"There are always the ghola Idahos," Luyseyal said.
"What did you say?" Anteac stared at her companion.
"There are always..."
"Yes!"
"The gholas are too slow in the body," Luyseyal said.
"But not in the head."
"What're you thinking?"
"Is it possible that the Tleilaxu... No, not even they could be that..."
"An Idaho Face Dancer?" Luyseyal whispered.
Anteac nodded mutely.
"Put it out of your mind," Luyseyal said. "They could not be that stupid."
"That's a dangerous judgment to make about Tleilaxu," Anteac said. "We must prepare ourselves for the worst. Get one of those Fish Speaker guards in here!" -= Unceasing warfare gives rise to its own social conditions which have been similar in all epochs. People enter a permanent state of alertness to ward off attacks. You seethe absolute rule of the autocrat. All new things become dangerous frontier districts-new planets, new economic areas to exploit, new ideas or new devices, visitors-everything suspect. Feudalism takes firm hold, sometimes disguised as a politbureau or similar structure, but always present. Hereditary succession follows the lines of power. The blood of the powerful dominates. The vice regents of heaven or their equivalent apportion the wealth. And their know they must control inheritance or slowly let the power melt away. Now, do you understand Leto's Peace?
- The Stolen Journals "HAVE THE Bene Gesserit been informed of the new schedule?" Leto asked.
His entourage had entered the first shallow cut which would wind into switchbacks at the approach to the bridge across the Idaho River. The sun stood at the morning's first quarter and a few courtiers were shedding cloaks. Idaho walked with a small troop of Fish Speakers at the left flank, his uniform beginning to show traces of dust and perspiration. Walking and trotting at the speed of a Royal peregrination was hard work.
Moneo stumbled and caught himself. "They have been informed, Lord." The change of schedule had not been easy, but
Moneo had learned to expect erratic shifts of direction at Festival time. He kept contingency plans at the ready.
"Are they still petitioning for a permanent Embassy on Arrakis'?" Leto asked.
"Yes, Lord. I gave them the usual answer."
"A simple `no' should suffice," Leto said. "They no longer need to be reminded that I abhor their religious pretentions."
"Yes, Lord." Moneo held himself to just within the prescribed distance beside Leto's cart. The Worm was very much present this morning-the bodily signs quite apparent to Moneo's eyes. No doubt it was the moisture in the air. That always seemed to bring out the Worm.
"Religion always leads to rhetorical despotism," Leto said. "Before the Bene Gesserit, the Jesuits were the best at it."
"Jesuits, Lord?"
"Surely you've met them in your histories?"
"I'm not certain, Lord. When were they?"
"No matter. You learn enough about rhetorical despotism from a study of the Bene Gesserit. Of course, they do not begin by deluding themselves with it."
The Reverend Mothers are in for a bad time, Moneo told himself. He's going to preach at them. They detest that. This could cause serious trouble.
"What was their reaction?" Leto asked.
"I'm told they were disappointed but did not press the matter."
And Moneo thought: 'd best prepare them for more disappointment. And they'll have to be kept away from the delegations of Ix and Tleilaxu.
Moneo shook his head. This could lead to some very nasty plotting. The Duncan had better be warned.
"It leads to self-fulfilling prophecy and justifications for all manner of obscenities," Leto said.
"This... rhetorical despotism, Lord?"
"Yes! It shields evil behind walls of self-righteousness which are proof against all arguments against the evil."
Moneo kept a wary eye on Leto's body, noting the way the hands twisted, almost a random movement, the twitching of the great ribbed segments. What will I do if the Worm comes out of him here? Perspiration broke out on Moneo's forehead.
"It feeds on deliberately twisted meanings to discredit opposition," Leto said.
"All of that, Lord?"
"The Jesuits called that `securing your power base.' It leads directly to hypocrisy which is always betrayed by the gap between actions and explanations. They never agree."
"I must study this more carefully, Lord."
"Ultimately, it rules by guilt because hypocrisy brings on the witch hunt and the demand for scapegoats."
"Shocking, Lord."
The cortege rounded a corner where the rock had been opened for a glimpse of the bridge in the distance.
"Moneo, are you paying close attention to me?"
"Yes, Lord. Indeed."
"I'm describing a tool of the religious power base."
"I recognize that, Lord."
"Then why are you so afraid?"
"Talk of religious power always makes me uneasy, Lord."
"Because you and the Fish Speakers wield it in my name?"
"Of course, Lord."
"Power bases are very dangerous because they attract people who are truly insane, people who seek power only for the sake of power. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Lord. That is why you so seldom grant petitions for appointments in your government."
"Excellent, Moneo!"
"Thank you, Lord."
"In the shadow of every religion lurks a Torquemada," Leto said. "You have never encountered that name. I know because I caused it to be expunged from all the records."