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Book One: Dune
“Whatdiversiondoesm’Lordwish?”
“I’llbeinmysleepingchambers,”theBaronsaid.“BringmethatyoungfellowweboughtonGamont,theonewiththelovelyeyes.Drughimwell.Idon’tfeellikewrestling.”
“Yes,m’Lord.”
TheBaronturnedaway,beganmovingwithhisbouncing,suspensor-buoyedpacetowardhischambers.Yes,hethought.Theonewiththelovelyeyes,theonewholookssomuchliketheyoungPaulAtreides.
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OSeasofCaladan,
OpeopleofDukeLeto—
CitadelofLetofallen,
Fallenforever...
—from“SongsofMuad’Dib”bythePrincessIrulan
PAULFELTthatallhispast,everyexperiencebeforethisnight,hadbecomesandcurlinginanhourglass.Hesatnearhismotherhugginghiskneeswithinasmallfabricandplastichutment—aastilltent—thathadcome,liketheFremenclothingtheynowwore,fromthepackleftinthe’thopter.
TherewasnodoubtinPaul’smindwhohadputtheFremkitthere,whohaddirectedthecourseofthe’thoptercarryingthemcaptive.
Yueh.
ThetraitordoctorhadsentthemdirectlyintothehandsofDuncanIdaho.
PaulstaredoutthetransparentendofthestilltentatthemoonshadowedrocksthatringedthisplacewhereIdahohadhiddenthem.
HidinglikeachildwhenI’mnowtheDuke,Paulthought.Hefeltthethoughtgallhim,butcouldnotdenythewisdominwhattheydid.
Somethinghadhappenedtohisawarenessthisnight—hesawwithsharpenedclarityeverycircumstanceandoccurrencearoundhim.
