![]() Moneo moved as he had always moved, one foot ahead of another, aware of the ground where he would place each step, but there was something new in the majordomo. It turned now to begin the climb onto Ringwall West. The procession had come off the first gentle incline. Leto looked away from her and focused on Moneo's back, the motions of the majordomo, the tucked-in pretenses of secrecy so apparent there. ![]() ![]() ![]() The trembling of his hands could be felt all through his front segment. He broke from her gaze, fearful of what she might say. "But I have seen my Lord Leto, whose soul I love, and I know the only thing that you truly understand." "I have no inner eye, no inner voices," she said. "Of course I do They can invent catastrophe." A profound fear coursed through and he felt his hands begin to twitch. He could not move his eyes away from her. He turned a startled glance on her and found himself locked in her gaze. "You are sharing your soul with me, Love. You fear to share this, yet you want to share it more than anything else." "You area mystic," she said, "gentle to yourself only because you are in the middle of that universe looking outward, looking in ways that others cannot.
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