August 8, 2011
“I have deliberately ignored the admonition of Mohammed and Moses. Even you know it Moneo!”
It was an accusation. Moneo started to nod, then shook his head from side to side. He wondered if he dared renew his retreat. Moneo knew from long experience that lectures in this tenor did not long continue without the coming of the Worm.
“What admonition might that be?” Leto asked. There was a mocking lightness in his voice.
Moneo allowed himself a faint shrug.
Abruptly, Leto’s voice filled the chamber with a rumbling baritone, an ancient voice, which spoke across the centuries: “You are servants unto God, not servants unto servants!”
Moneo wrung his hands and cried out: “I serve you, Lord!”
“Moneo, Moneo,” Leto said, his voice low and resonant, “a million wrongs cannot give rise to one right. The right is known because it endures.“