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laxed and prepared for the following day。
Tomorrow； he would have nothing to do but observe and enjoy the event as young Leto Atreides found himself caught in more traps than he could begin to understand。
Soon there would be no more House Atreides at all。
What matters more； the form of justice or the actual oute？ No matter how a court may dissect the evidence； the foundation of genuine truth remains unblemished。 Unfortunately for many of the accused； such genuine truth is often known only to the victim and the perpetrator。 All others must make up their own minds。
…Landsraad Law； codicils and analyses
On the morning of the trial in Landsraad court； Leto Atreides chose his wardrobe carefully。 Others in the same situation might have worn their most expensive finery； the grandeur of merh…silk shirts； pendants and earrings； along with whale…fur…lined capes； and stylish caps adorned with feathers and baubles。
Instead； Leto dressed in plain dungarees and a blue…and…white…striped shirt with a navy blue fisherman's cap the simple garb he would have to wear if he could no longer be a Duke。 In a sash at his waist he carried a pouch of fishing lures and an empty sheath for a knife。 He wore no Atreides insignia and no ducal signet ring。 An ordinary moner which was all he would be if found guilty Leto showed the Landsraad by his humble demeanor that he would survive； somehow。 Even simple things would be enough for him。
Following his father's example； he had always tried to treat his loyal men well； to such an extreme that many of the servants and soldiers considered Leto one of their number； a rade…in…arms。 Now； as he groomed himself for trial； he began to think of himself as a plain man。。。and discovered that the feeling wasn't so bad。 It made him realize the tremendous burden of responsibility he had shouldered since the death of the Old Duke。
Being a poor fisherman might actually be a relief； in certain ways。 He wouldn't have to worry about plots； shifting alliances； and betrayals in the Imperium。 Unfortunately； though； Kailea would never want to be a fisherman's wife。
And I cannot let my people down。
In a curt letter from Caladan； his mother had expressed her plete disagreement with his demand for a Trial by Forfeiture。 To her； the loss of stature associated with the destruction of House Atreides would be a huge blow； even though she now （temporarily； in her mind） lived an austere life among the Sisters in Isolation。
With the decline of House Richese； Helena had married into House Atreides as a way to stabilize her family's waning fortunes； after Emperor Elrood had withdrawn their quasi…fief of Arrakis and turned it over to the Harkonnens。
As for Helena's dowry； House Atreides had received political power； a CHOAM directorship； Landsraad voting privileges。 But Duke Paulus had never brought his wife the fabulous riches she had wanted； and Leto knew she must harbor hopes of returning to the former glories of her family。 All of that would be forever impossible if he lost this gambit。
After receiving the early…morning summons； Leto met his legal team in the corridor outside his cell： two brilliant Elaccan lawyers； Clere Ruitt and Bruda Viol women renowned for their criminal…defense work。 They had been offered by the Ixian Ambassador…in…exile； Cammar Pilru； and thoroughly interviewed by Thufir Hawat。
The attorneys wore dark business suits and would follow the legal forms； though in this unusual trial Leto knew it would be primarily up to him and his own personality。 He certainly had no hard evidence in his favor。
Clere Ruitt handed him a thin sheet of ridulian crystal that contained a brief legal pronouncement。 〃I am sorry； Lord Leto。 This came to us only moments ago。〃
Already feeling dread； Leto scanned the words。 Beside him； Hawat's shoulders sagged； as if he had guessed the document's contents。 Rhombur pressed close； trying to read the etchings on the crystal。 〃What is it； Leto？ Let me see。〃
〃The tribunal of magistrates has ruled that no Bene Gesserit Truthsayers may speak on my behalf。 Such testimony will not even be introduced。〃
Rhombur sputtered in indignation。 〃Vermilion hells！ But everything is admissible in a Trial by Forfeiture！ They can't make such a ruling。〃
The other Elaccan attorney shook her head； and her expression remained bland。 〃They have taken the position that the weight of all other Imperial Law argues against it。 Numerous rules and statutes explicitly forbid Truthsayer testimony。 The requirements of evidence may be loosened in a forfeiture proceeding such as this； but the magistrates have determined that even loose rules must not go too far。〃
〃So。。。no Truthsayers。〃 Rhombur scowled； fully sullen now。 〃That was the best thing we had going for us。〃
Leto held his head high。 〃Then we'll just have to do this on our own。〃 He looked at his friend。 〃e now； I'm not usually the one to shore up your optimism。〃
〃On a brighter note；〃 Bruda Viol said； 〃the Tleilaxu have removed the pilot of their attacked frigate from the witness list。 They provided no explanation。〃
Leto heaved a long sigh of relief； but Hawat cautioned him； 〃We will still hear plenty of damning testimony； my Duke。〃
Silently； he acpanied his advisors into the crowded Landsraad courtroom。 At the head of a long aisle he took a seat between them at the defense table below a towering bench for the magistrates who would hear the case。 Ruitt whispered in his ear； but he didn't focus on her words。 Instead he closely studied the names of the assigned magistrates： seven Dukes； Barons； Earls； Counts； and Lords randomly chosen from among the Great and Minor Houses of the Landsraad。
These men would decide his fate。
Since the Tleilaxu belonged to no royal House and had been spurned for membership even after their takeover of Ix； they were not represented in the Landsraad。 In the days preceding the trial； outraged Bene Tleilax dignitaries had shouted in the Palace courtyards； demanding justice but after the Tleilaxu attempt on Leto's life； Sardaukar guards had kept them silent。
Now； with a rustle of robes and formal uniforms； the chosen magistrates filed solemnly into the courtroom。 They took seats at the curved stonewood bench that loomed over the defense table。 The colorful banners and crests of their Houses hung behind each chair。
Having been coached by his attorneys and Thufir Hawat； Leto recognized all of them。 Two of the magistrates； Baron Terkillian Sor of IV Anbus and Lord Bain O'Garee of Hagal； had been strong economic trading partners with House Atreides。 One； the black…haired Duke Prad Vidal of Ecaz； was an avowed enemy of the Old Duke； an ally of the Harkonnens。 Another； Count Anton Miche； was reputed to be susceptible to bribery； making him easily adaptable to the needs of the Harkonnens； since neither Rhombur nor the loyal Mentat had gotten to him first。
Two to two； he thought。 The other three magistrates could go either way。 But he detected the rank odor of betrayal in the air； he saw it in the cold expressions of the judging panel； the way they avoided making eye contact with him。 Have they already decided my guilt？
〃We have more bad news。。。Duke Leto。〃 Bruda Viol hesitated before using his former title。 Her face was squarish and stern； but oddly passionless； as if she'd seen so much injustice and manipulation that nothing bothered her anymore。 〃We've only just discovered that one of the three undecided magistrates； Rincon of House Fazeel； lost an immense fortune to Ix in a secret trade war。 It had to do with ring…asteroid mining in the Klytemn system。 Five years ago； Rincon's advisors barely kept him from declaring a blood feud against Dominic Vernius。〃
The other attorney nodded and lowered her voice。 〃We have heard a rumor； Monsieur Atreides； that Rincon sees your personal downfall as his only chance to get even with Ix； now that House Vernius has gone renegade。〃
Leto broke out in a cold sweat and made a disgusted sound。 〃Does any part of this trial concern what actually happened in the Heighliner？〃
Both Bruda Viol and Clere Ruitt looked at him as if he had uttered the most ridiculous ment imaginable。
〃Three to two； my Duke；〃 Hawat said。 〃We must therefore win over both of the undecided judges and lose none of the tentative support we've counted on。〃
〃It'll turn out all right；〃 Rhombur said。
The windowless； armored courtroom had once been a ducal chancery during the construction work on Kaitain。 Its vaulted Gothic ceiling was inset with military paintings and the designs and shields of the Great Houses。 Leto focused on the red hawk crest of the Atreides among the other shields and coats of arms。 Though he tried to remain stoic； a terrible feeling of loss swept over him； a longing for what might never be again。 In a short time he had brought down everything his father had left him； and House Atreides was crashing toward ruin。
When he felt tears welling in his eyes； he cursed himself for the momentary weakness。 All was not lost。 He could still win。 He would win！ Iciness infused him； and he stemmed the threatening flow of despair。 The Landsraad was watching； and he had to be strong enough to face whatever needed to be done here。 He could ill afford despair； or any o