Bab 35: Old friend
Leit looked at the man. From behind, Damon, one of the king's guards, came and dropped a still suit on the ground. Damon's body offered a cool sensation from the surrounding heat of the planet. The man, though naked, burned from the son, and severely dehydrated, managed to put on his still suit.
"The Prophecy, is it true?" Leit asked. Suppose there was ever one person who could answer this question. Leit had seen the signs of Paul being the one who led the way for Arrakis to become a better world, a paradise, but he knew Damon knew more than he let on.
"You are a believer, no?" Damon asked, a smirk dancing on his lips. Of course, Leit could not see this, but Damon had a way of saying things. "A prophecy can only be true if someone actively tries to fulfill it, meaning all lies are truth, and if a lie is big enough, it will become truth.
Leit had a black Still suit not like the ones the reds wore; this one was to show he was outsider in the red sietch, and this did not make them think any less of you. The Red Fremen surrounded Damon and Leit,
Nervous he had become, the red Fremen were not known to be kind. Damon turned around and walked to the vehicle, and Leit followed suit. "You and me old friend have a lot to talk about." Getting in the car. Leit looked to Damon. And spoke.
"Your brother and mother, they took the Thopter. I don't know where, but they did say there was a storm." Leit said. He was concerned about the Lisan Al Gaib.
Long ago, Leit had asked Damon whether he was the Lisan Al Gaib, and the boy no older than four answered like a mature man. "You rely too much on prophecy; ask me in another time, and I will tell you the truth,"
Many in sietch Tabr had come to the belief that Damon was the Lisan Al Gaib, but the boy denied it and became violent. Paul, when he took on the role of Lisan al Gaib, was because of necessity and to have power, to deny himself that power would prove the death of his mother and sister in the womb.
He needed the manpower of the Fremen to take back the honor of his house and to have vengeance for what was done to his father.
The emperor had to answer for his actions. "Do not worry about my brother; he can handle himself; my mother is a weird woman; she understands the warrior way."
"I have seen your mother, the lady Jessica; you know what is to come of her; the sietch needs a new Sayyadina ." Damien did not say anything. The mask was like a husk, and no words were said for the whole ride. They had gone under the sand, and Leit could see the sand passing by the window.
When they arrived at the red Sietch, Damon exited the vehicle, and the king's guard stood next to him on his left and right. "My mother is a strong woman; she will handle everything that comes her way," Damon said to Leit.
The lady Jessica knew the danger of entering a new society of fanatics. If you did not conform to their ways, they would force you to.
And if you insisted on not doing as they asked they would kill you. She always planned to become Sietch Tabr's reverend mother. She knew her role when she saw how old their reverend mother was.
Kaitlin, the home world planet of House Corrino, Shadam, the emperor, stood in a clear water bath. Pain riddled his body, but slowly but surely, his skin was healing, and the poison was not intended to kill him.
The ones who were not harmed were his daughter and the reverend mother. For days, he was in a state of sleep and wake; when he woke, the pain would riddle his body. The Bene Gesserit looked to the poison.
And it was a new one. One their bodies had no way of countering. "This poison was it was designed for your father, the way it spread in the air how fast it did; you were not harmed, nor I, and it was not intended to kill the emperor but to inflict as much pain as possible." The reverend mother.
To her side was a mentat of house Corrino: "You hold back data I need to know." His name was count Hasimir Fenring. He was an old friend of the emperor and his personal assassin. And he was a almost Kwizats Hedrach; he was able to hide from the Kwizats Hedrach.
"Tell us, reverend mother," Princess Irlun said. She was the oldest of the emperor's daughters. After news of what happened to the emperor reached the landsraad, many marriages were offered. Of course, all were futile, but the prospect of it. Was there.
"Even If I say it, I don't know how it is possible; I believe that the head was a clone," the Reverand mother said; she stood from her seat and pushed it aside, looking out the window and into the garden.
"I see your perspective; there is an eighty percent chance that, indeed, that was a double," Hasimir said. The Reverand mother and the princess looked at him. "Not a clone?" the princess asked. Indeed, I have checked the DNA of the head, and it was indeed as it was said. The boy is Damon Atreides.
Now, we have placed a face to the name Bloodworm, which is a strategic leader. He knows that we know who he is, but he does not seem to care, which only means he is stupid or thinks he has won and has become powerful enough to win what is coming.
The emperor and I have been discussing Bloodworm, and now I see that we underestimated him; this can only mean one thing.
To attack the emperor in his own home is to show no one is safe from his grasp, and it is possible some houses are foolish enough to come to his side.
Bloodworm is forcing our hand to attack; in other words, we must play into his hands. If we don't, we look weak." "And how long would the preparations last?" asked Irlun. "That would take approximately one year and six months." Answered Hasimir
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