Leto spoke with infinite sadness: “You, too, shall pass away. Will all your works be as dust forgotten?” Without any warning, even as he spoke, Leto’s body convulsed in a thrashing roll which heaved him from the cart. The speed of it, the monstrous violence, threw him within centimeters of Moneo, who screamed and fled across the crypt. “Moneo!” Leto’s call stopped the majordomo at the entrance to the lift. “The test, Moneo! I will test Siona tomorrow!”