The small balcony was cleverly designed to offer a good view of the courtyard far below while remaining unseen. Leto watched the guards down by the gate to the inner palace, relaxed and laughing. Then a group of priests entered, and the soldiers straightened up, turning serious and still. They were Fremen, most of them from the Sietchs, who had ( Read more... )

Leto had pulled the chair up next to the window. He leaned the baliset against his shoulder, and after adjusting the tuning a little he struck a few chords. Then there was a silence while he roamed through his memories for a tune to play, and eventually he found an old Fremen song, possibly lost to the people of his day. He played it slowly at ( Read more... )