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Book One: Dune
Inthedesert,youmusttravelbynightandrestinshadethroughtheday.”
RememberedloreinsinuateditselfintoJessica’smind:Withoutastillsuit,a
mansittinginshadeonthedesertneedsfivelitersofwateradaytomaintainbodyweight.Shefelttheslick-softskinofthestillsuitagainstherbody,thinkinghowtheirlivesdependedonthesegarments.
“Ifweleavehere,Idahocan’tfindus,”shesaid.
“Therearewaystomakeanymantalk,”hesaid.“IfIdahohasn’treturnedbydawn,wemustconsiderthepossibilityhehasbeencaptured.Howlongdoyouthinkhecouldholdout?”
Thequestionrequirednoanswer,andshesatinsilence.
Paulliftedthesealonthepack,pulledoutatinymicromanualwithglowtabandmagnifier.Greenandorangelettersleapedupathimfromthepages:
“literjons,stilltent,energycaps,recaths,sandsnork,binoculars,stillsuitrepkit,baradyepistol,sinkchart,filt-plugs,paracompass,makerhooks,thumpers,Fremkit,firepillar....”
Somanythingsforsurvivalonthedesert.
Presently,heputthemanualasideonthetentfloor.
“Wherecanwepossiblygo?”Jessicaasked.
“Myfatherspokeofdesertpower,”Paulsaid.“TheHarkonnenscannotrulethisplanetwithoutit.They’veneverruledthisplanet,norshallthey.NotevenwithtenthousandlegionsofSardaukar.”
“Paul,youcan’tthinkthat—”
“We’vealltheevidenceinourhands,”hesaid.“Righthereinthistent—thetentitself,thispackanditscontents,thesestillsuits.WeknowtheGuildwantsaprohibitivepriceforweathersatellites.
