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Book One: Dune
butwhatelseisonetoexpectofbarbarianswhosedearestdreamistoliveoutsidetheorderedsecurityofthefaufreluches?”
TheDukefeltinthismomentthathisowndearestdreamwastoendallclassdistinctionsandneveragainthinkofdeadlyorder.Helookedupandoutofthedustattheunwinkingstars,thought:AroundoneofthoselittlelightscirclesCaladan...butI’llneveragainseemyhome.ThelongingforCaladanwasasuddenpaininhisbreast.Hefeltthatitdidnotcomefromwithinhimself,butthatitreachedouttohimfromCaladan.HecouldnotbringhimselftocallthisdrywastelandofArrakishishome,andhedoubtedheeverwould.
Imustmaskmyfeelings,hethought.Fortheboy’ssake.Ifeverhe’stohaveahome,thismustbeit.ImaythinkofArrakisasahellI’vereachedbeforedeath,buthemustfindherethatwhichwillinspirehim.Theremustbesomething.
Awaveofself-pity,immediatelydespisedandrejected,sweptthroughhim,andforsomereasonhefoundhimselfrecallingtwolinesfromapoemGurneyHalleckoftenrepeated—
“MylungstastetheairofTime
Blownpastfallingsands....”
Well,Gurneywouldfindplentyoffallingsandshere,theDukethought.Thecentralwastelandsbeyondthosemoon-frostedcliffsweredesert—barrenrock,dunes,andblowingdust,anuncharteddrywildernesswithhereandtherealongitsrimandperhapsscatteredthroughit,knotsofFremen.IfanythingcouldbuyafuturefortheAtreidesline,theFremenjustmightdoit.
ProvidedtheHarkonnenshadn’tmanagedtoinfecteventheFremenwiththeirpoisonousschemes.
