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"Run faster. History is a constant race between invention and catastrophe. Education helps but it's never enough. You also must run."

"Then what could you do?"

"He was right. And although he denied it, he spoke the truth. He taught me that there was a reason for running away from inventions."

"You already know the answer."

He broke from her gaze, fearful of what she might say. The trembling of his hands could be felt all through his front segment.

"I have no inner eye, no inner voices," she said. "But I have seen my Lord Leto, whose soul I love, and I know the only thing that you truly understand."

"Then you fear the lxians?"

"Then what could you do?"

"You already know the answer."

He turned a startled glance on her and found himself locked in her gaze. It was astonishing. He could not move his eyes away from her. A profound fear coursed through and he felt his hands begin to twitch.

"You are sharing your soul with me, Love. Do you know that?"

"And that's all?"

"I have no inner eye, no inner voices," she said. "But I have seen my Lord Leto, whose soul I love, and I know the only thing that you truly understand."

"What have you seen?" he whispered.

He broke from her gaze, fearful of what she might say. The trembling of his hands could be felt all through his front segment.

He could not blink.

"Love, that is what you understand," she said. "Love, and that is all of it."

He turned a startled glance on her and found himself locked in her gaze. It was astonishing. He could not move his eyes away from her. A profound fear coursed through and he felt his hands begin to twitch.

He broke from her gaze, fearful of what she might say. The trembling of his hands could be felt all through his front segment.

Leto looked away from her and focused on Moneo's back, the motions of the majordomo, the tucked-in pretenses of secrecy so apparent there. The procession had come off the first gentle incline. It turned now to begin the climb onto Ringwall West. Moneo moved as he had always moved, one foot ahead of another, aware of the ground where he would place each step, but there was something new in the majordomo. Leto could feel the man drawing away, no longer content to march beside his Lord's cowled face, no longer trying to match himself to his master's destiny. Off to the east, the Sareer waited. Off to the west, there was the river, the plantations. Moneo looked neither left nor right. He had seen another destination.

Leto looked away from her and focused on Moneo's back, the motions of the majordomo, the tucked-in pretenses of secrecy so apparent there. The procession had come off the first gentle incline. It turned now to begin the climb onto Ringwall West. Moneo moved as he had always moved, one foot ahead of another, aware of the ground where he would place each step, but there was something new in the majordomo. Leto could feel the man drawing away, no longer content to march beside his Lord's cowled face, no longer trying to match himself to his master's destiny. Off to the east, the Sareer waited. Off to the west, there was the river, the plantations. Moneo looked neither left nor right. He had seen another destination.

"You are sharing your soul with me, Love. Do you know that?"

His hands stopped trembling. A tear rolled down each of his cheeks. When the tears touched his cowl, wisps of blue smoke erupted. He sensed the burning and was thankful for the pain.

"I have no inner eye, no inner voices," she said. "But I have seen my Lord Leto, whose soul I love, and I know the only thing that you truly understand."

"You live where the fear of being and the love of being are combined, all in one person," she said.

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