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Book One: Dune
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Therewerenoscreensyettothefrontofthehouse.
Jessicastoodinthemiddleofherroom,listening.
Therewasoneshouting,incoherentvoice.SheheardsomeonecallforDr.
Yueh.Jessicafoundarobe,pulleditoverhershoulders,pushedherfeetintoslippers,strappedthecrysknifetoherleg.
Again,avoicecalledoutforYueh.
Jessicabeltedtherobearoundher,steppedintothehallway.Thenthethoughtstruckher:WhatifLeto’shurt?
Thehallseemedtostretchoutforeverunderherrunningfeet.Sheturnedthroughthearchattheend,dashedpastthedininghallanddownthepassagetotheGreatHall,findingtheplacebrightlylighted,allthewallsuspensorsglowingatmaximum.
Toherrightnearthefrontentry,shesawtwohouseguardsholdingDuncanIdahobetweenthem.Hisheadlolledforward,andtherewasanabrupt,pantingsilencetothescene.
OneofthehouseguardsspokeaccusinglytoIdaho:“Youseewhatyoudid?
YouwoketheLadyJessica.”
Thegreatdraperiesbillowedbehindthemen,showingthatthefrontdoorremainedopen.TherewasnosignoftheDukeorYueh.Mapesstoodtooneside
staringcoldlyatIdaho.Sheworealongbrownrobewithserpentinedesignatthehem.Herfeetwerepushedintounlaceddesertboots.
“SoIwoketheLadyJessica,”Idahomuttered.Heliftedhisfacetowardtheceiling,bellowed:“Myswordwasfirs’bloodedonGrumman!”
GreatMother!He’sdrunk!Jessicathought.
Idaho’sdark,roundfacewasdrawnintoafrown.Hishair,curlinglikethefurofablackgoat,wasplasteredwithdirt.
