Moneo had made no move to affect the satellites' operations, and Leto could find no future amid his prescient vision which indicated that Moneo would ever be capable of doing so. Ever mindful, however, of the lesson taught the Bene Gesserit by,his father-that it was entirely possible for the breeding program's end result to materialize unexpectedly early-Leto thought it best not to chance Moneo's being outside the scope of prescience. Lichna had long cautioned her wayward son about the futility of attempting to escape his destiny as an Atreides; Moneo had chosen to disregard her words, counting them as the mouthings of a co-opted toady in the Imperial Service, Despite his scorn, Moneo had retained enough of her information to be certain of what awaited him when Leto summoned him to his Citadel after a roundup of the compromised Guild technicians. He was to be tested, to be sensitized to the God Emperor's Golden Path, or be left to die if found wanting. And the test, which Lichna had warned of repeatedly, would be one exquisitely tailored to the individual' No amount of preparation could help him escape judgment. Frightened, but still his usual brash self, Moneo was ushered into the God Emperor's presence by a trio of hushed and terribly impressed young Fish Speakers. Leto dismissed the attendants and addressed himself to Moneo: he knew, Leto said, of every action Moneo's rebellion had made; he had watched Moneo waste eight years in absolutely meaningless activity; and now the charade was no longer entertaining. The God Emperor's remarks had precisely the effect he desired. Moneo responded with a tirade of has own, damning Leto for having twisted the lives and minds of generation after generation of humans without partaking in any way of their humanity. Leto allowed | him to rant himself nearly to exhaustion, then countered with a single furious question. "How"dare you be offended by me?" he demanded, peering out at Moneo from the depths of his cowl. Before the young man could protest, Leto slid from the Royal Cart and herded him down into a cavern maze concealed beneath the Citadel and abandoned him in its center with a bag of food and a vial of spice-essence. For more than a day, Moneo wandered though the twisting maze, eating sparingly from his meager store and becoming more thoroughly lost with each passing hour. The multiple ironies surrounding the spice-essence vial tormented him, monopolizing his otherwise unengaged thoughts.