allegiance to your Duke?”
“He’s asking me to enlist with him, Sire,” Idaho said.
“Would he accept a dual allegiance?” Leto asked.
“You wish me to go with him, Sire?”
“I wish you to make your own decision in the matter,” Leto said, and he could not keep the urgency out of his voice.
Idaho studied the Fremen. “Would you have me under these conditions, Stilgar? There’d be times when I’d have to return to serve my Duke.”
“You fight well and you did your best for our friend,” Stilgar said. He looked at Leto. “Let it be thus: the man Idaho keeps the crysknife he holds as a mark of his allegiance to us. He must be cleansed, of course, and the rites observed, but this can be done. He will be Fremen and soldier of the Atreides. There is precedent for this: Liet serves two masters.”
“Duncan?” Leto asked.
“I understand, Sire,” Idaho said.
“It is agreed, then,” Leto said.
“Your water is ours, Duncan Idaho,” Stilgar said. “The body of our friend remains with your Duke. His water is Atreides water. It is a bond between us.”
Leto sighed, glanced at Hawat, catching the old Mentat’s eye. Hawat nodded, his expression pleased.
“I will await below,” Stilgar said, “while Idaho makes farewell with his friends. Turok was the name of our dead friend. Remember that when it comes time to release his spirit. You are friends of Turok.”
Stilgar started to turn away.
“Will you not stay a while?” Leto asked.
The Fremen turned back, whipping his veil into place with a casual gesture, adjusting something beneath it. Paul glimpsed what looked like a thin tube before the veil settled into place.
“Is there reason to stay?” the Fremen asked.
“We would honor you,” the Duke said.
“Honor requires that I be elsewhere soon,” the Fremen said. He shot another glance at Idaho, whirled, and strode out past the door guards.
“If the other Fremen match him, we’ll serve each other well,” Leto said.
Idaho spoke in a dry voice: “He’s a fair sample, Sire.”
“You understand what you’re to do, Duncan?”
“I’m your ambassador to the Fremen, Sire.”
“Much depends on you, Duncan. We’re going to need at least five battalions of those people before the Sardaukar descend on us.”
“This is going to take some doing, Sire. The Fremen are a pretty independent bunch.” Idaho hesitated, then: “And, Sire, there’s one other thing. One of the mercenaries we knocked over was trying to get this blade from our dead Fremen friend. The mercenary says there’s a Harkonnen reward of a million solaris for anyone who’ll bring in a single crysknife.”
Leto’s chin came up in a movement of obvious surprise. “Why do they want one of those blades so badly?”
“The knife is ground from a sandworm’s tooth; it’s the mark of the Fremen, Sire. With it, a blue-eyed man could penetrate any sietch in the land. They’d question me unless I were known. I don’t look Fremen. But….”
“Piter de Vries,” the Duke said.
“A man of devilish cunning, my Lord,” Hawat said.
Idaho slipped the sheathed knife beneath his tunic.
“Guard that knife,” the Duke said.
“I understand, m’Lord.” He patted the transceiver on his belt kit. “I’ll report soon as possible. Thufir has my call code. Use battle language.” He saluted, spun about, and hurried after the Fremen.
They heard his footsteps drumming down the corridor.
A look of understanding passed between Leto and Hawat. They smiled.
“We’ve much to do, Sire,” Halleck said.
“And I keep you from your work,” Leto said.
“I have the report on the advance bases,” Hawat said. “Shall I give it another time, Sire?”
“Will it take long?”
“Not for a briefing. It’s said among the Fremen that there were more than two hundred of these advance bases built here on Arrakis during the Desert Botanical Testing Station period. All supposedly have been abandoned, but there are reports they were sealed off before being abandoned.”
“Equipment in them?” the Duke asked.
“According to the reports I have from Duncan.”
“Where are they located?” Halleck asked.
“The answer to that question,” Hawat said, “is invariably: ‘Liet knows.’ ”
“God knows,” Leto muttered.
“Perhaps not, Sire,” Hawat said. “You heard this Stilgar use the name. Could he have been referring to a real person?”
“Serving two masters,” Halleck said. “It sounds like a religious quotation.”
“And you should know,” the Duke said.
Halleck smiled.
“This Judge of the Change,” Leto said, “the Imperial ecologist—Kynes…. Wouldn’t he know where those bases are?”
“Sire,” Hawat cautioned, “this Kynes is an Imperial servant.”
“And he’s a long way from the Emperor,” Leto said. “I want those bases. They’d be loaded with materials we could salvage and use for repair of our working equipment.”
“Sire!” Hawat said. “Those bases are still legally His Majesty’s fief.”
“The weather here’s savage enough to destroy anything,” the Duke said. “We can always blame the weather. Get this Kynes and at least find out if the bases exist.”
“‘Twere dangerous to commandeer them,” Hawat said. “Duncan was clear on one thing: those bases or the idea of them hold some deep significance for the Fremen. We might alienate the Fremen if we took those bases.”
Paul looked at the faces of the men around them, saw the intensity of the way they followed every word. They appeared deeply disturbed by his father’s attitude.
“Listen to him, Father,” Paul said in a low voice. “He speaks truth.”
“Sire,” Hawat said, “those bases could give us material to repair every piece of equipment left us, yet be beyond reach for strategic reasons. It’d be rash to move without greater knowledge. This Kynes has arbiter authority from the Imperium. We mustn’t forget that. And the Fremen defer to him.”
“Do it gently, then,” the Duke said. “I wish to know only if those bases exist.”
“As you will, Sire.” Hawat sat back, lowered his eyes.
“All right, then,” the Duke said. “We know what we have ahead of us—work. We’ve been trained for it. We’ve some experience in it. We know what the rewards are and the alternatives are clear enough. You all have your assignments.” He looked at Halleck. “Gurney, take care of that smuggler situation first.”
“‘I shall go unto the rebellious that dwell in the dry land,’ ” Halleck intoned.
“Someday I’ll catch that man without a quotation and he’ll look undressed,” the Duke said.
Chuckles echoed around the table, but Paul heard the effort in them.
The Duke turned to Hawat. “Set up another command post for intelligence and communications on this floor, Thufir. When you have them ready, I’ll want to see you.”
Hawat arose, glancing around the room as though seeking support. He turned away, led the procession out of the room. The others moved hurriedly, scraping their chairs on the floor, balling up in little knots of confusion.
