Chapter 33 Chapter Thirty-Three

Today is Kwizaki Hadnaqi Day, the first holy day for the followers of Muad'di.The holy day affirms the identity of the deified Paul Atreides, the one who can be in many places at once, a male Bee Geist who merges the powers of male and female ancestors into an all-powerful superman.The devout call this day Ayir, meaning Day of Sacrifice, in honor of the death that enabled him to achieve "simultaneous existence in many places". The missionary chose to reappear in the square of the Alia Temple early this morning, openly provoking the warrant for his arrest.Almost everyone knew that Alia had given the order.A truce between Arya's church and the rebel tribes in the desert was successful, but the truce itself was unstable and unsettling to all Arakan.The presence of the missionaries did not dispel the mood.

Today is also the 28th day of official mourning for Muad'di's son and the sixth day of official mourning in the shrine, which was delayed by the presence of rebel tribes.However, even the war did not stop people from making pilgrimages.The missionary knew that the crowd in the square today must be packed with shoulders.Most pilgrims plan their schedule in Arrakis in advance to include the Day of Ayr - "to feel his presence on the day that belongs to Kwizaki Hadnaj". As the first rays of the sun rose at dawn, the missionaries came to the square and found that it was already crowded with pilgrims.He put a hand lightly on the young guide's shoulder, feeling the rebellious attitude in the young man's footsteps.As the missionary approached, people watched his every move carefully.The young guide was clearly delighted by this attention-grabbing position, but the missionary himself accepted the attention of the crowd in silence.

The missionary stood on the third step of the temple and waited for the crowd to quiet down.Silence spread like a wave through the crowd, and the footsteps of people hurrying to the lecture could be heard from the far end of the square.At this moment, he cleared his throat.The morning air was still crisp, and the sun had not yet penetrated the roofs of the buildings onto the square.When he opened his mouth to speak, he felt an oppressive silence in the huge square. "I have come to pay homage to Leto Atreides, and this sermon is in his memory," he said, in a voice reminiscent of a sandworm knight in the desert. "To those who grieve, I want to tell What you dead Leto learned, is that tomorrow hasn't come and probably never will. This is the only time and place we have in this universe of ours. I tell you, experience the now At this moment, understand what it has taught you. I will tell you that a government grows and dies in the growth and death of its citizens."

There was an uneasy hum in the square.Was he mocking the dead Leto II?One could not help feeling that at any moment the guards of the church might rush out and arrest the missionary. But Alia knew there would be no action to bother the missionary, it was her order to give him freedom of action today.She disguises herself in a fine still suit with a visor that covers her nose and mouth, and a common robe hood that covers her hair.She was standing in the second row of the crowd below the missionary, studying him carefully. Is it Paul?Time may have turned him into this.And he is so good at using the magic sound method, his voice alone is enough to attract the attention of the crowd, even Paul can't do better than him.She felt that it was imperative to find out who he was before doing anything about him.His voice really has a powerful inciting and bewitching power, even she has been affected!

She felt that there was no irony in the preacher's words.His voice is full of sincerity, and he gradually attracts people around him with unquestionable sentences.Sometimes people may not be able to understand the deep meaning of his words at once, but as the listening continues, they become enlightened again.It seems he did it on purpose, the way he taught it. Sensing the crowd's reaction clearly, the missionary said: "Sarcasm usually means that a person cannot expand his mind beyond his horizon. I don't sarcasm people. Ganima told you that her brother's blood could never Scrubbed clean, I agree with her.

"Some say Leto went where his father went and did what his father did. Muad'di's church says he chose his own path, that his actions were a little ludicrous and reckless, but history will judge. From this moment on, history has begun to be rewritten. "I want to tell you that there is another lesson we can learn from these lives and endings." Alia, not letting go of any clues, couldn't help asking herself why the missionaries used "end" instead of "death".Did he mean that Paul and Leto didn't really die?how is this possible?Truthsayers have confirmed Ghanima's story.What did the missionary mean by that?Is he speaking fact or legend?

"Please remember this lesson!" The missionary raised his hands and shouted loudly, "If you want to keep your humanity, you must give up this universe!" He lowered his arms and turned his empty eye sockets directly to Alia, as if to say something to her alone.His movements were so obvious that those around Alia turned to look at her suspiciously. Alia trembled under his strength.He could be Paul.possible! "But I realize that humans can't take much of reality," he said. "Most life is a voyage away from the self. Most people prefer life in captivity. You put your head in the trough and chew contentedly until you die You never left the barn, raised your head, and became yourself. Muad'di came and told you these facts. If you cannot understand his voice, you are not worthy to worship him."

Someone in the crowd, probably a priest masquerading as a crowd, couldn't listen anymore.He screamed harshly: "You are not Muad'di himself! How dare you tell others how to worship him!" "Because he's dead!" shouted the missionary angrily. Alia turned to see who had challenged the missionary.He hid in the crowd and couldn't tell which one it was, but his cry sounded again. "If you believe that he is really dead, then from this moment on, you should stop speaking in his name." It must be a priest, Alia thought, but she couldn't tell who it was.

"I came here to ask a simple question," said the missionary, "does everyone's morality commit suicide along with Muad'di? Is this the inevitable end after the death of the Prophet-Messiah?" "Then you admit that he is—the Messiah?" cried a voice from the crowd. "Why not? I know all this because I was a prophet in his time," said the missionary. His tone and demeanor were so confident and peaceful that even his challenger fell silent.There was an uneasy humming from the crowd, like the growl of an animal. "Yes," repeated the missionary, "I am a prophet of these times."

Alia, who was engrossed, noticed signs that he was using the magic sound method.Clearly he was controlling the crowd.Did he have Bee Geist training?Is this another strategy by the nurses?Could he not be Paul at all, but just another pawn in the endless game of thrones? "I created myths and dreams!" cried the missionary. "I was the doctor who delivered the child and announced his birth. But I came to you on the day of death. Why don't you feel disturbed? It should have Shock your soul." His words made her feel angry, but even so, Alia understood the meaning of his words.She found herself, like everyone else, unconsciously moving closer to the steps, towards the tall man in desert attire.His young guide caught her eye: what bright eyes this lad has!Would Muad'di hire such a rebellious young man?

"It's my purpose to upset you!" roared the missionary. "That's my purpose! I'm here to combat the flaws and illusions of your conservative, bureaucratic religious system. Like any other religion , your religion is becoming cowardly, becoming mediocre, dull and complacent." An angry buzz erupted from the crowd. Alia sensed the atmosphere and secretly hoped for a riot.Can Preacher handle the tension here?If not, he might just die here. "The priest who challenged me!" the missionary shouted, pointing at the crowd. he knows!Alia thought.A chill ran through her. The missionary was playing a game of risk, but he was playing it brilliantly. "You, priest in civilian clothes," cried the preacher, "you are a priest of complacency. I have not come to challenge Muad'di, but to challenge you! When you have nothing to give, nothing to take, your religion Is it still true? Is your religion true when you get rich on it? Is your religion true when you commit crimes in its name? Fallen from the original revelation to what it is now, the root What is it? Answer me, Priest!" But the challenged remained silent.Alia found the crowd once again in a state of eagerness to hear every word of the missionary.By attacking the priest, he gained their sympathy!And, if her spy was to be believed, most of the pilgrims and Fremen in Arrakis believed he was Muad'di. "Muad'di's son took the risk!" cried the missionary, and Alia could hear tears in his voice, "Muad'd'i took the risk too! They paid the price! And what did Muad'd-Dib make ? A religion that has left him!" How would these words have been different had they come out of Paul's mouth?Alia asked herself, I must investigate!She approached the steps, and the others moved with her.She made her way through the crowd to a place within reach of the mysterious prophet.She smelled the desert on him, a mixture of spice and flint.The missionaries and young guides were covered with dust, as if they had just come from the depths of the desert.She could see the blue veins on the missionary's exposed hands, and she could also see the traces of a ring on one finger of his left hand.Paul wears a ring on that finger: the Eagle of Atreides, now preserved in the Cave of Teb.If Leto lived, he would wear the ring one day...if she would allow him to sit on the throne. The missionary turned his empty eye sockets on Alia again, and whispered, but his voice still carried through the crowd. "Muad'di gave you two things: a certain future and an uncertain future. He fought against the uncertainty of the macrocosm with his will, but he walked away blind from his place in this world. He showed us that man must always choose uncertainty over certainty." Alia found that the tone of the final statement became like a prayer to everyone. Alia looked around and secretly put her hand on the handle of the Screaming Blade.What will happen to them if I kill him now?She felt a chill run through her body again.What if I killed him, then revealed myself, and declared the preacher an imposter heretic? But what if they could prove he was Paul? Someone pushed Alia, and she got closer to the missionary.Despite her overwhelming rage, Alia found herself simultaneously captivated by his presence.is he paulWhat should she do? "Why did another Leto leave us?" asked the missionary, with real pain in his voice, "Answer me if you have the answer! Ha, their message is clear: Throw away certainty! This is life The deepest cry. This is the meaning of life. We ourselves are the probes sent to the unknown world, to the uncertain world. Why can't you hear Muad'di? If everything in the future becomes certain, then this world is Death in disguise! Such a future begins now, and it will come! He showed you!" With a terrible sense of direction, the missionary reached out and grabbed Alia by the arm.He acted without fumbling or hesitating.She wanted to struggle away, but he grabbed her painfully, and said to her face and the puzzled faces behind her: "What did Paul Atreides tell you, woman?" he asked. How did he know I was a woman?she asked herself.She wanted to retreat into her inner life and seek their protection, but her inner world was eerily silent, as if hypnotized by this image from the past. "He tells you: perfection equals death!" cried the missionary. "Absolute precognitive visions are perfection . . . and death!" She wanted to break his fingers.She wanted to draw the knife and cut him down before her eyes.But she dared not.She had never felt so depressed in her life. The preacher looked up and shouted to the crowd behind her: "I give you the words of Muad'di! He said: 'I will slap you with what you want to escape. You only want to believe that I am not surprised by your ease. Otherwise, how else can humans invent the trap of mediocrity? Otherwise, how can we define cowardice?' This is what Muad'di said to you!" He lets go of Alia suddenly and pushes her into the crowd.She almost fell to the ground, but the people behind her blocked her. "To survive is to stand out from the crowd, to stand out," said the missionary. "You cannot be considered alive unless you are willing to risk your own existence to test your sanity." The missionary took a step down and grabbed Alia's arm again—without fumbling, without hesitation.This time, he was a little gentler.He leaned forward and said in a voice only she could hear, "Don't drag me into the crowd again, sister." Then he put his hand on the young guide's shoulder and stepped into the crowd.People cleared a passage for the weird couple, and reached out to touch the missionary, very softly, as if afraid of touching something under the dusty Freeman robe. Alia stood there alone, in shock.The crowd followed the missionary away. She was very sure.He is Paul.no doubt.He is her brother.She felt like everyone else: she had just stood before God.Now, her world is in chaos.She wanted to follow him, begging him to take her out of her mind, but she couldn't move. When the others followed the missionary and his guide away, she could only stand here as if drunk, full of despair.The deep despair made her tremble all over, unable to control her muscles. what should I do?what should I do?she asked herself. She couldn't rely on her mother now that even Duncan wasn't with her.The life inside remains silent.And Ghanima, imprisoned in the heavily guarded castle, but Alia didn't have the courage to confess her pain to the surviving twin. Everyone left me.what should I do?