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Book One: Dune
Youbreatheitandeatitinalmosteverything.AndIfindthatthisimpartsacertainnaturalimmunitytosomeofthemostcommonpoisonsoftheAssassins’Handbook.Andtheneedtowatcheverydropofwaterputsallfoodproduction—yeastculture,hydroponics,chemavit,everything—underthestrictestsurveillance.Wecannotkillofflargesegmentsofourpopulationwithpoison—andwecannotbeattackedthisway,either.
Arrakismakesusmoralandethical.”
Paulstartedtospeak,buttheDukecuthimoff,saying:“IhavetohavesomeoneIcansaythesethingsto,Son.”Hesighed,glancedbackatthedrylandscapewhereeventheflowersweregonenow—trampledbythedewgatherers,wiltedundertheearlysun.
“OnCaladan,weruledwithseaandairpower,”theDukesaid.“Here,wemustscrabblefordesertpower.Thisisyourinheritance,Paul.Whatistobecomeofyouifanythinghappenstome?You’llnotbearenegadeHouse,butaguerrillaHouse—running,hunted.”
Paulgropedforwords,couldfindnothingtosay.Hehadneverseenhisfatherthisdespondent.
“ToholdArrakis,”theDukesaid,“oneisfacedwithdecisionsthatmaycostonehisself-respect.”HepointedoutthewindowtotheAtreidesgreenandblackbannerhanginglimplyfromastaffattheedgeofthelandingfield.“Thathonorablebannercouldcometomeanmanyevilthings.”
Paulswallowedinadrythroat.Hisfather’swordscarriedfutility,asenseoffatalismthatlefttheboywithanemptyfeelinginhischest.
TheDuketookanantifatiguetabletfromapocket,gulpeditdry.
