God Emperor of Dune
"Damn you! I’m not your stud!"
"No need to shout, Duncan."
Idaho took several deep breaths, then: "When I tell them ‘no,’ they act hurt at first and then they treat me like some damned=" he shook his head=`holy man or something."
"Don’t they obey you?"
"They don’t question anything… unless it’s contrary to your orders. I didn’t want to come back here."
"Yet they brought you."
"You know damned well they won’t disobey you!"
"I’m glad you came, Duncan."
"Oh, I can see that!"
"The Fish Speakers know how special you are, how fond I am of you, how much I owe you. It’s never a question of obedience and disobedience where you and I are concerned."
"Then what is it a question of?"
"Loyalty.,,
Idaho fell into pensive silence.
"You felt the power of Siaynoq?" Leto asked.
"Mumbo jumbo."
"Then why are you disturbed by it?"
"Your Fish Speakers aren’t an army, they’re a police force." "By my name, I assure you that’s not so. Police are inevitably corrupted."
"You tempted me with power," Idaho accused.
"That’s the test, Duncan."
"You don’t trust me?"
"I trust your loyalty to the Atreides implicitly, without question."
"Then what’s this talk of corruption and testing?"
"You were the one who accused me of having a police force. Police always observe that criminals prosper. It takes a pretty dull policeman to miss the fact that the position of authority is the most prosperous criminal position available."
Idaho wet his lips with his tongue and stared at Leto with obvious puzzlement. "But the moral training of… I mean, the legal… the prisons to…"
"What good are laws and prisons when the breaking of a law is not a sin?"
Idaho cocked his head slightly to the right. "Are you trying to tell me that your damned religion is…"
"Punishment of sins can be quite extravagant."
Idaho hooked a thumb over his shoulder toward the world outside the door. "All this talk about death penalties… that flogging and…"
"I try to dispense with casual laws and prisons wherever possible."
"You have to have some prisons!"
"Do I? Prisons are needed only to provide the illusion that courts and police are effective. They’re a kind of job insurance."
Idaho turned slightly and thrust a pointing finger toward the door through which he had entered the small room. "You’ve got whole planets that are nothing but prisons!"
"I guess you could think of anywhere as a prison if that’s the way your illusions go.” "Illusions!" Idaho dropped his hand to his side and stood dumbfounded.
"Yes. You talk of prisons and police and legalities, the perfect illusions behind which a prosperous power structure can operate while observing, quite accurately, that it is above its own laws."
"And you think crimes can be dealt with by…
"Not crimes, Duncan, sins."
"So you think your religion can…"
"Have you noted the primary sins?"
"What?"
"Attempting to corrupt a member of my government, and corruption by a member of my government."
"And what is this corruption?"
"Essentially, it’s the failure to observe and worship the holiness of the God Leto."
"You?"
"Me."
"But you told me right at the beginning that…"
"You think I don’t believe in my own godhead? Be careful, Duncan."
Idaho’s voice came with angry flatness. "You told me that one of my jobs was to help keep your secret, that you..
."
"You don’t know my secret."
"That you’re a tyrant? That’s no…"
"Gods have more power than tyrants, Duncan."
"I don’t like what I’m hearing."
"When has an Atreides ever asked you to like your job?"
"You ask me to command your Fish Speakers who are judge, jury and executioner…" Idaho broke off.
"And what?"
Idaho remained silent.
Leto stared across the chill distance between them, so short a space yet so far.
It’s like playing a fish on a line, Leto thought. You must calculate the breaking point of every element in the contest.
The problem with Idaho was that bringing him to the net always hastened his end. And it was happening too rapidly this time. Leto felt sadness.
"I won’t worship you," Idaho said.
"The Fish Speakers recognize that you have a special dispensation," Leto said.
"Like Moneo and Siona?"
"Much different."
"So rebels are a special case."
Leto grinned. "All of my most trusted administrators were rebels at one time."
"I wasn’t a…"
"You were a brilliant rebel! You helped the Atreides wrest an Empire from a reigning monarch."
Idaho’s eyes went out of focus with introspection. "So I did." He shook his head sharply as though tossing something out of his hair. "And look what you’ve done with that Empire!"
"I have set up a pattern in it, a pattern of patterns."
"So you say."
"Information is frozen in patterns, Duncan. We can use one pattern to solve another pattern. Flow patterns are the hardest to recognize and understand."
"More mumbo jumbo."
"You made that mistake once before."
"Why do you let the Tleilaxu keep bringing me back to life-one ghola after another? Where’s the pattern in that?"