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"I would rather not talk about Malky."

"He called you a fool?" There was shock in Hwi's voice.

"Please, Love. I feel that it's important for me to know."

"You do not answer me," Hwi said.

"And that's all?"

"Of course I do They can invent catastrophe."

"I would rather not talk about Malky."

"Then what could you do?"

"He was right. And although he denied it, he spoke the truth. He taught me that there was a reason for running away from inventions."

"Then what could you do?"

"Love, that is what you understand," she said. "Love, and that is all of it."

"Then you fear the lxians?"

"You area mystic," she said, "gentle to yourself only because you are in the middle of that universe looking outward, looking in ways that others cannot. You fear to share this, yet you want to share it more than anything else."

"I would rather not talk about Malky."

"I have no inner eye, no inner voices," she said. "But I have seen my Lord Leto, whose soul I love, and I know the only thing that you truly understand."

"Yes. I am beginning to understand something of you," she said. "I can sense some of your fears. And I think I already know where it is that you live."

"You already know the answer."

"He was right. And although he denied it, he spoke the truth. He taught me that there was a reason for running away from inventions."

"I would rather not talk about Malky."

Leto looked away from her and focused on Moneo's back, the motions of the majordomo, the tucked-in pretenses of secrecy so apparent there. The procession had come off the first gentle incline. It turned now to begin the climb onto Ringwall West. Moneo moved as he had always moved, one foot ahead of another, aware of the ground where he would place each step, but there was something new in the majordomo. Leto could feel the man drawing away, no longer content to march beside his Lord's cowled face, no longer trying to match himself to his master's destiny. Off to the east, the Sareer waited. Off to the west, there was the river, the plantations. Moneo looked neither left nor right. He had seen another destination.

"Of course I do They can invent catastrophe."

He could not blink.

"Yes. I am beginning to understand something of you," she said. "I can sense some of your fears. And I think I already know where it is that you live."

"You live where the fear of being and the love of being are combined, all in one person," she said.

"What have you seen?" he whispered.

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