"I wanted the benefit of your surprise," Leto said. "A Guild lighter will land beside us out here soon. My Fish Speakers bring Malky to me."
Moneo inhaled a quick breath and held it a moment before exhaling. "Hwi's... uncle? That Malky?"
"You are surprised that you had no warning of this," Leto said.
Moneo felt a chill all through his body. "Lord, when you wish to keep things secret from..."
"Moneo?" Leto spoke in a softly persuasive tone. "I know that Malky offered you greater temptations than any other..."
"Lord! I never..."
"I know that, Moneo." Still in that soft tone. "But surprise has shocked your memories alive. You are armed for anything I may require of you."
"What... what does my Lord..."
"Perhaps we will have to dispose of Malky. He is a problem."
"Me? You want me to..."
"Perhaps."
Moneo swallowed, then, "The Reverend Mother..."
"Anteac is dead. She served me well, but she is dead. There was extreme violence when my Fish Speakers attacked the... place where Malky lay hidden."
"We are better off without Anteac," Moneo said.
"I appreciate your distrust of the Bene Gesserit, but I would that Anteac had left us in another way. She was faithful to us, Moneo."
"A Reverend Mother was..."
"Both the Bene Tleilax and the Guild wanted Malky's secret," Leto said. "When they saw us move against the lxians, they struck ahead of my Fish Speakers. Anteac... well, she could only delay them a bit, but it was enough. My Fish Speakers invested the place..."
"Malky's secret, Lord?"
"When a thing vanishes," Leto said, "that is as much of a message as when a thing suddenly appears. The empty spaces are always worthy of our study."
"What does my Lord mean, empty..."
"Malky did not die! Certainly I would have known that. Where did he go when he vanished?"
"Vanished... from you, Lord? Do you mean that the lxians..."
"They have improved upon a device they gave me long ago. They improved it slowly and subtly, hidden shells within hidden shells, but I noted the shadows. I was surprised. I was pleased."
Moneo thought about this. A device which concealed... Ahhh! The God Emperor had mentioned a thing on several occasions, a way of concealing the thoughts he recorded. Moneo spoke:
"And Malky brings the secret of..."
"Oh, yes! But that is not Malky's real secret. He holds another thing in his bosom which he does not think that I suspect."
"Another... but, Lord, if they can hide even from you..."
"Many can do that now, Moneo. They scattered when my Fish Speakers attacked. The secret of the lxian device is spread far and wide."
Moneo's eyes went wide with alarm. "Lord, if anyone..."
"If they learn to be clever, they will leave no tracks," Leto said. "Tell me, Moneo, what does Nayla say about the Duncan? Does she resent reporting directly to you?"
"Whatever my Lord commands..." Moneo cleared his throat. He could not fathom why his God Emperor spoke of hidden tracks, the Duncan and Nayla in the same breath.
"Yes, of course," Leto said. "Whatever I command, Nayla obeys. And what does she say of the Duncan?"
"He has not tried to breed with Siona, if that is my Lord's...
"But what does he do with my puppet Naib, Garun, and the other Museum Fremen?"
"He speaks to them of the old ways, of the wars against the Harkonnens, of the first Atreides here on Arrakis."
"On Dune!"
"Dune, yes."
"It's because there's no more Dune that there are no more Fremen," Leto said. "Have you conveyed my message to Nayla?"
"Lord, why do you add to your peril?"
"Did you convey my message?"
"The messenger has been sent to Tuono, but I could still call her back."
"You will not call her back!"
"But, Lord..."
"What will she say to Nayla?"
"That... that is your command for Nayla to continue in absolute and unquestioning obedience of my daughter except insofar... Lord! This is dangerous!"
"Dangerous? Nayla is a Fish Speaker. She will obey me."
"But Siona... Lord, I fear that my daughter does not serve you with all of her heart. And Nayla is..."
"Nayla must not deviate."
"Lord, let us hold your wedding in some other place."
"No!"
"Lord, I know that your vision has revealed..."
"The Golden Path endures, Moneo. You know that as well as L"
Moneo sighed. "Infinity is yours, Lord. I do not question the..." He broke off as a monstrous shuddering roar shook the tower, louder and louder.
Both of them turned toward the sound- a descending plume of blue-orange light filled with swirling shockwaves came down to the desert less than a kilometer away to the south.
"Ahhh, my guest arrives," Leto said. "I will send you down on my cart, Moneo. Bring only Malky back with you. Tell the Guildsmen this has earned my forgiveness, then send them away."
"Your for... yes, Lord. But if they have the secret of..."
"They serve my purpose, Moneo. You must do the same. Bring Malky to me."
Obediently, Moneo went to the cart which lay in shadows at the far side of the aerie chamber. He clambered on it, watched a mouth of night appear in the Wall. A landing-lip extruded into that night. The cart drifted outward, feather-light, and floated at an angle to the sand beside a Guild lighter which stood upright like a distorted miniature of the Little Citadel's tower.