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WILHELM HEYNE VERLAG MUNICH HEYNE SCIENCE FICTION Volume 06/3615 Title of the original American edition CHILDREN OF DUNE German translation by Ronald M. Hahn The drawings in the text and the color plates were created by John Schoenherr Please note the appendix to the volume DER WÜSTENPLANET (Heyne book no. 3108, unabridged new edition). There you will find more information about the ecology of the desert planet (Appendix I), the religion of the desert planet (Appendix II), a report on the motives and goals of the Bene Gesserit (Appendix III), the Almanak en-Ashraf, excerpts from the history of the high Houses (Appendix IV), the terminology of the empire (Appendix V) as well as a map and cartographic explanations for the northern polar region of Arrakis (Appendix VI). 22nd edition Editing: Wolfgang Jeschke Copyright © 1976 by Frank Herbert Copyright © of the German translation 1978 by Wilhelm Heyne Verlag, Munich Printed in Germany 1992 Cover drawing: John Schoenherr Cover design: Atelier Ingrid Schütz. Munich Complete production: Eisnerdruck. Berlin ISBN 3-453-30524-8 Third volume of the desert planet cycle The spelling follows the original, the hyphenation of the new regulation.

shaya / vitzli 021005

Frank Herbert

THE CHILDREN OF THE DESERT science fiction novel

Illustrated German first edition


1 The teachings of Muad'dib have become a playing field for the Pharisees, the superstitious and the corrupt. He taught us to live a balanced life and advocated a philosophy that helped people successfully face the problems of an ever-changing universe. His view was that in an advancing universe man also develops and that this evolution is subject to changing principles, which alone determine eternity. But how is a corrupt judgment supposed to practice such a mind? WORDS OF THE M ENTATEN D UNCAN IDAHO. On the surface of the heavy carpet that covered the rocky underground of the cave passage, a ray of light appeared, the source of which was not recognizable and only seemed to exist on the object of his search itself. Like an inquiring circle two centimeters in diameter, it slid back and forth, widening and contracting again. It hit the side wall of a green-colored bed, paused, then hesitantly slid higher. Under the green blanket lay a child with rust-red hair and a face that was the healthy curves of a baby, although it was no longer one. It had a neatly chiseled mouth and - although it did not have the usual fleshy body of the outworlders - it was completely devoid of the gaunt emaciation of the traditional Fremen. When the light jumped over the closed eyelids, the child stirred. The light went out again immediately. Now only a steady breathing could be heard, and - barely audible in the background - the monotonous splash-splash5

Splashing trickling water, which was caught by a wind trap, far above the cave, in a water basin. The light in the chamber lit up again. The beam was now much longer and brighter. And now you could see the source; from which he came. Someone was moving behind her: a hooded figure stood in the entrance of the cave, let the beam wander through the room, questioning and searching. There was something threatening about this beam of light, a restless discontent, but he still avoided touching the sleeping child again. Examining it, it glided over the cliff walls, which were made invisible by the wall hangings, and remained on a bulge. Again the light went out. The hooded figure moved on silently. Anyone who was not a stranger to Sietch Tabr could have known at that moment that she was Stilgar, the naib of the local community and bodyguard of the orphaned twins who were chosen to one day replace her father Paul Muad 'dib to take. It often happened that Stilgar inspected the twins' quarters during the night, usually first going to the room where Ghanima slept and then going to Leto to make sure that nothing had happened to him either. I'm an old fool, Stilgar thought. His fingers brushed the cold surface of the flashlight before disappearing behind his sash. The thing irritated him every time he thought he could rely on it. It was a product of the Empire, an instrument for finding larger living bodies. And yet it could show him no more than the sleeping children in their royal rooms. Stilgar knew that his thoughts and feelings hardly differed from the way the lamp worked. His insides were also unable to dispel the constant restlessness. It 6

it was as if a more powerful force were controlling these impulses and placing him in a position in which he only sensed danger everywhere. Here lay the points of reference of those grandiose dreams which dominated the whole known universe; the most precious possession of all time, the worldly authorities and the most powerful of all mystical lucky charms: the divine authenticity of Muad’dib's legacy. In these children - in Leto and his sister Ghanima - a frightening power had been concentrated. Through them, Muad'dib also lived on, although he was long dead. Leto and Ghanima were children over nine years old: they represented a natural force and were objects of worship and fear. They were the children of Paul Atreides, who had become Muad'dib and later the Mahdi of all Fremen. Muad'dib had triggered a movement that the Fremen had caused to break out of this planet through the universe in a jihad. They had submitted it to a religious crusade and left clear signs of victory on every world they entered. * Still, Muad'dib's children are flesh and blood creatures, Stilgar thought, and two quick blows with my knife would be theirs Extinguish life. Their water would then belong to the tribe again. The thought terrified him. To kill Muad’dib's children! But the years of introspection had made him wise. Stilgar knew the source of such terrible thoughts. The left * Cf. ›Der Wüstenplanet‹ (Heyne book no. 3108) and ›Der Herr des Wüstenplaneten (Heyne book no. 3266). For the terminology of the empire see the extensive appendix to ›Der Wüstenplanet‹; there is also a map of the northern region of Arrakis.


The hand of damnation was responsible, by no means the right of the blessed. The Ayat and Burhan of life had held many puzzles in store for him. He had once been proud to think of himself as a Fremen, to consider the desert a friend, and to call this planet by the name it owed people of his people: dune. It would never have occurred to him to call him Arrakis, as it appeared on the Empire's star maps. How easy it all was when our Messiah was just a dream, he thought. In finally finding him, we lost countless messianic dreams. Everyone who went to jihad for him is now waiting for a new leader. Stilgar glanced briefly into the unlit bedroom. If my knife set all these people free, would they make a messiah of me too? Leto moved restlessly in his bed. Stilgar sighed. Unfortunately, he had known the boy's grandfather - from whom he got his name - only too briefly to know what some people said: that the moral strength of the grandson was due to him. How would that righteousness affect this generation? Stilgar felt unable to answer that question. He thought: Sietch Tabr is mine. I am the ruler, a Naib of the Fremen. Without me, Muad'dib would not have existed. And as for the twins ... through Chani, their mother, who was also my blood relative, my blood also flows in their veins. I am in them too - like Muad'dib, Chani and all the others. What have we done to our universe? It was impossible for Stilgar to say why such thoughts haunted him on nights like this and why he felt guilty afterwards. He tried to dress himself in his own robe 8

to hide. The reality of now had nothing in the least to do with the former dream. The friendly desert that had once stretched from pole to pole had been reduced to half its former size. The mythical paradise of the past - the dream of a sprouting, green environment - made him uncomfortable. It was different from the previous dream. And just as the planet had changed, Stilgar knew, it had not stayed the same either. He was much more cunning than the former, simple tribal chief. And he also knew more whether it was about high politics or the fundamental consequences of the smallest decisions. Still, the new knowledge and cunning seemed to be a thin layer of whitewash that overlaid its old, metal core, but couldn't silence it. The core was still in him, speaking to him, telling him to return to the days of cleaner business. The morning sounds of the sietch began to obscure his thoughts. The people in the caves started to get up. Stilgar felt a cool draft on his cheeks and realized that the first were now about to open the door seals and step out into the crack of dawn. The coolness of the breeze showed him the carelessness of the people. It was a sign of the times. The cave dwellers had already begun to renounce the harsh water discipline of those old days. Why not if you had rain on this planet, if you could see clouds, if it had even got to the point where eight careless Fremen were caught in a wadi by a sudden torrent and drowned? Until this event, the word drowned had not even existed in the language of the desert planet. But this world was no longer a desert planet; she was Arrakis ... besides, this was the morning of an eventful day. 9

Stilgar thought: Jessica, the mother of Muad’dib and the grandmother of the royal twins, is returning to our world today. Why does she end her self-chosen exile at this time of all times? Why is she trading the beauty and safety of the planet Caladan for the dangers of Arrakis? And there were other worries too: would she notice his doubts? She was a Bene Gesserit Witch and Graduate of the Organization's Best School and a Venerable Mother. Women like her were astute and dangerous. Would she tell him to throw himself into his own knife? Would I obey her? Stilgar wondered. It was difficult to answer that question. He thought of LietKynes, the planetologist who had first developed the dream of turning the desert planet Arrakis into a green landscape in which people could live and in which they now lived. He was Chani’s father. Without him there would have been neither a dream, nor Chani, nor the twins. The result of this fragile chain struck him with dismay. How did we all meet here? Stilgar wondered. Why did we go together? What was our aim? Is it my duty to stop all of this, to destroy this great interplay? Stilgar no longer pushed the terrible need aside. He now had a choice of whether or not he was willing to forego all of his family's love in order to do what a Naib had to do on occasion: make a fatal decision in favor of the tribe. On the one hand, such a murder meant the highest treason and an abomination of the first order. After all, they're only kids! But then again, they weren't exactly that. They had eaten melange, participated in the general sietch orgies, searched the desert for sand trout and played all the other games, 10

that the Fremen children occupied themselves with ... And they were also on the Royal Council. Although they were still children in age, they had been assigned a seat there. They might be children by body structure - they weren't as far as their consciousness went: they were more experienced than anyone else on the planet and were fully conscious before they were even born. It was the genetic memory and the terrible awareness of the children that she shared with her aunt Alia that made her different from all other people. It had been this difference that hadn't let Stilgar rest for many nights, that had kept his mind moving and forced him to make his restless rounds. And now for the first time he became aware of his doubts. The inability to make a decision was a decision too, he knew that. Even before the twins and their aunt had seen the light of day, they had received all of the knowledge of their ancestors. Her mothers Chani and Jessica's drug addiction was to blame. Before the spice affected her metabolism, Lady Jessica had given birth to only one son: Paul Muad'dib. Alia came later, which was only understandable in retrospect. The countless generations to which the Bene Gesserit had subjected their breeding plan ultimately produced Muad'dib: the Kwisatz Haderach. However, they hadn't known what effect the melange would have on his life. Oh, of course they hadn't been so blind as not to see this possibility, but they had suppressed it and used the word hideous. And that fact was the most terrifying. If something was labeled hideous, there had to be a reason for it. And if 11

Alia was nicknamed the Abominable, this had to apply to the twins as well, because Chani had also subjected her life to the spice. She had taken it from an early age - so her genes had complemented those of Muad'dib. Stilgar's thoughts were beginning to come to a conclusion. There was no doubt in his mind that the twins' strength exceeded their father's. The only question was: against whom would they direct it? The boy spoke of the ability to be his own father and had tried to be one. Even if he was just a child, Leto had memories of things that normally only his father could have had. And if there was also the knowledge of all those long past ancestors - who could know whether there might not be views and ideas among them that could conjure up unimaginable dangers for humanity? Abominations, the holy witches of the Bene Gesserit had said. And yet they were eager to learn all about the life of the twins. The witches asked for sperm and ovum, without the offending meat it produced. Was that why Lady Jessica was returning at this point? Although at the time she had broken with the sisterhood in order to protect her ducal companion, rumors grew that she had meanwhile returned to the bosom of this organization. I could end all of these dreams in one fell swoop, Stilgar thought. And it wouldn't even be difficult. And again he wondered how far it had come that he could have such a thought without remorse. Were Muad’dib’s children responsible for the dreams that dominated the brains of others? No. They were nothing more than the lens through which light fell into the universe and projected dark shadows. 12th

Sudden pain led Stilgar to shake it off and think again in the old Fremen categories: God will give us a sign. There is no reason to act hastily. It is only his job to show us a way out, even if some do not want to wait for it. It was Muad'dib's religion that troubled Stilgar the most. Why had he been hyped up to be a god? Why had someone been idolized who was known to be flesh and blood? Muad’dib's Golden Elixir of Life had created a bureaucratic monster that affected people's lives like none before. Government and religion were one. If someone broke a law, they also committed a sin. The openly expressed criticism of a law was tantamount to blasphemy. If someone defended himself, he was assured of purgatory and immediately called on the self-righteous fanatics of the faith. Even though it was people who made laws.Stilgar shook his head sadly. He didn't even notice the servants who had entered the dormitory to begin their morning work. He put a hand on the crysnife attached to his hip and thought of the past this weapon symbolized and the rebels he sympathized with, even though they had been cut down more than once on his own instructions. He felt deeply confused and at that moment wanted nothing more than a return to those old days that the knife blade conjured up in him. But there was no way to reverse the development that had taken place in the universe in the meantime. He was thinking of a big machine project going on in an empty room. Even if his knife fell now, he couldn't use it against the mighty machinery. 13th

It would create a little disturbance, and the result would be a little chaos, followed by just another form of command and obedience. Stilgar sighed. Only now did he notice the movements of the people around him. Yes, these servants also represented the kind of order at the center of which were the children of Muad'dib. They moved from one moment to the next, always there when the need required it. Try to emulate them, Stilgar told himself. Wait for the things to come And he thought: I am nothing but a servant. And my Lord is the gracious God. And he called back to himself: 'Sure. We have put wide ribbons around their necks so that their gaze may be directed towards heaven. We put up a barrier in front of them and behind them. We have covered them up so that they cannot see. 'That was what the old Fremen religion said. Stilgar nodded. To see, to anticipate the next step that had to be taken, as Muad’dib had been able to do in his visions, required an opposing force. This gave rise to new possibilities for decision-making. To be unbound could mean a whim of God. It was just another incomprehensibility beyond human imagination. Stilgar took his hand off the handle of the knife and found his fingers trembling. The blade, which once shone as a tooth in the gigantic mouth of a sandworm, remained in its sheath. Stilgar knew now that he would not kill the children. He had come to a decision. Better to stick to that old virtue to which he had subjected himself all his life: loyalty. It was better to hold on to the things one could believe in than the things one needed to understand. 14th

Better the now than an uncertain future dream. The bitter taste that suddenly filled his mouth told him how empty and how inflammatory some of these dreams could be. No, he thought. No more dreams. Never again!


2 QUESTION: "Have you seen the preacher?" ANSWER: "I saw a sandworm." QUESTION: "What about this sandworm?" ANSWER: "He gives us the air we breathe." QUESTION: "And why destroy do we then his country? «ANSWER:» Because Shai-Hulud (the divine sandworm) commands us. «» THE PUZZLE OF


As was the custom with the Fremen, the twins woke up an hour before sunrise. They yawned and stretched in their adjoining rooms as if by secret agreement, feeling the activity of the other cave dwellers around them. They heard the servants in the vestibules quietly preparing breakfast, a simple meal of dates and nuts soaked in a liquid mainly made up of spices. The light globes cast a soft, yellow glow from the vestibules into their rooms. The twins dressed quickly. They felt the other's closeness without seeing each other. As if they had agreed, they slipped into their still suits, which protected them from the sharp desert wind. At the same time they appeared in their breakfast room. The servants were silent as if on command. Leto wore a black hood over the gray smoothness of his still suit, his sister a green one. The closures showed the Atreides ’coat of arms - a golden hawk with eyes made of red jewels. When she saw the jewelry, Harah, one of Stilgar's wives, said, “I see you met in honor of the arrival of your grandchildren

Mother dressed up today. ”Before Leto answered her, he pulled his plate towards him. He studied Harah's dark, wind and weather tanned face and finally said, shaking his head, “How do you know we did this for her? We might as well do ourselves an honor. ”Harah looked at him and said, without blinking an eyelash,“ My eyes are the same color as yours. ”Ghanima laughed out loud. Harah wasn't that easy to come by, she thought. In one sentence she had put a whole quick-witted answer that was: “Don't try to piss me off, my boy. You may be of royal blood, but we both bear the mark of melange dependence. Our eyes are blue and contain no white. What Fremen needs more honor than this? ”Leto smiled and nodded his head thoughtfully. "My dear Harah," he said, "if you were a little younger and didn't already belong to Stilgar - I would certainly woo you." Harah accepted the small victory with ease. Then she signaled the waiting servants to prepare the premises for the day’s upcoming activities. "Have your breakfast," she instructed the twins. "You will need a lot of strength today." "So you agree that we are not too dressed up for our grandmother?" Asked Ghanima with his mouth full. "You needn't fear them, Ghani," said Harah. Leto swallowed a bite and gave Harah a scrutinizing look. The woman made a childishly sly impression on him. That she had figured out her little game so quickly made him thoughtful. "Does she think we fear her?" He asked. 17th

"It doesn't have to be like that," said Harah. “But you shouldn't forget that she was once our Venerable Mother. I know her abilities. ”“ What did Alia wear? ”Asked Ghanima. "I haven't met her yet," Harah said briefly, and turned away. Leto and Ghanima exchanged a look that was only understandable to them and bent over breakfast. Then they went out and turned into the great main corridor. In one of the ancient languages ​​they knew from their genetic memory, Ghanima said, "So from today we have a grandmother." "Alia doesn't like it at all," Leto replied. "Who enjoys giving up a position like her?" Asked Ghanima. Leto laughed softly. It was a strange sound coming from a child's throat. “It's about more than that.” “Are her mother's eyes able to see what we've seen?” “Why not?” Leto asked. "Yes ... That could be what Alia fears." "Who can see through the hideous better than someone who is hideous himself?" Leto asked. "We can be wrong too," said Ghanima. “But we don't.” And Leto quoted from the Azhar book the Ben Gesserit: “There is a reason, based on terrible experience, that we call the preborn abhorrent. Because who knows which forgotten and damned person from the dark past can influence their thinking? ”“ I know the story, ”said Ghanima. "But if it is true, why are we not influenced by these past forces?"

"Maybe because our parents save us from it," said Leto. “And why isn't there anyone there to protect Alia as well?” “I don't know. Possibly because one of her parents is still alive. It could also be because we are quite simply still young and strong. Maybe we get more cynical as we get older ... ”“ We have to be very careful with this grandmother, ”Ghanima replied. "Shall we not talk about this preacher who wanders our planet and speaks of heresy?" "You don't think he is our father, do you?" But Alia fears him. ”Ghanima shook his head excitedly. "I don't believe in this horrible nonsense!" "You have as many memories as I do," Leto went on. "And you can believe what you want to believe." "You think it's because we haven't dared to indulge in the spice trance that Alia submits to." lined up in the stream of people that flowed into the main corridor. It was cool in the Sietch Tabr, but since the stillsuits were reasonably warm, they could afford to have their hoods pulled back and show off their red hair. The twins' faces belied the existence of different genes: both had the same features, had the same mouth. Her eyes shone in that characteristic blue that was common to all spice eaters. Leto saw his aunt Alia first. "Here she comes," he said, and switched to 19th at the same time

Atreides' fighting language ’over to warn his sister. Ghanima nodded to her aunt when she stopped in front of them and said: "Spoils of war greet their illustrious relatives." The Chakobsa language she used with it translated her name best: Ghanima, the spoils of war. "As you can see, dear aunt," Leto said, "we have done everything we can to prepare for your mother's arrival." Alia, the only person in the current royal household who did not let the children's behavior confuse her, saw her one after the other. Then she said, "Pay attention to what you say!" Alias ​​bronze hair was held back by two gold rings of water. Her face was oval in shape and her lips pressed together at that moment. She frowned and went on, “I warned you both to behave that day. And you know the reasons as well as I do. ”“ We know your reasons, ”said Ghanima,“ but maybe you don't know ours. ”“ Ghani! ”Alia snapped. Leto glanced at his aunt and said, "Today, the day of all days, we're not going to present ourselves as simple toddlers!" "Nobody asks you to play the simple-minded," Alia said. “But we think it would be stupid to provoke dangerous ideas in my mother. Irulan agrees with me. Who knows what role Lady Jessica is now popular to play? After all, she's a Bene Gesserit. ”Leto shook his head, wondering: Why doesn't Alia see what we suspect? Is she that far ahead of us? And he noticed again the fine genetic markings on her face that the 20

Indicated the presence of their maternal grandfather. The Baron Vladimir Harkonnen was not exactly an honorable person. The discovery made Leto suddenly feel uncomfortable and think: After all, he was also one of my own ancestors. "Lady Jessica was trained to rule," he said. Ghanima nodded: "Why did she choose this time for her return?" Alia scowled. "Maybe she only comes because she wants to see her grandchildren?" Ghanima thought: That's what you hope, dear aunt. But that is very unlikely. "She can't rule here," Alia said. “She has Caladan. And that should be enough for her. "Ghanima said soothingly:" When our father went out into the desert to die, he left you here as regent. He- ”“ Do you have any complaints? ”Alia demanded. "It was a sensible decision," Leto went on in place of his sister. "Because you were the only person who could understand what it's like to be born the way we are." "There are rumors that my mother has returned to the sisterhood," Alia said . "And you both know very well what the Bene Gesserit think of it ..." "... of atrocities," Leto said. "Yes!" Alia clenched her teeth. "Once a witch, always a witch - that's what they say," said Ghanima. Sister, you are playing a dangerous game, Leto thought. Regardless of this, he said, fully trusting her guidance: "Our grandmother was a woman of greater simplicity21

called any other of their kind. You share their memories, Alia; so you have to know what's coming. ”“ Simplicity! ”Alia exclaimed. Shaking her head, she looked around, glanced at the crowd in the main aisle, and turned her attention back to the children. “If it really was her, we wouldn't be here now. Neither you nor me. I would be her firstborn and not one of these ... ”She shook herself, moving her shoulders. “I warn you; pay close attention to what you say. ”She looked up. "Here comes my bodyguard." "And you really think it would be safer for us not to go out to the spaceport with you?" Leto asked. "Wait here," Alia said. "I'll bring her here." Leto exchanged a look with his sister and said: "You have told us often enough that the memories of those who lived before us and who are now in our heads have a certain usefulness in what they mean is that we have not yet had enough experience with our bodies to use them. My sister and I believe so. We both suspect some serious and dangerous changes in our grandmother's arrival. ”“ Don't stop believing, ”Alia said. She turned away, was surrounded by her guards and moved with quick steps through the corridor towards the reception gate, where an ornithopter squadron awaited her. Ghanima wiped a tear from her right eye. "Water for the dead?" Leto whispered, reaching for his sister's arm. Ghanima took a deep breath. She sighed and remembered the deep examination and observation of her aunt over the years. With the knowledge and experience of her ancestors, that hadn't been a problem for her. 22nd

"You think it was the spice trance's fault?" She asked, knowing beforehand what Leto would answer. “Do you have a better explanation?” “For the sake of the argument, let's stick with it. Why was our father - and even our grandmother - not inferior? "Leto studied her for a moment, then said," You know the answer as well as I do. When they came to Arrakis, they felt safe. The spice trance… well… ”He shrugged. “Neither of them was born in this world. Their ancestors came from elsewhere. But Alia… ”“ Why didn't she believe the Bene Gesserit's warnings? ”Ghanima bit his lip. "Alia had the same information as us, so she could have drawn her own conclusions." "She has always been called the hideous one," Leto said. "Don't you find it tempting to discover that you are much stronger than all these ..." "No, I don't think so!" Ghanima looked away. She felt her brother's probing eyes on her and shuddered. All she had to do was retrieve the genetic information from her memory, and the sorority's warnings took shape. The preborn seemingly tended to become adults with dubious behaviors. And the possible cause ... She shuddered again. "It's a shame we didn't have some preborn ancestors," Leto said. “Maybe we had.” “But then we would have ... Ah, yes, that brings us back to the old, unanswered question: do we really have the possibility23

Can we give us complete access to all the memories of our ancestors? ”From an inner feeling Leto realized how uncomfortable this conversation must be for his sister. You had discussed this question several times before, but without reaching a conclusion. He said, “We must refuse, refuse, and refuse again if she urges us to have our experience with the spice trance. We must be extremely careful not to overdose; that's our best option. ”“ It would have to be quite a big overdose to hit us, ”said Ghanima. "We can possibly take a lot," Leto agreed. "You can tell by how much Alia needs." "I'm sorry," said Ghanima. "The feeling in her that compels her to do so must be very subtle and constantly harass her." "Yes," said Leto. “She's a victim.Abomination. "" We could be wrong, too. "" Sure. "" I often wonder, "said Ghanima," whether the closest consciousness of an ancestor that I investigate is that which ... "" The past is not ours farther away than our pillow, ”Leto said. "We should wait for the right time to talk to our grandmother about it." "Your memories tell me the same thing," Leto said. Ghanima looked at his veil. "When you know too much, it becomes more and more difficult to make simple decisions."


3 The sietch on the edge of the desert belonged to Liet and Kynes, belonged to Stilgar and Muad'dib. Then Stilgar reigned in him again. The naibs come and go, but the sietch remains. FROM A SONG OF THE STRANGER. As she left the twins, Alia felt her heart pound. For a few seconds she felt like she had to stay with them and beg for their help. What a foolish weakness! The thought of it filled her with caution. Would the twins dare to look into the future? The path that had become her father's doom must in itself deter her: that nebulous wind from the future that encoded all visions and left it to the beholder to make sense of it. Why can't I see the future Alia wondered. Why don't I realize them whenever I try? She had to get the twins to do it. She had to bait them somehow. They still had the curiosity of children. It was only a matter of connecting this curiosity with the consciousness of the millennia that was within them. Like I did, Alia thought. Her bodyguards removed the liquid seal from the reception entrance and lined up as she stepped out and disappeared from view. The ornithopters were waiting for them on the landing field. A wind blew over the desert and blew clouds of dust in front of it. Still, it was a hel25

l day. As soon as she left the brightness of the glowing globes inside the sietch, Alia's thoughts focused on what awaited her out here. Why did Lady Jessica return just then? Had they been informed on Caladan of the premises on which their reign was based? "We should hurry, my lady," said one of the guardsmen. He had to speak quite loudly to drown out the noise the wind was making. Alia allowed the men to help her get into the plane, buckled the seat belts, and leaned back in the seat. The thought persisted. Why now of all times? The ornithopter's wings reached into the air. The machine lifted off the ground and plunged into the lower layers of the air. Alia, who somehow saw the pomp and power of her position symbolized in the movements, suddenly felt how fragile her position really was. Why did she come now, when her plans were not yet fully established? The ornithopter left the fog bank and the foothills of the sand clouds below. Alia could now see the sunlight shining on the wings of the machine. Below her lay the changed landscape of the planet: wide, green zones of vegetation and fertility where the wasteland had once dominated. Without a vision of the future, she thought, I might well be doomed to failure. Oh, what else could I do if I had the same powers as Paul. Without the bitterness that such visions of the future bring with them. An excruciating hunger made her tremble, and at the same time she wished she could shed power. Oh, if only she could be like the others - blind in the truest sense26

ne of the word, and subject only to the steady life to which all men were subject who had come into life in the ordinary way. But no! She had been born an Atreides, the victim of an eons-long, planned lineage in which her mother had joined by ingesting the spice. Why is my mother returning today of all times? Gurney Halleck would be with her - the always-serving mercenary, the ugly hired killer who was loyal to her and only went the way forward, a musician who could just as easily get a person out of the way as he could get rid of others with the sounds of his Balisets entertained. Some people said he had meanwhile become their mother's lover. That was one thing to be checked; possibly completely new aspects emerged from the result of the investigation. The desire to be like the others disappeared. I have to get Leto to indulge in the spice trance. She remembered once asking the boy how he would treat Gurney Halleck. And Leto, who had seen through the real intent of her question, had replied that Halleck was loyal to the point of self-surrender and: "He adored my father." Nevertheless, she had registered his hesitation in this answer. Leto used to say "I" instead of "my father". Sure, it was sometimes difficult to separate genetic memory from the experiences of one's own consciousness. And Gurney Halleck would certainly not make this separation any easier for Leto. Alias ​​features a hard smile. After Paul's death, Gurney had chosen to return to Caladan with Lady Jessica. His return to Arrakis now would cause some complications, because in addition to the previous problems, there was the complexity of his person. He had already served Paul's father. The Rei27

So the sequence was as follows: from Leto I. via Paul to Leto II. The reference line of the breeding program of the Bene Gesserit was: from Jessica via Alia to Ghanima. This is how the family tree went. So in the general confusion of identities, Gurney would add an additional factor. What would he do if he found out we had the Harkonnens' blood in us? The blood of that family he hates more than anything in the universe? The smile on Alias ​​lips froze. Despite everything, the twins were still children; Children with innumerable parents whose memories belonged to them alone, but whose existence made a number of people feel uncomfortable. When the ship that brought her grandmother to Arrakis landed, they would stand in the entrance of the sietch and wait. And Jessica? Would the flame sign in the sky make arriving at her grandchildren seem more realistic? She's going to ask me what training you've had, Alia thought. Will I be able to use the Prana Bindu discipline with a light hand? I will tell her they are self-training - just like me. And I'll bring her a quote from her grandson: "One of the obligations of ruling is occasionally the instruction to be tough ... but only when the victim demands it." Alia suddenly realized that it would be her job, Jessica's attention by drawing on the twins she wanted other things to escape her. It wouldn't be difficult. Leto was very much like Paul. Why not? He could be Paul whenever he wanted, and even Ghanima had this amazing ability. Just like I can be my mother or anyone else who shared their life with us. She brushed the thought aside and stared at the 28 below

sliding landscape down. The shield wall came into view now. Then she thought: What induced you to exchange the comfortable security of the water-rich world of Caladan for the desert planet Arrakis - where her duke was killed and her son died a martyr? Why did Lady Jessica come back just then? Alia had no answer, at least not a sure one. She was able to pull her mother's memories out of herself, but by now their experiences had gone different paths. So it was impossible to calculate their motives. The things that drove someone to private action were closed to her. For the preborn, much-born Atreides this meant a new birth: the moment they left the womb, this remained a unity in itself from which no more experiences could be called up. The fact that she loved and hated her mother at the same time was nothing out of the ordinary for Alia. On the contrary: she felt it was necessary to keep herself free from feelings of guilt and blame. Where could love or hate end? Was the Bene Gesserit to be blamed for leading Lady Jessica down a certain path? If one had the consciousness of people for several millennia within oneself, concepts like guilt shriveled into nothing. The sisterhood had only looked for the Kwisatz Haderach: the male counterpart of a venerable mother capable of anything ... and more. Their goal had been that superman who could be in many places at the same time. And Lady Jessica, who had been nothing more than a peasant in her cosmic game, had the forehead to fall in love with the partner she had been assigned. And instead of fulfilling the wishes of the Bene Gesserit who asked her to give birth to a daughter, 29

she had given birth to a boy. And she only gave birth to me after she became addicted to the spice! The Bene Gesserit don't want me anymore. You fear me! And with good reason ... Paul, her brother, the long-awaited Kwisatz Haderach, appeared on the field a generation too early. By doing so, he had mixed up their millennia-old plans. And now they had another problem to deal with: the hideous one who had the genes they had been looking for for so long. When a shadow fell over them, Alia looked up. The escort accompanying her ornithopter was preparing to land. She shook her head, puzzled that her mind was wandering from one problem to another. What was the point of pulling out all these old stories and balancing the mistakes that had long since been made? This was a new life. Duncan Idaho had also preoccupied his mentored consciousness with the question of the sudden return of Lady Jessica. His conclusion was that she could only have one reason: she wanted to hand over the twins to the care of the sisterhood, because they too were carriers of the much sought-after genes. And it wasn't impossible that Duncan was right. At least it was a reason to induce Lady Jessica to leave her self-chosen exile on Caladan. If the Sisterhood commanded ... What other motivation would she have to return to the world that in the past had only held pain for her? "We'll see," Alia muttered. She felt the ornithopter touch down on the dome roof and hit the exact spot. She was suddenly full of grim anticipation. 30th


4 Melange (me’-long also ma-lanj) n-s, origin. Unknown (possibly from Old Terran Franzk): a) a mixture of spices, b) a spice from Arrakis (the desert planet) with geriatric properties, first discovered by Yansuph Ashkoko, a royal chemist, during the period of Shakkad the Wise has been; arrakis mélange was found exclusively in the deep deserts of the planet and had a great influence on the prophetic visions of Paul-Muad'dib (Atreides), the first Mahdi of the Fremen; the spice was also used by the navigators of the space guild and the Bene Gesserit. KÖNI GLICHES DICTIONARY, FIFTH EDITION. In the morning light the two big cats came over the rocky hill and walked leisurely. They did not appear to be on the hunt, but appeared to be on an ordinary stroll through their territory. They were Laza tigers, a special breed that had been established on the planet Salusa Secundus eight thousand years ago. Genetic manipulations of the animals that once lived on Terra had made some of their former attributes disappear and instead created new ones. Their fangs were huge, their heads broad. The eyes were intelligent and nothing escaped them. To give them more grip on irregular terrain, it was ensured that their claws were longer. When extended, they measured ten centimeters and were as sharp as dagger blades. 32

The fur of the animals was thin and mustard-colored. They were as good as invisible in the sand. But there was another factor that set her apart from her ancestors: servo simulators had been implanted in their brains right after they were born. This made them completely dependent on whoever operated the associated control unit. It was cold. When the cats stopped to look over the surrounding terrain, small clouds of condensation formed in front of their mouths. Before them lay part of Salusa Secundus, a landscape where a few smuggled sand trout were kept, which it was hoped would develop in order to one day break the arrakis monopoly on spices. In the immediate vicinity of the cats there were some clay-colored rocks and isolated dry bushes of a silver-gray color. They cast long shadows in the light of the morning sun. Although they didn't show the slightest movement, the cats suddenly seemed startled. Their eyes slowly turned to the left, then turned their heads. Far in the distance, two children suddenly appeared, holding hands and occasionally reaching into the sand to throw it at each other. They appeared to be the same age, about nine or ten standard years of age, red-haired, and dressed in still suits over which they wore sumptuous white bourkas with the Atreides hawk emblem on their hems and hoods. Apparently they were enjoying themselves royally as they ran. Their voices penetrated to the location of the cats. The Laza Tigers knew this game because it was not the first time they had played it, even if they had kept quiet until now because the signal from the servo simulators had not come. 33

A man appeared on the ridge behind them now. He stopped and let his gaze wander over the scene: cats and children. He wore a sardaukar uniform of a dark gray color and carried the insignia of a Levenbrech, the adjutant of a Bashar. Around his neck was a harness on which he carried the servo simulator, which dangled under his forearm, where he could easily operate it with both hands. The cats didn't seem to notice him, but they knew the man from the sounds he made and his smell. He came down the hill, stopped two paces from the cats, and wiped his forehead. Although it was cold, it meant hard work for him. His gaze flicked over the scene again: cats and children. The officer pushed his blond hair back from his face and touched the microphone implanted in his larynx. "The cats are in view now." The receivers planted behind his ears sent a reply. "We see them." "Now?" Asked the Levenbrech. "Will they do it without a hunting order?" Replied the voice. "You are ready," said the Levenbrech. "Excellent. Then let's see whether the four exercises were enough. ”“ Tell me when you're done. ”“ Anytime. ”“ Well then, ”said the Levenbrech. He touched a red button on the right side of the servo simulator and went to the pressure point. The cats were now ready to jump, even without his fully pressing the button. With another finger the Levenbrech had a black button ready in case the animals thought of turning against him. But they didn't take any

a note from him, but crouched and deliberately began to look their way down. They moved towards the children, clawed out their claws, and stalked silently through the sand. The Levenbrech knelt and watched them. He knew that somewhere behind him hovered an invisible eye, that projected every movement in this landscape onto a secret monitor that stood in a dome where his prince lived. The cats started to run now. Their pace got faster and faster. The children who were now busy traversing rocky ground had not yet discovered the danger that threatened them. One of them laughed in a bright voice that could be heard from afar in the clear air. The other seemed to stumble, but caught itself again, turned and saw the cats. Suddenly it stretched out an arm and called out: "Look!" Both children now stopped and stared at what was pushing its way into their lives with tremendous speed. Even when the two Laza tigers pounced on them, they didn't budge. They died quickly and without understanding what was happening to them. The cats began to eat immediately. "Shall I call her back?" Asked the Levenbrech. “Let them eat first. They did their job very well.Just as I suspected. This couple is really very understanding. ”“ You are the best I know, ”agreed the Levenbrech. "All right then. We'll pick you up right away. The machine is ready. ”The levebreaker stopped and stretched. He avoided looking at the spot on his left where a soft glint had given him the location of the distant eye. It had transferred all its movements to its bashar's location in the green zone of the capital. The Levenbrech smiled. He had no doubt that today would lead to a promotion. 35

Even now he thought he could feel the insignia of a bator on his shoulders. And at some point he would be Burseg. This was followed by the bashar. The people who did well in the corps of Farad’n, the grandson of the late Shaddam IV., Could always count on promotions. And one day, when the prince finally sat on the throne rightfully owned by him, he would do more for his loyal followers. Perhaps the rank of Bashar wasn't even the last step for him. It would rain baronates and counties in Farad’n's sphere of control ... once the Atreides twins were eliminated.


5 The Fremen should return to their original beliefs and use their gift of forming human communities again. He should return to the past, in which the struggle for survival on Arrakis formed him. And what he should be concerned with above all must be the attempt to open the soul to the inner teachings. The worlds of the Empire, Landsraad and the MAFEA Confederation have nothing to say to him. They only exist to rob him of his soul. THE PREACHER



After the spaceship, coming from space, went down on the flat runway and crackled softly, Lady Jessica was surrounded by a sea of ​​people. She guessed there were more than half a million people, and a third of them appeared to be pilgrims. They stood in tense silence, their attention focused on the platform under which Jessica and her entourage stood under the shady roof. Although there were still two full hours missing from lunchtime, the shimmering air heralded a hot day. Jessica straightened her copper-colored hair, streaked with silver. She had an oval face and wore the Aba hood, which was reserved for the Venerable Mothers. She knew she was not looking too good after this long journey. In addition, the aba was not the best in this color. But she wore it because it came from this planet, because she had worn it here before and the Fremen got that particular impression of her. She sighed. She wasn't a fan of space travel since that trip from Caladan 37

according to Arrakis, constantly evoking unwanted memories in her. Every trip reminded her that, against all common sense, her duke had fought for his life and lost it. Carefully, her ability learned from the Bene Gesserit to probe the mood of the people around them, she eyed the crowds. She saw hoods from still suits in dull gray and the robes of those Fremen who came from the deep south; pilgrims dressed in white, whose penitential badges covered their shoulders, and a handful of wealthy merchants in light clothing and without headgear, boasting that there was no longer any water shortage for them on Arrakis. And a delegation from the Society of Believers had appeared, in green robes and heavy hoods. They stood apart as if they didn't want to come into contact with the merchants. If she kept her eyes fixed, the scene seemed almost identical to the one she had seen when she first landed here with her beloved Duke. How long ago was that? Over twenty years. She didn't like to think back to her strong heartbeat at the time. Time had risen in her like a dead burden, and it seemed as if what lay in between had helped make her feel as though she had never been sent here. Again in the lion's den, she thought. Here, on this site, her son had wrested the empire from the late Shaddam IV. The place had become a historical relic. There was no longer a person in the empire who knew nothing of its significance. The impatient shuffling of the entourage's feet made her sigh again. They had to wait for Alia, who was late. But now she appeared, followed by a line of people breaking away from the crowd and in a 38

long line through the ranks of the guards who willingly cleared an alley for them. Jessica took another look across the country. Various changes attracted her attention. A pulpit had been installed on the control tower of the landing field, such as the preachers used to speak to the people. Farther away to her left, but still visible, was that terrifying plastahl column that Paul had built with the explanation that it symbolized his fortress, "a sietch over the sand." It was the largest unitary structure that had ever been built by human hands. It could have housed entire cities, but now it housed the most powerful organization in the universe, the Alia-led Society of Believers based on her brother's myth. This has to go, thought Jessica. Alia's delegation was at the foot of the exit ramp and stopped expectantly. Jessica recognized Stilgar's bony body. And Princess Irulan was there too, hiding her wildness in a gentle-looking body and the magic cap of her golden-blonde hair. She didn't seem to have aged a day; it was amazing. And there, on the fringes of society, stood Alia, still looking like a young girl. Her gaze was directed upwards, into the shadows cast by the sun canopy. Jessica pressed her lips together and looked at her daughter. A sudden shock seized her as the rush of her own waves of life rang in her ears. So the rumors were true! Dreadful! Dreadful! So Alia had really walked a forbidden path. She could read it on her face. Abomination! In the brief moment it took Jessica to recover from the blow, she realized how deeply she had hoped to find the rumors unconfirmed. 39

What about the twins? she thought. Are they among the lost too? Slowly, as befitted the mother of a god, Jessica stepped out of the shadows and stepped onto the edge of the ramp. Her entourage stayed behind, as had been agreed. The next few seconds would be the worst. Jessica was now completely alone in the view of the crowd. Gurney Halleck coughed nervously behind her. He had said, horrified, “You don't even want to wear a shield? You gods! You're crazy! ”Yet one of Gurney's virtues was his loyalty. Even if he was beside himself; in the end, he would still obey. And he did that this time too. When Jessica appeared, the crowd let out a hiss that reminded them of the sound of a sandworm. She raised her arms in the same way the priesthood had taught the Empire. With different forms of reverence, yet like a single organism, the crowd sank to their knees. Even Alias' entourage submitted to this ceremony. Jessica immediately saw the places where slowness prevailed, but she also knew that those who stood behind her, along with the agents she had hidden in the crowd, were indelibly impressed by the sight. It wouldn't be a problem figuring out those a little slower than the crowd later. While Jessica stood with her arms raised, Gurney and his people appeared. They walked quickly down to the ramp behind her, ignoring the surprised looks of those who had come to pick her up. Immediately they mingled with the agents who identified themselves with a certain hand signal. In a flash they penetrated the ranks of the kneeling people, creating a way for themselves. 40

Several of those who seemed to suspect what the men wanted stood up and tried to flee. They became the easiest of victims: knives were drawn, ropes hissed through the air and threw the refugees to the ground. Others had to be driven out of the crowd and had their hands and feet tied. The whole time Jessica stood with her arms outstretched, as if to bless the crowd and only intended to keep them in a kneeling position. The beginning murmur escaped her just as little as the meaning behind it. The dominant insight, which quickly gained acceptance, was known to her simply because it had been spread among the people before her arrival: “The Venerable Mother has come back to destroy the hypocrites! Praise the Mother of our Lord! ”When the action was over - a few dead remained on the sand while the prisoners were tied to stakes behind the control tower - Jessica dropped her arms. It had only taken about three minutes. It was clear to her that Gurney and his own had hardly caught anyone who could get them any real information. Those who played larger roles in conspiracies were mostly sensitive and cautious. Nonetheless, the possibility that some fish had caught them with the usual drunks and fools could not be ruled out. Jessica put her arms around her body. The people rose to their feet again, cheering. As if nothing unusual had happened, Jessica went down to the ramp alone, overlooked her daughter and first devoted her special attention to Stilgar. The black beard that peeked out from under the man's hood had turned gray in the meantime, but his eyes were 41



still had that deep blue stain they had when they first met in the desert. Stilgar understood what had just happened and he approved of it. He was a true Naib the Fremen, a leader of men, and had been responsible for bloody decisions more than once. And the first words he offered to Jessica were testimony to it. “Welcome home, my lady. It's an honor to see you go on in such a concrete and direct manner. ”Jessica allowed herself a small smile. “Get the gates closed, dude. Nobody will leave until we interrogate the prisoners. ”“ That has already happened, my lady, ”said Stilgar. "I planned this action with Gurney's deputy." "So it was your people who helped us." "Some of them, yes, my lady." Realizing his partial reserve, she nodded. "You seem to have studied me pretty closely in those old days, style." "As you used to tell me when I was wounded, my lady, it is worth learning from the survivors." Alia followed a step in front, and Stilgar gave her his place. Mother and daughter were now facing each other. Knowing full well that there was no point hiding what she had recognized, she made no attempt to disguise herself. Alia was able to read every detail from looking at her face if she only wanted to. In this respect she was not inferior to any member of the sisterhood. Surely she already knew what her mother knew and what conclusions she had drawn from it. In the face of mortals, they were now opponents. And for Alia, at that moment, anger seemed the most natural form of reaction. 44

"How dare you take such an action here without first consulting me?" She snapped, craning her head close to Jessica. Jessica said softly, “As you just heard, Gurney didn't even let me know about the whole plan. Actually, we were going to- ”“ And you too, Stilgar! ”Alia gasped, turning to face him. "Whom do you owe your loyalty to?" "My oath is on Muad'dib's children," Stilgar replied in a formal tone. “We didn't do anything other than protect her from betrayal.” “Is there a reason you couldn't be delighted ... daughter?” Jessica asked. Alia blinked, glanced at her mother, and suppressed her anger. She even managed to bring out an even smile. "It filled me with joy ... Mother," she replied - and to her great surprise she found that she was really happy, even though she realized that everything between her mother and her was still open. The moment she had feared was over. Still nothing had changed in the balance of power. Turning to her mother and Stilgar at the same time, she said, "We will discuss this in more detail and at a more appropriate time." "Of course," said Jessica, turning with an alia dismissing movement to Princess Irulan. For a few short heartbeats they stood facing each other and measured each other silently - two Bene Gesserit who had broken with their organization for the same reasons: out of love. They had loved both men who were now dead. The princess had loved Paul without his having shown her any feelings. She was his wife, 45

however did not become his wife. And now she only lived for the children his concubine Chani had borne him. Jessica spoke first. "Where are my grandchildren?" "At the Sietch Tabr." "It would be dangerous for them out here, I suppose." Irulan nodded imperceptibly. The strange relationship between Alia and Jessica had not escaped her either. However, it was influenced by its own interpretation, in the existence of which Alia had played a decisive role: "Jessica has returned to the care of the sisterhood - and we both know the interest this organization has in Paul's children." Irulan was never particularly good trained adept of the Bene Gesserit, but owed her status mainly to the important fact that she was a daughter of the former emperor. She tried to cover up her minimal skills with an outstanding dose of arrogance. So now too. The way in which she replied made it clear that her psychological empathy was not the best. “Really Jessica,” she said, “you should have consulted the Royal Council. It was wrong, only with ... ”“ Do you mean that none of you trust Stilgar? ”Asked Jessica. Irulan was clever enough, however, to know that it was better not to answer a question like this. She was glad that her priestly retinue, who could hardly hold back his indignation, pushed forward. Exchanging a quick look with Alia, she thought: Jessica is as confident and cocky as ever! And immediately she recalled an axiom of the Bene Gesserit: 'It is the high-spirited who build stone walls around them to hide their doubts and fears behind them.' Could this also apply to Jessica? Certainly not. Then 46

her behavior just had to be a pose. But for what purpose? The question puzzled her. The priests noisily took possession of Muad’dib's mother. Some of them only managed to touch Jessica's arms, the others bowed and greeted her. At least the leaders of the delegation politely held back from the Holy Venerable Mother. They behaved according to the saying "The last will be the first," smiled politely and told her that the official sacrifice ceremony was being prepared for them in the dome of Paul's old fortress. Jessica eyed them both and felt repulsed. One of them, a younger man named Jarvid, had a sullen face. His cheeks were full and his hollowed-out eyes could barely hide the suspicion. The other was Zebataleph, the second son of a Fremenite Naib she had met in the old days. However, their acquaintance had been too short at the time for this man to remember her. He, too, was easy to classify: in him lustfulness was paired with mercilessness. He had a narrow face framed by a thin beard. The man exuded an aura of secret licentiousness and not without dangerous knowledge. Still, she thought Jarvid was the more dangerous. He seemed to have private plans and was both attractive and dismissive.He also used a language that struck her as strange: it was full of old foreign sayings and condensed the impression that he came from an area in which general progress had not yet found its way. "Tell me where you're from, Jarvid," Jessica said. "I'm just a simple Fremen from the desert," the man replied. 47

Every single syllable he uttered belied that statement. Zebataleph bluntly interfered in the short conversation and said scornfully: "We shall have a lot to talk about the old days, my lady. I was one of the first, you know, to understand your son's sacred mission. ”“ But you weren't a member of his fedaykin, ”Jessica replied. “No, my lady. I was more committed to a certain philosophical direction. I studied with the priesthood. ”And saved your skin, thought Jessica. Jarvid said, "We are expected in the dome, my lady." Again she had the impression that the man's strange way of speaking was a single question waiting for an answer. "Who is it that is waiting for us?" She asked. "The Society of Believers"; all those who endeavor to give due credit to the name and deeds your son performed, ”Jarvid said. Jessica looked around quickly, saw Alia smiling at Jarvid, and asked, "Is this man one of your favorites, daughter?" Alia nodded. “He's destined to do great things.” Since Jarvid didn't seem to care about being the center of attention, Jessica Gurney signaled that he should study him more closely. Shortly afterwards he and five men of his trust came closer and announced that the procrastinators captured were being questioned. He moved with the prancing elegance of a cat, flexing his muscles, and the glances he cast left and right indicated that he was a pattern of attention and that nothing escaped his eyes. Gurney was a trained reflex man, a killer, and for some people a danger that could not be overlooked. Still, Jessica loved him, because to her he was worth more than any other living man

the presence. The shiny scar on his chin gave Gurney a daring look and made him forget his ugliness. When he saw Stilgar, a smile settled on his face. "Well done, style," he said, and squeezed the old comrade's arm in the old stranger custom. "The victim," said Jarvid, touching Jessica's hand. She took a step back and concentrated entirely on the power of her voice, with which she intended to make a particular impression on Jarvid and Zebataleph. “I came to this planet to see my grandchildren. Is it really inevitable to attend this religious nonsense? ”Zebataleph reacted with shock. His jaw dropped down. He widened his eyes and stared at those standing by, who could not have missed these words. His gaze scanned every single person. Religious nonsense! What effect could such words have when they came from the mouth of their Messiah's mother? Jarvid, however, confirmed Jessica's prejudice. His features hardened at first, but then he began to smile. His eyes weren't smiling, though. Nor did they seek the gaze of the rest of the crowd. And that might be because he knew every single member of Alia's entourage. And so he knew whom from now on he had to meet with particular distrust. It was only seconds before the smile on Jarvid's face died away abruptly, and Jessica knew he had suddenly realized that he had been tricked. All senses told him that he had not escaped the Lady Jessica's extraordinary powers of observation. With a short, imperceptible nod, he indicated that he recognized her strength. In a split second, Jessica weighed the necessities. A tight show of hands to Gurney would see 49

Jarvid lost his life on the spot. She could do it now for a chilling effect, but also later, of course - and make it look like an accident. She thought: If we try to hide our innermost instincts, the individual will revolt against it with all his might. And so it was this time too. The Bene Gesserit training, which she had enjoyed and which enabled her to read from other people what was important, revolted. Jarvid's apparent intelligence weighed heavily on this. The arguments spoke for and against him at the same time. If this man could be won over, he would be an important link with the Arrakis priesthood. And besides, he was trusted by Alias. Jessica said, “My official entourage should be kept small. But we still have room for a man. Jarvid, you will go with us. Zebataleph - I'm sorry for you. And Jarvid, I will attend this ceremony if you insist. "Jarvid breathed a sigh of relief and said in a low voice," As the mother commands Muad'dibs. "He looked at Alia, then at Zebataleph, and turned to Jessica:" It pains me to delay seeing your grandchildren, but there are the… uh… obligations the state puts on you… ”Jessica thought, Good. So, first and foremost, he's a businessman. When we gain some foothold, we'll buy this man. And somehow she was amused that he insisted on the ceremony. That small victory would strengthen his position among his own kind, they both knew it. The fact that she accepted the sacrifice already obliged him to provide something in return at a later date. "I assume you've already settled the transportation issue," said Jessica. 50

6 I give you the desert chameleon, whose ability to adapt to the background tells you everything you need to know about the roots of ecology and the foundation of personal identity formation. FROM DE N HAYT CHRONICLES. Leto played the little baliset that Gurney Halleck, one of the few truly masterful masters of this instrument, had sent to him for his fifth birthday. In the four years that Leto had it, he had learned to play reasonably fluently, although the two bass sides still gave him some difficulty. Still, he was of the opinion that the instrument was excellently suited to ventilate emotions that enraged him. Ghanima didn't seem to have missed this either. He sat in the twilight of a rock cave on the southernmost foothill that belonged to the Sietch Tabr, and gently struck the strings. Ghanima stood behind him, and all of her little form seemed to be emitting silent protest. She had initially refused to go anywhere near the open country after learning from Stilgar that her mother had been held up in Arrakeen. She now expected that she would arrive in the evening, and to urge her brother to hurry up a little, she said, "So, what is it now?" Instead of an answer, Leto took hold of the strings. For the first time since he had owned this instrument, Leto realized that it must have been made by a true master instrument maker on Caladan. The inherited memories he possessed gave him a deep, nostalgic sense of gentleness

the planet that the Atreides ’had once ruled, and all he had to do was break through the inner barriers, and that was what music was best for. He remembered times when Gurney Halleck had used the baliset to cheer up his friend and protégé Paul Atreides. Leto felt more and more how the existence of this instrument indicated the psychic presence of his father. He went on playing, felt himself to be closer to the baliset with every move and had the certainty that he knew one hundred percent how the most beautiful notes could be extracted from him. It was only because his nine-year-old body was untrained that he was physically unable to do so. Ghanima stamped her foot impatiently. She did not even realize that she was tapping the exact beat her brother was playing on the instrument. Leto twisted his mouth in deep concentration and switched to a song so old that not even Gurney Halleck could know it: it had already been ancient when the Fremen stopped at their fifth stop on their long journey between the stars had. The text was about the Zensunni Wanderers and it had suddenly occurred to Leto during the game. “The loveliest form of nature contains a glorious essence that some call decay. But the presence of decay creates new life. Tears flow silently, witnesses of the water of the soul: they too bring new life to the pain of existence - 52

If we part with them, death and life are close. "As Leto let the last note fade away, Ghanima said behind him:" This is a mean song. Why did you play that? ”“ Because it fits. ”“ Will you play it for Gurney? ”“ Maybe. ”“ It won't tell him much. ”“ I know. ”Leto glanced over his shoulder at Ghanima . He was not surprised that she too knew the song and its lyrics, but he felt a sudden fit of fear as he reflected on the absolute uniformity of their lives. Even if one of them died, he would continue to exist in the consciousness of the other. Each shared memory would point to the other, so close were they. It was the timeless closeness of this connection that scared him. He looked away from her. It had been clear to him for some time that the previously uniform tissue around them was beginning to show holes - and this was mainly due to his current fear. Somehow their lives began to separate, and Leto asked himself: How can I teach her that there are things that are only accessible to me? He glanced at the desert. The Barachans, those high, jagged shifting dunes that wandered through the whole of Arrakis in waves, cast deep shadows. Here was the Kedem, the inner desert, and the signs of the presence of a sandworm could rarely be seen on the dunes. The sunrise cast blood-colored rays over the mountains of sand, creating the illusion of burning fires in the shadow of the 53

mighty wanderer. A hawk soaring through the scarlet air caught his attention. Green plants grew directly below him, watering the area from a qanat, which is partly open, but partly protected by rock tunnel walls. The water came from gigantic wind traps in which it was collected. They had been set up on the highest heights of the rocky landscape. And above it all fluttered the green banner of the Atreides family. Water and vegetation. These were the new symbols of the planet Arrakis: water and vegetation. From where he was, Leto could see a radiating oasis. A night bird's bell rang in the cliffs below. With her came the feeling as if at that moment he was experiencing a moment of wild past. Nous avons change tout cela, he thought, and automatically fell into one of those ancient languages ​​that only he and Ghanima could speak. "It was us who changed all of that." He sighed. Oublier je ne puis. "I can't forget it." Beyond the oasis stretched the land the Fremen called "the void," an area in which nothing grew that would never become fertile. But the water and the great ecological upheaval would also address this problem. There were already areas on the planet where there was larger vegetation. Forests on Arrakis! And there were quite a number of members of the younger generation who could no longer imagine that mighty dunes had once wandered in these areas. For most of these young people, there was nothing shocking about looking at the great clusters of rain trees. Even Leto suddenly found himself thinking in the categories of those old Fremen who all 54

Had remained suspicious of change and feared the present and the future. He said: "The children talk about the fact that one can only find sand trout in the area in the rarest of cases." "And what does that mean?" Asked Ghanima. The impatience was clearly audible in her words. "That things are starting to move faster and faster," Leto replied. Again the sound of the bird came from the cliffs. At the same moment the night fell like a black shadow over the desert. It often happened that with the onset of night the memories of Leto collapsed more numerous - as if they had all been waiting for this moment. Ghanima did not pay the same attention to this phenomenon as he did - yet she immediately sensed the reasons for his silence. She put a hand on his shoulder sympathetically. He made the Baliset sound angry. How could he teach her what was happening to him? Battles were going on in his head. Countless lives unearthed buried memories: violent arguments, lovesickness, the colors of many places, countless faces ... buried and forgotten worries and all kinds of human joy. He heard elegies devoted to planets that no longer even existed, funeral marches and fireworks, laments and joyous exclamations of goodbye, was the listener of countless conversations. And those seizures were worst if you had to survive them outdoors. "Shouldn't we go back inside?" Asked Ghanima. Leto shook his head. The way in which he did this showed her that his difficulties were much deeper than she had previously suspected. 55

Why do I so often feel compelled to pay my tribute to the night out here? he asked himself. He didn't even feel Ghanima withdraw his hand. "You know exactly why you are tormenting yourself this way," she said. He heard a slight reproach in her words. Yes, he knew. The answer was obviously in front of him: Because I am a plaything of the known / unknown hidden in me. The past tore at him like the water at the feet of a wave rider. His father's ability to foresee the future he had applied to almost everyone and everything that had crossed his path. Still, he wished he could learn more about the past, even if it could create dangers for him. He knew that he had to tell Ghanima about it. The desert began to glow under the blazing light of the first moon. He stared out at the pretending movement of sand that stretched out into infinity. To his left, not too far away, lay the companion, an elevation in the rock that the winds that carried the sand had shaped into a structure that looked like a lone worm rising up in the sand. One day in the distant future the rock formation he was now on would look no different. The Sietch Tabr would cease to exist and at most live on in the memories of people like him. "Why are you staring at the companion like that?" Asked Ghanima. Leto shrugged. Although their bodyguards had forbidden it, they very often came out to the companion's location. They had discovered the secret hiding place one day, and now Leto knew why it kept drawing them back here. 56