he thought the room rejected him , each thing-the soft cushions : big bulbous things in gold , green and a red that was almost purple ; the fremen rugs , each a museum piece , lapping over each other in thick piles around leto 's pit ; the false sunlight of ixian glowglobes , light which enveloped the emperor 's face in dry warmth , making the shadows around it deeper and more mysterious ; the smell of spice-tea somewhere nearby ; and that rich melange odor which radiated from the worm-body .