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Book One: Dune
Intheirminds,theywerefightingoverher.
SheheldherfacehighintheinstrumentglowtobesureKinetwouldreadherlips,said:“Youmustn’tdisagree.”Theydrewfartherapart,glancedwarilyateachother.“Isanywomanworthfightingover?”sheasked.
Byutteringthewords,bybeingthere,shemadeherselfinfinitelyworththeirfighting.
Paulclampedhislipstightlyclosed,forcedhimselftobesilent.TherehadbeentheonechanceforhimtosucceedwiththeVoice.Now—everythingdependedonhismotherwhoseexperiencewentsofarbeyondhisown.
“Yeah,”Scarfacesaid.“Noneedtofightover....”
Hishandflashedtowardthepilot’sneck.TheblowwasmetbyasplashofmetalthatcaughtthearmandinthesamemotionslammedintoKinet’schest.
Scarfacegroaned,saggedbackwardagainsthisdoor.
“ThoughtIwassomedummydidn’tknowthattrick,”Czigosaid.Hebroughtbackhishand,revealingtheknife.Itglitteredinreflectedmoonlight.
“Nowforthecub,”hesaidandleanedtowardPaul.
“Noneedforthat,”Jessicamurmured.
Czigohesitated.
“Wouldn’tyouratherhavemecooperative?”Jessicaasked.“Givetheboyachance.”Herlipcurledinasneer.“Littleenoughchancehe’dhaveoutthereinthatsand.Givehimthatand....”Shesmiled.“Youcouldfindyourselfwellrewarded.”
Czigoglancedleft,right,returnedhisattentiontoJessica.“I’veheardmewhatcanhappentoamaninthisdesert,”hesaid.“Boymightfindtheknifeakindness.”
“IsitsomuchIask?”Jessicapleaded.
“You’retryingtotrickme,”Czigomuttered.
