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Book One: Dune
Weknowthat—”
“What’veweathersatellitestodowithit?”sheasked.“Theycouldn’tpossibly....”Shebrokeoff.
Paulsensedthehyperalertnessofhismindreadingherreactions,computingonminutiae.“Youseeitnow,”hesaid.“Satelliteswatchtheterrainbelow.
Therearethingsinthedeepdesertthatwillnotbearfrequentinspection.”
“You’resuggestingtheGuilditselfcontrolsthisplanet?”
Shewassoslow.
“No!”hesaid.“TheFremen!They’repayingtheGuildforprivacy,payinginacointhat’sfreelyavailabletoanyonewithdesertpower-spice.Thisismorethanasecond-approximationanswer;it’sthestraight-linecomputation.Dependonit.”
“Paul,”Jessicasaid,“you’renotaMentatyet;youcan’tknowforsurehow
—”
“I’llneverbeaMentat,”hesaid.“I’msomethingelse...afreak.”
“Paul!Howcanyousaysuch—”
“Leavemealone!”
Heturnedawayfromher,lookingoutintothenight.Whycan’tImourn?hewondered.Hefeltthateveryfiberofhisbeingcravedthisrelease,butitwouldbedeniedhimforever.
Jessicahadneverheardsuchdistressinherson’svoice.Shewantedtoreachouttohim,holdhim,comforthim,helphim—butshesensedtherewasnothingshecoulddo.Hehadtosolvethisproblembyhimself.
TheglowingtaboftheFremkitmanualbetweenthemonthetentfloorcaughthereye.Sheliftedit,glancedattheflyleaf,reading:“Manualof‘TheFriendlyDesert,’theplacefulloflife.HerearetheayatandburhanofLife.
Believe,andal-Latshallneverburnyou.
