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Book One: Dune
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Ashehadapproachedthesolitaryfigurestandingneartheornithopter,Letohadstudiedhim:tall,thin,dressedforthedesertinlooserobe,stillsuit,andlowboots.Theman’shoodwasthrownback,itsveilhangingtooneside,revealinglongsandyhair,asparsebeard.Theeyeswerethatfathomlessblue-within-blueunderthickbrows.Remainsofdarkstainssmudgedhiseyesockets.
“You’retheecologist,”theDukesaid.
“Weprefertheoldtitlehere,myLord,”Kynessaid.“Planetologist.”
“Asyouwish,”theDukesaid.HeglanceddownatPaul.“Son,thisistheJudgeoftheChange,thearbiterofdispute,themansetheretoseethattheformsareobeyedinourassumptionofpoweroverthisfief.”HeglancedatKynes.
“Andthisismyson.”
“MyLord,”Kynessaid.
“AreyouaFremen?”Paulasked.
Kynessmiled.“Iamacceptedinbothsietchandvillage,youngMaster.ButIaminHisMajesty’sservice,theImperialPlanetologist.”
Paulnodded,impressedbytheman’sairofstrength.HalleckhadpointedKynesouttoPaulfromanupperwindowoftheadministrationbuilding:“ThemanstandingtherewiththeFremenescort—theonemovingnowtowardtheornithopter.”
PaulhadinspectedKynesbrieflywithbinoculars,notingtheprim,straightmouth,thehighforehead.HalleckhadspokeninPaul’sear:“Oddsortoffellow.
Hasaprecisewayofspeaking—clippedoff,nofuzzyedges—razor-apt.”
AndtheDuke,behindthem,hadsaid:“Scientisttype.
