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And now he is a Risk Master! This is a mortal who can rule over all others and has powers to change the world. There is but one law for which even he is bound: THE SACRIFICED MUST STAY DEAD!
Four boys found themselves trapped within a magical labyrinth, not knowing how they got there. It was dark but that did not stop them from searching out the exit. Despite the darkness they had no difficulty in finding mystical totems scattered about its halls. Every so often the walls would shift and they would find themselves even more alone. The totems seemed to bring brightness to their world, as encompassed by the ever-shifting labyrinth, and momentarily brought relief but the relief never seemed to last long.
“Tyr, Haldor, where are you guys?” shouted Baldwin to the elder boys. “Are you safe?” It took much straining of his ears to make out their voices.
“I’m just looking for the hooting owl,” said Haldor. Of course, there was no owl hooting; Baldwin knew that at least the eccentric Haldor was as safe as could be expected.
“Everything is fine over here, though it would be nice if there were lights on. I can’t see a damned thing!” Tyr did not often get angry, but it was clear to Baldwin that his friend was losing his patience in this maze with no exit.
The Hawk of the Prescient Man
Flew over the Kingdom of Sand,
But when the moon sunk too low
He knew that time would not slow,
And child did amend what Father began.
~The Oral History
There were many nights when Leto would absorb every detail of the desert into his being, but this evening he would have no such luck on his run back toward Arrakeen, as he was filled with adab—the demanding memory.
Though he often sought out specific memories to aid in his reshaping of the empire he inherited from his father, there was also a sharp fear when the memories came unbidden to Leto. Memory was an enduring pattern that could be affixed onto oneself, but the danger of the preborn lay in the absolute perfection of the ancestor’s memories within the body. He could remain within these memories and leave the empire to rot. Such a temptation to lose oneself would mean death, and Leto still had much work to accomplish before he would be allowed to die.