Leto had not been looking forward to the meeting today, but he was not going to let that interfere with actually showing up.

The usual crowd wasn't there, unless they had turned into tiny musicians. Not putting this beyond the power of this island, he stopped, frowning.

The tiny musicians played on, cheerfully. Leto's frown deepened. Whoever they were, he was not going to discuss military strategy with them. Was this how a Maker felt when a tribe of Fremen approached?