“I don’t like them leaving you unguarded!” The crystal sound of Moneo’s voice rang in Leto’s memories, speaking things not cast in words. Moneo feared a universe where there was no God Emperor. He would rather die than see such a universe. “What will happen today?” Moneo demanded. It was a question directed not to the God Emperior but to the prophet. “A seed blown on the wind could be tomorrow’s willow tree,” Leto said.
