the lasgun. This Imperium had wandered too far from the old Atreides morality, had become an impersonal juggernaut which crushed the innocent in its path. It had to be ended!
"I have come to talk to you about Siona and other matters," Idaho said. He brought the case into position where he could withdraw the lasgun easily.
"Very well." Leto's voice was full of boredom.
"Siona was the only one who escaped, but she still has a base of rebel companions."
"You think I don't know this!"
"I know your dangerous tolerance for rebels! What I don't know is the contents of that package she stole."
"Oh, that. She has the complete plans for the Citadel."
For just a moment, Idaho was Leto's Guard Commander, deeply shocked at such a breach of security.
"You let her escape with that?"
"No, you did."
Idaho recoiled from this accusation. Slowly, the newly resolved assassin in him regained ascendancy.
"Is that all she got?" Idaho asked.
"I had two volumes, copies of my journal, in with the charts. She stole the copies."
Idaho studied Leto's immobile face. "What is in these journals? Sometimes you say it's a diary, sometimes a history."
"A bit of both. You might even call it a textbook."
"Does it bother you that she took these volumes?"
Leto allowed himself a soft smile which Idaho accepted as a negative answer. A momentary tension rippled through Leto's body then as Idaho reached into the slim case. Would it be the weapon or the reports? Although the core of his body possessed a powerful resistance to heat, Leto knew that some of his flesh was vulnerable to lasguns, especially the face.
Idaho brought a report from his case and, even before he began reading from it, the signals were obvious to Leto. Idaho was seeking answers, not providing information. Idaho wanted justification for a course of action already chosen.
"We have discovered a Cult of Alia on Giedi Prime," Idaho said.
Leto remained silent while Idaho recounted the details. How boring. Leto let his thoughts wander. The worshippers of his father's long-dead sister served these days only to provide occasional amusement. The Duncans predictably saw such activity as a kind of underground threat.
Idaho finished reading. His agents were thorough, no denying it. Boringly thorough.
"This is nothing more than a revival of Isis," Leto said. "My priests and priestesses will have some sport suppressing this cult and its followers."
Idaho shook his head as though responding to a voice within it.
"The Bene Gesserit knew about the cult," he said.
Now that interested Leto.
"The Sisterhood has never forgiven me for taking their breeding program away from them," he said.
"This has nothing to do with breeding."
Leto concealed mild amusement. The Duncans were always so sensitive on the subject of breeding, although some of them occasionally stood at stud.
"I see," Leto said. "Well, the Bene Gesserit are all more than a little insane, but madness represents a chaotic reservoir of surprises. Some surprises can be valuable."
"I fail to see any value in this."
"Do you think the Sisterhood was behind this cult?" Leto asked.
"I do."
"Explain."
"They had a shrine. They called it 'The Shrine of the Crysknife.' "
"Did they now?"
"And their chief priestess was called 'The Keeper of Jessica's Light.' Does that suggest anything?"
"It's lovely!" Leto did not try to conceal his amusement.
"What is lovely about it?"
"They unite my grandmother and my aunt into a single goddess."
Idaho shook his head slowly from side to side, not understanding.
Leto permitted himself a small internal pause, less than a blink. The grandmother-within did not particularly care for this Giedi Prime cult. He was required to wall off her memories and her identity.
"What do you suppose was the purpose of this cult?" Leto asked.
"Obvious. A competing religion to undermine your authority."
"That's too simple. Whatever else they may be, the Bene Gesserit are not simpletons."
Idaho waited for an explanation.
"They want more spice!" Leto said. "More Reverend Mothers."
"So they annoy you until you buy them off?"
"I am disappointed in you, Duncan."
Idaho merely stared up at Leto, who contrived a sigh, a complicated gesture no longer intrinsic to his new form. The Duncans usually were brighter, but Leto supposed that this one's plot had clouded his alertness.
"They chose Giedi Prime as their home," Leto said. "What does that suggest?"
"It was a Harkonnen stronghold, but that's ancient history."
"Your sister died there, a victim of the Harkonnens. It is right that the Harkonnens and Giedi Prime be united in your thoughts. Why did you not mention this earlier?"
"I didn't think it was important."
Leto drew his mouth into a tight line. The reference to his sister had troubled the Duncan. The man knew intellectually that he was only the latest in a long line of fleshly revivals, all products of the Tleilaxu axlotl tanks and taken from the original cells at that. The Duncan could not escape his revived memories. He knew that the Atreides had rescued him from Harkonnen bondage.
And whatever else I may be, Leto thought, I am still Atreides.
"What're you trying to say?" Idaho demanded.
Leto decided that a shout was required. He let it be a loud one: "The Harkonnens were spice hoarders!"
Idaho recoiled a full step.
Leto continued in a lower voice: "There's an undiscovered melange hoard on Giedi Prime. The Sisterhood was trying to winkle it out with their religious tricks as a cover."
Idaho was abashed. Once it was spoken, the answer appeared obvious.
And I missed it, he thought.
Leto's shout had shaken him back into his role as Commander of the Royal Guard. Idaho knew about the economics of the Empire, simplified in the extreme: no interest charges permitted; cash on the barrelhead. The only coinage bore a likeness of Leto's cowled face: the God Emperor. But it was all based on the spice, a substance whose value, though enormous, kept increasing. A man could carry the price of an entire planet in his hand luggage.
"Control the coinage and the courts. Let the rabble have the rest," Leto thought. Old Jacob Broom said it and Leto could hear the old man chortling within. "Things haven't changed all that much, Jacob."
Idaho took a deep breath. "The Bureau of the Faith should be notified immediately."
Leto remained silent.
