"For what?"
"He's no longer human," Ghanima said. "Yesterday you asked when he was going to remove the living skin? Never. It's part of him now and he's part of it. Leto estimates he has perhaps four thousand years before metamorphosis destroys him."
Farad'n tried to swallow in a dry throat.
"You see why he runs?" Ghanima asked.
"But if he'll live so long and be so -"
"Because the memory of being human is so rich in him. Think of all those lives, cousin. No. You can't imagine what that is because you've no experience of it. But I know. I can imagine his pain. He gives more than anyone ever gave before. Our father walked into the desert trying to escape it. Alia became Abomination in fear of it. Our grandmother has only the blurred infancy of this condition, yet must use every Bene Gesserit wile to live with it - which is what Reverend Mother training amounts to anyway. But Leto! He's all alone, never to be duplicated."
Farad'n felt stunned by her words. Emperor for four thousand years?
"Jessica knows," Ghanima said, looking across at her grandmother. "He told her last night. He called himself the first truly long-range planner in human history."
"What... does he plan?"
"The Golden Path. He'll explain it to you later."
"And he has a role for me in this... plan?"
"As my mate," Ghanima said. "He's taking over the Sisterhood's breeding program. I'm sure my grandmother told you about the Bene Gesserit dream for a male Reverend with extraordinary powers. He's -"
"You mean we're just to be -"
"Not just." She took his arm, squeezed it with a warm familiarity. "He'll have many very responsible tasks for both of us. When we're not producing children, that is."
"Well, you're a little young yet," Farad'n said, disengaging his arm.
"Don't ever make that mistake again," she said. There was ice in her tone.
Jessica came up to them with Tyekanik.
"Tyek tells me the fighting has spread off-planet," Jessica said. "The Central Temple on Biarek is under siege."
Farad'n thought her oddly calm in this statement. He'd reviewed the reports with Tyekanik during the night. A wildfire of rebellion was spreading through the Empire. It would be put down, of course, but Leto would have a sorry Empire to restore.
"Here's Stilgar now," Ghanima said. "They've been waiting for him." And once more she took Farad'n's arm.
The old Fremen Naib had entered by the far door escorted by two former Death Commando companions from the desert days. All were dressed in formal black robes with white piping and yellow headbands for mourning. They approached with steady strides, but Stilgar kept his attention on Jessica. He stopped in front of her, nodded warily.
"You still worry about the death of Duncan Idaho," Jessica said. She didn't like this caution in her old friend.
"Reverend Mother," he said.
So it's going to be that way! Jessica thought. All formal and according to the Fremen code, with blood difficult to expunge.
She said: "By our view, you but played apart which Duncan assigned you. Not the first time a man has given his life for the Atreides. Why do they do it, Stil? You've been ready for it more than once. Why? Is it that you know how much the Atreides give in return?"
"I'm happy you seek no excuse for revenge," he said. "But there are matters I must discuss with your grandson. These matters may separate us from you forever."
"You mean Tabr will not pay him homage?" Ghanima asked.
"I mean I reserve my judgment." He looked coldly at Ghanima. "I don't like what my Fremen have become," he growled. "We will go back to the old ways. Without you if necessary."
"For a time, perhaps," Ghanima said. "But the desert is dying, Stil. What'll you do when there are no more worms, no more desert?"
"I don't believe it!"
"Within one hundred years," Ghanima said, "there'll be fewer than fifty worms, and those will be sick ones kept in a carefully managed reservation. Their spice will be for the Spacing Guild only, and the price..." She shook her head. "I've seen Leto's figures. He's been all over the planet. He knows."
"Is this another trick to keep the Fremen as your vassals?"
"When were you ever my vassal?" Ghanima asked.
Stilgar scowled. No matter what he said or did, these twins always made it his fault!
"Last night he told me about this Golden Path," Stilgar blurted. "I don't like it!"
"That's odd," Ghanima said, glancing at her grandmother. "Most of the Empire will welcome it."
"Destruction of us all," Stilgar muttered.
"But everyone longs for the Golden Age," Ghanima said. "Isn't that so, grandmother?"
"Everyone," Jessica agreed.
"They long for the Pharaonic Empire which Leto will give them," Ghanima said. "They long for a rich peace with abundant harvests, plentiful trade, a leveling of all except the Golden Ruler."
"It'll be the death of the Fremen!" Stilgar protested.
"How can you say that? Will we not need soldiers and brave men to remove the occasional dissatisfaction? Why, Stil, you and Tyek's brave companions will be hard pressed to do the job."
Stilgar looked at the Sardaukar officer and a strange light of understanding passed between them.
Chapter Thirty-Three
"And Leto will control the spice," Jessica reminded them.
"He'll control it absolutely," Ghanima said.
Farad'n, listening with the new awareness which Jessica had taught him, heard a set piece, a prepared performance between Ghanima and her grandmother.