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Book One: Dune
“Waterovershadowstheotherproblems,”Kynessaid.“Thisplanethasmuchoxygenwithoutitsusualconcomitants—widespreadplantlifeandlargesourcesoffreecarbondioxidefromsuchphenomenaasvolcanoes.Thereareunusualchemicalinterchangesoverlargesurfaceareashere.”
“Doyouhavepilotprojects?”theDukeasked.
“We’vehadalongtimeinwhichtobuilduptheTansleyEffect—small-unitexperimentsonanamateurbasisfromwhichmysciencemaynowdrawitsworkingfacts,”Kynessaid.
“Thereisn’tenoughwater,”Bewtsaid.“Therejustisn’tenoughwater.”
“MasterBewtisanexpertonwater,”Kynessaid.Hesmiled,turnedbacktohisdinner.
TheDukegesturedsharplydownwithhisrighthand,barked:“No!Iwantananswer!Isthereenoughwater,DoctorKynes?”
Kynesstaredathisplate.
Jessicawatchedtheplayofemotiononhisface.Hemaskshimselfwell,shethought,butshehadhimregisterednowandreadthatheregrettedhiswords.
“Isthereenoughwater!”theDukedemanded.
“There...maybe,”Kynessaid.
He’sfakinguncertainty!Jessicathought.
Withhisdeepertruthsense,Paulcaughttheunderlyingmotive,hadtouseeveryounceofhistrainingtomaskhisexcitement.Thereisenoughwater!ButKynesdoesn’twishittobeknown.
“Ourplanetologisthasmanyinterestingdreams,”Bewtsaid.“HedreamswiththeFremen—ofpropheciesandmessiahs.”
Chucklessoundedatoddplacesaroundthetable.Jessicamarkedthem—thesmuggler,thestillsuitmanufacturer’sdaughter,DuncanIdaho,thewomanwiththemysteriousescortservice.
