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"I suggested to Malky that there might be some things men should not invent."

"You do not answer me," Hwi said.

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.

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

"Then what could you do?"

He could not blink.

"You already know the answer."

"You already know the answer."

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

He could not blink.

"What have you seen?" he whispered.

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.

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

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

"No." He spoke reluctantly. "My words angered him. He said: `You think that in a world without birds, men would not invent aircraft Men can invent anything"'

"I suggested to Malky that there might be some things men should not invent."

"What have you seen?" he whispered.

"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 already know the answer."

"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 do not answer me," Hwi said.

"And that's all?"

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

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.

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.

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