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Book One: Dune
Theoldwoman’swordsabruptlylosttheirspecialsharpnessforPaul.Hefeltanoffenseagainstwhathismothercalledhisinstinctforrightness. Itwasn’tthatReverendMotherliedtohim.Sheobviouslybelievedwhatshesaid. Itwassomethingdeeper,somethingtiedtohisterriblepurpose.
Hesaid: “ButmymothertellsmemanyBeneGesseritoftheschoolsdon’tknowtheirancestry.”
“Thegeneticlinesarealwaysinourrecords,”shesaid.“Yourmotherknowsthateithershe’sofBeneGesseritdescentorherstockwasacceptableinitself.”
“Thenwhycouldn’tsheknowwhoherparentsare?”
“Somedo....Manydon’t.Wemight,forexample,havewantedtobreedhertoacloserelativetosetupadominantinsomegenetictrait.Wehavemanyreasons.”
Again,Paulfelttheoffenseagainstrightness.Hesaid:“Youtakealotonyourselves.”
TheReverendMotherstaredathim,wondering: DidIhearcriticisminhisvoice? “Wecarryaheavyburden,”shesaid.
Paulfelthimselfcomingmoreandmoreoutoftheshockofthetest.Heleveledameasuringstareather,said: “YousaymaybeI’mthe...KwisatzHaderach.What’sthat,ahumangomjabbar?”
“Paul,”Jessicasaid.“Youmustn’ttakethattonewith—”
“I’llhandlethis,Jessica,”theoldwomansaid.“Now,lad,doyouknowabouttheTruthsayerdrug?”
“Youtakeittoimproveyourabilitytodetectfalsehood,”hesaid.“Mymother’stoldme.”
“Haveyoueverseentruthtrance?”
Heshookhishead. “No.”
