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.By her own strength she was overcome.We've dared to search within, to seek out the old languages and the old knowledge.We're already amalgams of those lives within us.We don't resist; we ride with them.This was what I learned from our father last night.It's what I had to learn." "He said nothing of that within me." "You listened to our mother.It's what we --" "And I almost lost." "Is she still strong within you?" Fear tightened his face."Yes.but now I think she guards me with her love.You were very good when you argued with her." And Ghanima thought about the reflected mother-within, said: "Our mother exists now for me in the alam al-mythal with the others, but she has tasted the fruit of hell.Now I can listen to her without fear.As to the others." "Yes," he said."And I listened to my father, but I think I'm really following the counsel of the grandfather for whom I was named.Perhaps the name makes it easy." "Are you counseled to speak to our grandmother of the Golden Path?" Leto waited while an attendant pressed past them with a basket-tray carrying the Lady Jessica's breakfast.A strong smell of spice filled the air as the attendant passed."She lives in us and in her own flesh," Leto said."Her counsel can be consulted twice." "Not by me," Ghanima protested."I'm not risking that again." "Then by me." "I thought we agreed that she's gone back to the Sisterhood." "Indeed.Bene Gesserit at her beginning, her own creature in the middle, and Bene Gesserit at the end.But remember that she, too, carries Harkonnen blood and is closer to it than we are, that she has experienced a form of this inner sharing which we have." "A very shallow form," Ghanima said."And you haven't answered my question." "I don't think I'll mention the Golden Path." "I may." "Ghani!" "We don't need any more Atreides gods! We need a space for some humanity!" "Have I ever denied it?" "No." She took a deep breath and looked away from him.Attendants peered in at them from the anteroom, hearing the argument by its tone but unable to understand the ancient words."We have to do it," he said."If we fail to act, we might just as well fall upon our knives." He used the Fremen form which carried the meaning of "spill our water into the tribal cistern." Once more Ghanima looked at him.She was forced to agree.But she felt trapped within a construction of many walls.They both knew a day of reckoning lay across their path no matter what they did.Ghanima knew this with a certainty reinforced by the data garnered from those other memory-lives, but now she feared the strength which she gave those other psyches by using the data of their experiences.They lurked like harpies within her, shadow demons waiting in ambush.Except for her mother, who had held the fleshly power and had renounced it.Ghanima still felt shaken by that inner struggle, knowing she would have lost but for Leto's persuasiveness.Leto said his Golden Path led out of this trap.Except for the nagging realization that he withheld something from his vision, she could only accept his sincerity.He needed her fertile creativity to enrich the plan."We'll be tested," he said, knowing where her doubts led."Not in the spice." "Perhaps even there.Surely, in the desert and in the Trial of Possession." "You never mentioned the Trial of Possession!" she accused."Is that part of your dream?" He tried to swallow in a dry throat, cursed this betrayal "Yes." "Then we will be.possessed?" "No." She thought about the Trial -- that ancient Fremen examination whose ending most often brought hideous death.Then this plan had other complexities.It would take them onto an edge where a plunge to either side might not be countenanced by the human mind and that mind remain sane.Knowing where her thoughts meandered, Leto said: "Power attracts the psychotics.Always.That's what we have to avoid within ourselves." "You're sure we won't be.possessed?" "Not if we create the Golden Path." Still doubtful, she said: "I'll not bear your children, Leto." He shook his head, suppressing the inner betrayals, lapsed into the royal-formal form of the ancient tongue: "Sister mine, I love you more dearly than myself, but that is not the tender of my desires." "Very well, then let us return to another argument before we join our grandmother.A knife slipped into Alia might settle most of our problems." "If you believe that, you believe we can walk in mud and leave no tracks," he said."Besides, when has Alia ever given anyone an opportunity?" "There is talk about this Javid." "Does Duncan show any signs of growing horns?" Ghanima shrugged."One poison, two poison." It was the common label applied to the royal habit of cataloguing companions by their threat to your person, a mark of rulers everywhere."We must do it my way," he said."The other way might be cleaner." By her reply, he knew she had finally suppressed her doubts and come around to agreement with his plan.The realization brought him no happiness.He found himself looking at his own hands, wondering if the dirt would cling.===========================This was Muad'Dib's achievement: He saw the subliminal reservoir of each individual as an unconscious bank of memories going back to the primal cell of our common genesis.Each of us, he said, can measure out his distance from that common origin.Seeing this and telling of it, he made the audacious leap of decision.Muad'Dib set himself the task of integrating genetic memory into ongoing evaluation.Thus did he break through Time's veils, making a single thing of the future and the past.That was Muad'Dib's creation embodied in his son and his daughter [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]