Stilgar walked across the desert. Or at least what used to be the desert.
Now it was turning green. Some parts of the desert remained, but it was
pretty much almost gone. He looked back towards Sietch Tabr, back to where
the Fremen were. Some of the Fremen remained as they used to be. But this
place was changing, and Stilgar knew that. Leto's concubine Sabiha was
pregnant. How she could be with the changes Leto's body was undergoing he
didn't know. But she had explained it to Stilgar, saying it happened before
Leto had even undergone the changes. But it defiled Stilgar's honor and his
word. Now that Sabiha was to stay in Sietch Tabr. She was a Castout, a
water stealer. Suddenly Ghanima came behind him.
"We're all water stealers Stil," she said as if she'd heard what he'd been thinking.
"How can you two stand walking such a long distance without breathing hard?" Farad'n asked, throwing himself up a grassy dune.
"It's the Fremen way Farad'n," Ghanima said, laughing.
"Or it used to be," Stilgar said, his face the same as he recalled Leto's words of Secher Nbiw. Or in other words the Golden Path.
Stilgar moved on, to a patch of yellow desert, where a rock that was jutting out from the side of a sandy wall, as it looked. That place remained the same, but not for long.
"Do you think he's mad that I said that?" Farad'n asked quietly.
"I don't think. Come, you must see what Stil wishes to show us," Ghanima said.
All the while Farad'n recorded this in his mind, for he was the Scribe, named Harq Al-Ada by Leto himself. Leto had ordered him to repeat all that was said here to him. But whether Farad'n would do it was not yet decided. Leto never showed any anger at Farad'n when he failed to record something that had happened. But Farad'n couldn't disobey Ghanima's trust or Stilgar's for the matter. Farad'n had made friends with Stilgar over the few months in which he'd been on Arrakis, which was no longer called Dune. Sometimes Farad'n wondered what Arrakis had looked like before he'd come here. But he would never live to see it, as Leto told him. Farad'n followed Ghanima down the grassy dune and he looked over the land. There was now a river forming somewhere close by, and the Leto had told him he was planning in turning the city of Arrakeen into a different city. But he hadn't explained what it would look like.
Only a few worms remained, maybe close to one hundred or so. And now when Farad'n looked at this place and when Stilgar described it to him, he realized how much this place had changed. But for whose benefit he wasn't sure of. Some people referred to Leto as selfish. But how could he be when he was trying to save them all? At least that's what Farad'n thought, and Leto trusted him because of it. Because Farad'n understood his part in this Secher Nbiw. Farad'n nodded his head as he realized Stilgar was further ahead than them, and Ghani was almost close behind Stilgar. So he followed, like the good Scribe he was.
"We're all water stealers Stil," she said as if she'd heard what he'd been thinking.
"How can you two stand walking such a long distance without breathing hard?" Farad'n asked, throwing himself up a grassy dune.
"It's the Fremen way Farad'n," Ghanima said, laughing.
"Or it used to be," Stilgar said, his face the same as he recalled Leto's words of Secher Nbiw. Or in other words the Golden Path.
Stilgar moved on, to a patch of yellow desert, where a rock that was jutting out from the side of a sandy wall, as it looked. That place remained the same, but not for long.
"Do you think he's mad that I said that?" Farad'n asked quietly.
"I don't think. Come, you must see what Stil wishes to show us," Ghanima said.
All the while Farad'n recorded this in his mind, for he was the Scribe, named Harq Al-Ada by Leto himself. Leto had ordered him to repeat all that was said here to him. But whether Farad'n would do it was not yet decided. Leto never showed any anger at Farad'n when he failed to record something that had happened. But Farad'n couldn't disobey Ghanima's trust or Stilgar's for the matter. Farad'n had made friends with Stilgar over the few months in which he'd been on Arrakis, which was no longer called Dune. Sometimes Farad'n wondered what Arrakis had looked like before he'd come here. But he would never live to see it, as Leto told him. Farad'n followed Ghanima down the grassy dune and he looked over the land. There was now a river forming somewhere close by, and the Leto had told him he was planning in turning the city of Arrakeen into a different city. But he hadn't explained what it would look like.
Only a few worms remained, maybe close to one hundred or so. And now when Farad'n looked at this place and when Stilgar described it to him, he realized how much this place had changed. But for whose benefit he wasn't sure of. Some people referred to Leto as selfish. But how could he be when he was trying to save them all? At least that's what Farad'n thought, and Leto trusted him because of it. Because Farad'n understood his part in this Secher Nbiw. Farad'n nodded his head as he realized Stilgar was further ahead than them, and Ghani was almost close behind Stilgar. So he followed, like the good Scribe he was.
