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Book One: Dune
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“Didyoueverconsultmyfatherinthis?”
Shespokegentlyoutofthefreshnessofhergrief:“Whateveryouare,Paul,theheredityisasmuchyourfatherasme.”
“Butnotthetraining,”hesaid.“Notthethingsthat...awakened...thesleeper.”
“Sleeper?”
“It’shere.”Heputahandtohisheadandthentohisbreast.“Inme.Itgoesonandonandonandor.and—”
“Paul!”
Shehadheardthehysteriaedginghisvoice.
“Listentome,”hesaid.“YouwantedtheReverendMothertohearaboutmydreams:Youlisteninherplacenow.I’vejusthadawakingdream.Doyouknowwhy?”
“Youmustcalmyourself,”shesaid.“Ifthere’s—”
“Thespice,”hesaid.“It’sineverythinghere—theair,thesoil,thefood,thegeriatricspice.It’sliketheTruthsayerdrug.It’sapoison!”
Shestiffened.
Hisvoiceloweredandherepeated:“Apoison—sosubtle,soinsidious...soirreversible.Itwon’tevenkillyouunlessyoustoptakingit.Wecan’tleaveArrakisunlesswetakepartofArrakiswithus.”
Theterrifyingpresenceofhisvoicebrookednodispute.
“Youandthespice,”Paulsaid.“Thespicechangesanyonewhogetsthismuchofit,butthankstoyou,Icouldbringthechangetoconsciousness.Idon’tgettoleaveitintheunconsciouswhereitsdisturbancecanbeblankedout.Icanseeit.”
“Paul,you—”
“Iseeit!”herepeated.
Sheheardmadnessinhisvoice,didn’tknowwhattodo.
Buthespokeagain,andsheheardtheironcontrolreturntohim:“We’retrappedhere.”
We’retrappedhere,sheagreed.
