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"I suggested to Malky that there might be some things men should not invent."

"Then you fear the lxians?"

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.

"I suggested to Malky that there might be some things men should not invent."

"And that's all?"

"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."

"I would rather not talk about Malky."

"You do not answer me," Hwi said.

He could not blink.

"What have you seen?" he whispered.

"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."

"I would rather not talk about Malky."

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

"What have you seen?" he whispered.

"I suggested to Malky that there might be some things men should not invent."

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

"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."

"And that's all?"

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.

He broke from her gaze, fearful of what she might say. The trembling of his hands could be felt all through his front segment.

"Of course I do They can invent catastrophe."

"I suggested to Malky that there might be some things men should not invent."

"And that's all?"

His hands stopped trembling. A tear rolled down each of his cheeks. When the tears touched his cowl, wisps of blue smoke erupted. He sensed the burning and was thankful for the pain.

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

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