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Book One: Dune
“Powerandfear,”hesaid.“Thetoolsofstatecraft.Imustordernewemphasisonguerrillatrainingforyou.Thatfilmclipthere—theycallyou‘Mahdi’—‘Lisanal-Gaib’—
asalastresort,youmightcapitalizeonthat.”
Paulstaredathisfather,watchingtheshouldersstraightenasthetabletdiditswork,butrememberingthewordsoffearanddoubt.
“What’skeepingthatecologist?”theDukemuttered.“ItoldThufirtohavehimhereearly.”
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Myfather,thePadishahEmperor,tookmebythehandonedayandIsensedinthewaysmymotherhadtaughtmethathewasdisturbed.HeledmedowntheHallofPortraitstotheego-likenessoftheDukeLetoAtreides.Imarkedthestrongresemblancebetweenthem—myfatherandthismanintheportrait—bothwiththin,elegantfacesandsharpfeaturesdominatedbycoldeyes.“Princessdaughter,”myfathersaid,“Iwouldthatyou’dbeenolderwhenitcametimeforthismantochooseawoman.”Myfatherwas71atthetimeandlookingnoolderthanthemanintheportrait,andIwasbut14,yetIrememberdeducinginthatinstantthatmyfathersecretlywishedtheDukehadbeenhisson,anddislikedthepoliticalnecessitiesthatmadethemenemies.
—“InmyFather’sHouse”byPrincessIrulan
HISFIRSTencounterwiththepeoplehehadbeenorderedtobetrayleftDr.
Kynesshaken.Hepridedhimselfonbeingascientisttowhomlegendsweremerelyinterestingclues,pointingtowardculturalroots.Yettheboyfittedtheancientprophecysoprecisely.Hehad“thequestingeyes,”andtheairof“reservedcandor.
