'Only the Lord Leto knows.'
They walked on in silence, Hwi trying to understand her own feelings. The God Emperor filled her with sadness. She could sense the man in him, the man who might have been.
Why had such a man chosen this course for his life? Did anyone know? Did Moneo know?
Perhaps Duncan Idaho knew.
Her thoughts gravitated to Idaho-such a physically attractive man. So intense! She could feel herself drawn to him. If only Leto had the body and appearance of Idaho. Moneo, though-that was another matter. She looked at the back of her Fish Speaker escort.
'Can you tell me about Moneo' Hwi asked.
The Fish Speaker glanced back over her shoulder, an odd expression in her pale blue eyes-apprehension or some bizarre form of awe.
'Is something wrong?' Hwi asked.
The Fish Speaker returned her attention to the downward spiral of the ramp.
'The Lord said you would ask about Moneo,' she said.
'Then tell me about him.'
'What is there to say? He is the Lord's closest confidant.'
'Closer even than Duncan Idaho?'
'Oh, yes. Moneo is an Atreides.'
'Moneo came to me yesterday,' Hwi said. 'He said I should know something about the God Emperor. Moneo said the God Emperor is capable of doing anything, anything at all if it is thought to be instructive.'
'Many believe this,' the Fish Speaker said.
'You do not believe it'?'
Hwi asked the question as the ramp rounded a final turn and opened into a small anteroom with an arched entrance only a few steps away.
'The Lord Leto will receive you immediately,' the Fish Speaker said. She turned back up the ramp then without speaking of her own belief.
Hwi stepped through the arch and found herself in a low-ceilinged room. It was much smaller than the audience chamber. The air felt crisp and dry. Pale yellow light came from a concealed source at the upper corners. She allowed her eyes to adjust to the lowered illumination, noting carpets and soft cushions scattered around a low mound of... She put a hand to her mouth as the mound moved, realizing then that it was the Lord Leto on his cart, but the cart lay in a sunken area. She knew immediately why the room provided this feature. It made him less imposing to human guests, less overpowering by his physical elevation. Nothing could be done, however, about his length and the inescapable mass of his body except to keep them in shadows, throwing most of the light onto his face and hands.
'Come in and sit down,' Leto said. He spoke in a low voice, pleasantly conversational.
Hwi crossed to a red cushion only a few meters in front of Leto's face and sat on it.
Leto watched her movements with obvious pleasure. She wore a dark golden gown and her hair was tied back in braids which made her face appear fresh and innocent.
'I have sent your message to Ix,' she said. 'And I have told them that you wish to know my age.'
'Perhaps they will answer,' he said. 'Their answer may even be truthful.'
'I would like to know when I was born, all of the circumstances,' she said, 'but I don't know why this interests you.'
'Everything about you interests me.'
'They will not like it that you make me the permanent Ambassador.'
'Your masters are a curious mixture of punctilio and laxity,' he said. 'I do not suffer fools gladly.'
'You think me a fool, Lord?'
'Malky was not a fool; neither are you, my dear.'
'I have not heard from my uncle in years. Sometimes I wonder if he still lives.'
'Perhaps we will learn that as well. Did Malky ever discuss with you my practice of Taquiyya?'
She thought about this a moment, then: 'It was called Ketman among the ancient Fremen?'
'Yes. It is the practice of concealing the identity when revealing it might be harmful.'
'I recall it now. He told me you wrote pseudonymous histories, some of them quite famous.'
'That was the occasion when we discussed Taquiyya.'
'Why do you speak of this, Lord?'
'To avoid other subjects. Did you know that I wrote the books of Noah Arkwright?'
She could not suppress a chuckle. 'How amusing, Lord. I was required to read about his life.'
'I wrote that account, too. What secrets were you asked to wrest from me?'
She did not even blink at his strategic change of subject.
'They are curious about the inner workings of the religion of the Lord Leto.'
'Are they now?'
'They wish to know how you took religious control away from the Bene Gesserit.'
'No doubt hoping to repeat my performance for themselves?'
'I'm sure that's in their minds, Lord.'
'Hwi, you are a terrible representative of the lxians.'
'I am your servant, Lord.'
'Have you no curiosities of your own?'
'I fear that my curiosities might disturb you,' she said.
He stared at her a moment, then: 'I see. Yes, you are right. We should avoid more intimate conversation for now. Would you like me to talk about the Sisterhood?'
'Yes, that would be good. Do you know that I met one of the Bene Gesserit delegation today?'
'That would be Anteac.'
'I found her frightening,' she said.
'You have nothing to fear from Anteac. She went to your Embassy at my command. Were you aware that you had been invaded by Face Dancers?'
Hwi gasped, then held herself still while a cold sensation filled her breast. 'Othwi Yake?' she asked.
'You suspected?'
'It's just that I did not like him, and I had been told that...' She shrugged, then, as realization swept over her: 'What has happened to him?'
'The original? He is dead. That's the usual Face Dancer practice in such circumstances. My Fish Speakers have explicit orders to leave no Face Dancer alive in your Embassy.'
Hwi remained silent, but tears trickled down her cheeks.
This explained the empty streets, Anteac's enigmatic 'Yes.' It explained many things.
'I will provide Fish Speaker assistance for you until you can make other arrangements,' Leto said. 'My Fish Speakers will guard you well.'
Hwi shook the tears from her face. The Inquisitors of Ix would react with rage against Tleilax. Would Ix believe her report? Everyone in her Embassy taken over by Face Dancers! It was difficult to believe.
'Everyone?' she asked.
'The Face Dancers had no reason to leave any of your original people alive. You would have been next.'
She shuddered.
'They delayed,' he said, 'because they knew they would have to copy you with a precision to defy my senses. They are not sure about my abilities.'
'Then Anteac...'
'The Sisterhood and I share an ability to detect Face Dancers. And Anteac... well, she is very good at what she does.'
'No one trusts the Tleilaxu,' she said. 'Why haven't they been wiped out long ago?'
'Specialists have their uses as well as their limitations. You surprise me, Hwi. I had not suspected you could
