the door. He pushed a low bench in front of Idaho, placed the tray on it and sat across from his guest.
Both men wore the yellow robes of mourning, but Idaho's was a borrowed garment worn because the people of Tabr had resented the Atreides green of his working uniform.
Stilgar poured the dark brew from the fat copper carafe, sipped first, and lifted his cup as a signal to Idaho - the ancient Fremen custom: 'It is safe; I have taken some of it. '
The coffee was Harah's work, done just as Stilgar preferred it: the beans roasted to a rose-brown, ground to a fine powder in a stone mortar while still hot, and boiled immediately; a pinch of melange added.
Idaho inhaled the spice-rich aroma, sipped carefully but noisily. He still did not know if he had convinced Stilgar. His mentat faculties had begun to work sluggishly in the early hours of the morning, all of his computations confronted at last by the inescapable datum supplied in the message from Gurney Halleck.
Alia had known about Leto! She'd known.
And Javid had to be a part of that knowing.
'I must be freed of your restraints,' Idaho said at last, taking up the arguments once more.
Stilgar stood his ground. 'The agreement of neutrality requires me to make hard judgments, Ghani is safe here. You and Irulan are safe here. But you may not send messages. Receive messages, yes, but you may not send them. I've given my word.'
'This is not the treatment usually accorded a guest and an old friend who has shared your dangers,' Idaho said, knowing he'd used this argument before.
Stilgar put down his cup, setting it carefully into its place on the tray and keeping his attention on it as he spoke. 'We Fremen don't feel guilt for the same things that arouse such feelings in others,' he said. He raised his attention to Idaho's face.
He must be made to take Ghani and flee this place, Idaho thought. He said: 'It was not my intention to raise a storm of guilt.'
'I understand that,' Stilgar said. 'I raise the question to impress upon you our Fremen attitude, because that is what we are dealing with: Fremen. Even Alia thinks Fremen.'
'And the Priests?'
'They are another matter,' Stilgar said. 'They want the people to swallow the grey wind of sin, taking that into the everlasting. This is a great blotch by which they seek to know their own piety.' He spoke in a level voice, but Idaho heard the bitterness and wondered why that bitterness could not sway Stilgar.
'It's an old, old trick of autocratic rule,' Idaho said. 'Alia knows it well. Good subjects must feel guilty. The guilt begins as a feeling of failure. The good autocrat provides many opportunities for failure in the populace.'
'I've noticed.' Stilgar spoke dryly. 'But you must forgive me if I mention to you once more that this is your wife of whom you speak. It is the sister of Muad'Dib.'
'She's possessed, I tell you!'
'Many say it. She will have to undergo the test one day. Meanwhile there are other considerations more important.'
Idaho shook his head sadly. 'Everything I've told you can be verified. The communication with Jacurutu was always through Alia's Temple. The plot against the twins had accomplices there. Money for the sale of worms off- planet goes there. All of the strings lead to Alia's office, to the Regency.'
Stilgar shook his head, drew in a deep breath. 'This is neutral territory. I've given my word.'
'Things can't go on this way!' Idaho protested.
'I agree.' Stilgar nodded. 'Alia's caught inside the circle and every day the circle grows smaller. It's like our old custom of having many wives. This pinpoints male sterility.' He bent a questioning gaze on Idaho. 'You say she deceived you with other men - 'using her sex as a weapon' is the way I believe you've expressed it. Then you have a perfectly legal avenue available to you. Javid's here in Tabr with messages from Alia. You have only to -'
'On your neutral territory?'
'No, but outside in the desert...'
'And if I took that opportunity to escape?'
'You'll not be given such an opportunity.'
'Still, I swear to you, Alia's possessed. What do I have to do to convince you of -'
'A difficult thing to prove,' Stilgar said. It was the argument he'd used many times during the night.
Idaho recalled Jessica's words, said: 'But you've ways of proving it.'
'A way, yes,' Stilgar said. Again he shook his head. 'Painful, irrevocable. That is why I remind you about our attitude toward guilt. We can free ourselves from guilts which might destroy us in everything except the Trial of Possession. For that, the tribunal, which is all of the people, accepts complete responsibility.'
'You've done it before, haven't you?'
'I'm sure the Reverend Mother didn't omit our history in her recital,' Stilgar said. 'You well know we've done it before.'
Idaho responded to the irritation in Stilgar's voice. 'I wasn't trying to trap you in a falsehood. It's just -'
'It's the long night and the questions without answers,' Stilgar said. 'And now it's morning.'
'I must be allowed to send a message to Jessica,' Idaho said.
'That would be a message to Salusa,' Stilgar said. 'I don't make evening promises. My word is meant to be kept; that is why Tabr's neutral territory. I will hold you in silence. I have pledged this for my entire household.'
'Alia must be brought to your Trial!'
'Perhaps. First, we must find out if there are extenuating circumstances. A failure of authority, possibly. Or even bad luck. It could be a case of that natural bad tendency which all humans share, and not possession at all.'
'You want to be sure I'm not just the husband wronged, seeking others to execute his revenge,' Idaho said.
'The thought has occurred to others, not to me,' Stilgar said. He smiled to take the sting out of his words. 'We Fremen have our science of tradition, our hadith. When we fear a mentat or a Reverend Mother, we revert to the hadith. It is said that the only fear we cannot correct is the fear of our own mistakes.'
'The Lady Jessica must be told,' Idaho said. 'Gurney says -'
'That message may not come from Gurney Halleck.'
'It comes from no other. We Atreides have our ways of verifying messages. Stil, won't you at least explore some of -'
'Jacurutu is no more,' Stilgar said. 'It was destroyed many generations ago.' He touched Idaho's sleeve. 'In any event, I cannot spare the fighting men. These are troubled times, the threat to the qanat... you understand?' He sat back. 'Now, when Alia -'
'There is no more Alia,' Idaho said.
'So you say.' Stilgar took another sip of coffee, replaced the cup. 'Let it rest there, friend Idaho. Often there's no need to tear off an arm to remove a splinter.'
'Then let's talk about Ghanima.'
'There's no need. She has my countenance, my bond. No one can harm her here.'
He cannot be that naive, Idaho thought.
But Stilgar was rising to indicate that the interview was ended.
Idaho levered himself to his feet, feeling the stiffness in his knees. His calves felt numb. As Idaho stood, an aide entered and stood aside. Javid came into the room behind him. Idaho turned. Stilgar stood four paces away. Without hesitating, Idaho drew his knife in one swift motion and drove its point into the breast of the unsuspecting Javid. The man staggered backward, pulling himself off the knife. He turned, fell onto his face. His legs kicked and he was dead.
'That was to silence the gossip,' Idaho said.
The aide stood with drawn knife, undecided how to react. Idaho had already sheathed his own knife, leaving a trace of blood on the edge of his yellow robe.
'You have defiled my honor!' Stilgar cried. 'This is neutral -'
'Shut up!' Idaho glared at the shocked Naib. 'You wear a collar, Stilgar!'
It was one of the three most deadly insults which could be directed at a Fremen. Stilgar's face went pale.
'You are a servant,' Idaho said. 'You've sold Fremen for their water.'
