"And mold your descendants in my image. It will be the most intensive, the most inclusive training program in all of history. We'll be an ecosystem in miniature. You see, whatever system animals choose to survive by must be based on the pattern of interlocking communities, interdependence, working together in the common design which is the system. And this system will produce the most knowledgeable rulers ever seen."
"You put fancy words on a most distasteful -"
"Who will survive Kralizec?" Leto asked. "I promise you, Kralizec will come."
"You're a madman! You will shatter the Empire."
"Of course I will... and I'm not a man. But I'll create a new consciousness in all men. I tell you that below the desert of Dune there's a secret place with the greatest treasure of all time. I do not lie. When the last worm dies and the last melange is harvested upon our sands, these deep treasures will spring up throughout our universe. As the power of the spice monopoly fades and the hidden stockpiles make their mark, new powers will appear throughout our realm. It is time humans learned once more to live in their instincts."
Ghanima took her arm from the back of the throne, crossed to Farad'n's side, took his hand.
"As my mother was not wife, you will not be husband," Leto said. "But perhaps there will be love, and that will be enough."
"Each day, each moment brings its change," Ghanima said. "One learns by recognizing the moments."
Farad'n felt the warmth of Ghanima's tiny hand as an insistent presence. He recognized the ebb and flow of Leto's arguments, but not once had Voice been used. It was an appeal to the guts, not to the mind.
"Is this what you offer for my Sardaukar?" he asked.
"Much, much more, cousin. I offer your descendants the Imperium. I offer you peace."
"What will be the outcome of your peace?"
"It's opposite," Leto said, his voice calmly mocking.
Farad'n shook his head. "I find the price for my Sardaukar very high. Must I remain Scribe, the secret father of your royal line?"
"You must."
"Will you try to force me into your habit of peace?"
"I will."
"I'll resist you every day of my life."
"But that's the function I expect of you, cousin. It's why I chose you. I'll make it official. I will give you a new name. From this moment, you'll be called Breaking of the Habit, which in our tongue is Harq al-Ada. Come, cousin, don't be obtuse. My mother taught you well. Give me your Sardaukar."
"Give them," Ghanima echoed. "He'll have them one way or another."
Farad'n heard fear for himself in her voice. Love, then? Leto asked not for reason, but for an intuitive leap. "Take them," Farad'n said.
"Indeed," Leto said. He lifted himself from the throne, a curiously fluid motion as though he kept his terrible powers under most delicate control. Leto stepped down then to Ghanima's level, moved her gently until she faced away from him, turned and placed his back against hers. "Note this, cousin Harq al-Ada. This is the way it will always be with us. We'll stand thus when we are married. Back to back, each looking outward from the other to protect the one thing which we have always been." He turned, looked mockingly at Farad'n, lowered his voice: "Remember that, cousin, when you're face to face with my Ghanima. Remember that when you whisper of love and soft things, when you are most tempted by the habits of my peace and my contentment. Your back will remain exposed."
Turning from them, he strode down the steps into the waiting courtiers, picked them up in his wake like satellites, and left the hall.
Ghanima once more took Farad'n's hand, but her gaze looked beyond the far end of the hall long after Leto had left it. "One of us had to accept the agony," she said, "and he was always the stronger."