Stilgar, Idaho's Naib of the ancient days on Dune, would have looked on that room with scorn. "Shameful!" he would have said. "Decadent! Weak!" Stilgar would have used many scornful words about this entire village which dared to compare itself with a true Fremen sietch.
Paper rustled as Siona turned a page. She lay with her head propped on two pillows, a thin white robe covering her body. The robe still revealed clinging wetness from her bath.
Idaho shook his head. What was it on those pages which held her interest this way? She had been reading and re-reading since their arrival at Tuono. The volumes were thin but numerous, bearing only numbers on their black bindings. Idaho had seen a number nine.
Swinging his feet to the floor, he stood and went to the window. There was an old man out there at a distance, digging in flowers. The garden was protected by buildings on three sides. The flowers bore large blossoms-red on the outside but, when they unfolded, white in the center. The old Man's uncovered gray hair was a kind of blossom waving among the floral white and jeweled buds. Idaho smelled moldering leaves and freshly turned dirt against a background of pungent floral perfume.
A Fremen tending flowers in the open!
Siona volunteered nothing about her strange reading matter. She's taunting me, Idaho thought. She wants me to ask.
He tried not to think about Hwi. Rage threatened to engulf him when he did. He remembered the Fremen word for that intense emotion: kanawa, the iron ring of jealousy. Where is Hwi? What is she doing at this moment?
The door from the garden opened without a knock and Teishar, an aide to Garun, entered. Teishar had a dead colored
face full of dark wrinkles. His eyes were sunken with pale yellow around the pupils. Teishar wore a brown robe. He had hair like old grass that had been left out to rot. He seemed unnecessarily ugly, like a dark and elemental spirit. Teishar closed the door and stood there looking at them.
Siona's voice came from behind Idaho. "Well, what is it?"
Idaho noticed then that Teishar seemed strangely excited, vibrating with it.
"The God Emperor..." Teishar cleared his throat and began again. "The God Emperor will come to Tuono!"
Siona sat upright on the bed, folding her white robe over her knees. Idaho glanced back at her, then once more to Teishar.
"He will be wed here, here in Tuono!" Teishar said. "It will be done in the ancient Fremen way! The God Emperor and his bride will be guests of Tuono!"
Full in the grip of kanawa, Idaho glared at him, fists clenched. Teishar bobbed his head briefly, turned and let himself out, shutting the door hard.
"Let me read you something, Duncan," Siona said.
Idaho was a moment understanding her words. Fists still clenched at his sides, he turned and looked at her. Siona sat on the edge of her cot, a book in her lap. She took his attention as agreement.
"Some believe," she read, "that you must compromise integrity with a certain amount of dirty work before you can put genius to work. They say the compromise begins when you come out of the sanctus intending to realize your ideals. Moneo says my solution is to stay within the sanctus, sending others to do my dirty work."
She looked up at Idaho. "The God Emperor-his own words."
Slowly, Idaho relaxed his fists. He knew he needed this distraction. And it interested him that Siona had emerged from her silence.
"What is that book?" he asked.
Briefly, she told him how she and her companions had stolen the Citadel charts and the copies of Leto's journals.
"Of course you knew about that," she said. "My father has made it plain that spies betrayed our raid."
He saw the tears latent in her eyes. "Nine of you killed by the wolves?"
She nodded.
"You're a lousy Commander!" he said.
She bristled but before she could speak, he asked: "Who translated them for you?"
"This is from Ix. They say the Guild found the Key."
"We already knew our God Emperor indulged in expedience," Idaho said. "Is that all he has to say?"
"Read it for yourself." She rummaged in her pack beside the cot and came up with the first volume of the translation, which she tossed across to his cot. As Idaho returned to the cot, she demanded: "What do you mean I'm a lousy Commander'?"
"Wasting nine of your friends that way."
"You fool!" She shook her head. "You obviously never saw those wolves!"
He picked up the book and found it heavy, realizing then that it had been printed on crystal paper. "You should have armed yourselves against the wolves," he said, opening the volume.
"What arms?" Any arms we could get would've been useless!"
"Lasguns?" he asked, turning a page.
"Touch a lasgun on Arrakis and the Worm knows it!"
He turned another page. "Your friends got lasguns eventually."
"And look what it got them!"
Idaho read a line, then: "Poisons were available."
She swallowed convulsively.
Idaho looked at her. "You did poison the wolves after all, didn't you?"
Her voice was almost a whisper: "Yes."
"Then why didn't you do that in advance?" he asked.
"We... didn't... know... we... could."
"But you didn't test it," Idaho said. He turned back to the open volume. "A lousy Commander."
"He's so devious!" Siona said.
Idaho read a passage in the volume before returning his attention to Siona. "That hardly describes him. Have you read all of this?"
"Every word! Some of them several times."