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Book One: Dune
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ItreadsliketheAzharBook,shethought,recallingherstudiesoftheGreatSecrets.HasaManipulatorofReligionsbeenonArrakis?
Paulliftedtheparacompassfromthepack,returnedit,said:“Thinkofallthesespecial-applicationFremenmachines.Theyshowunrivaledsophistication.
Admitit.Theculturethatmadethesethingsbetraysdepthsnoonesuspected.”
Hesitating,stillworriedbytheharshnessinhisvoice,Jessicareturnedtothebook,studiedanillustratedconstellationfromtheArrakeensky:“Muad’Dib:TheMouse,”andnotedthatthetailpointednorth.
Paulstaredintothetent’sdarknessatthedimlydiscernedmovementsofhismotherrevealedbythemanual’sglowtab.Nowisthetimetocarryoutmyfather’swish,hethought.Imustgiveherhismessagenowwhileshehastimeforgrief.Griefwouldinconvenienceuslater.Andhefoundhimselfshockedbypreciselogic.
“Mother,”hesaid.
“Yes?”
Sheheardthechangeinhisvoice,feltcoldnessinherentrailsatthesound.
Neverhadsheheardsuchharshcontrol.
“Myfatherisdead,”hesaid.
Shesearchedwithinherselfforthecouplingoffactandfactandfact—theBeneGesseritwayofassessingdata—anditcametoher:thesensationofterrifyingloss.
Jessicanodded,unabletospeak.
“Myfatherchargedmeonce,”Paulsaid,“togiveyouamessageifanythinghappenedtohim.Hefearedyoumightbelievehedistrustedyou.”
Thatuselesssuspicion,shethought.
