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Book One: Dune
“Hewantedyoutoknowheneversuspectedyou,”Paulsaid,andexplainedthedeception,adding:“Hewantedyoutoknowhealwaystrustedyoucompletely,alwayslovedyouandcherishedyou.Hesaidhewouldsoonerhavemistrustedhimselfandhehadbutoneregret—thathenevermadeyouhisDuchess.”
Shebrushedthetearscoursingdownhercheeks,thought:Whatastupidwasteofthebody’swater!Butsheknewthisthoughtforwhatitwas—theattempttoretreatfromgriefintoanger.Leto,myLeto,shethought.Whatterriblethingswedotothosewelove!Withaviolentmotion,sheextinguishedthelittlemanual’sglowtab.
Sobsshookher.
Paulheardhismother’sgriefandfelttheemptinesswithinhimself.Ihavenogrief,hethought.Why?Why?Hefelttheinabilitytogrieveasaterribleflaw.
“Atimetogetandtimetolose,”Jessicathought,quotingtoherselffromtheO.C.Bible.“Atimetokeepandatimetocastaway;atimeforloveandatimetohate;atimeofwarandatimeofpeace.”
Paul’smindhadgoneoninitschillingprecision.Hesawtheavenuesaheadofthemonthishostileplanet.Withouteventhesafetyvalveofdreaming,hefocusedhisprescientawareness,seeingitasacomputationofmostprobablefutures,butwithsomethingmore,anedgeofmystery—asthoughhisminddippedintosometimelessstratumandsampledthewindsofthefuture.
Abruptly,asthoughhehadfoundanecessarykey,Paul’smindclimbedanothernotchinawareness.Hefelthimselfclingingtothisnewlevel,clutchingataprecariousholdandpeeringabout.
