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Book One: Dune
“TheHarkonnens!”hesneered.“Putthosetwistedhumansoutofyourmind.”Hestaredathismother,studyingthelinesofherfaceinthelightoftheglowtab.Thelinesbetrayedher.
Shesaid:“Youshouldn’trefertopeopleashumanswithout—”
“Don’tbesosureyouknowwheretodrawtheline,”hesaid.“Wecarryourpastwithus.And,mothermine,there’sathingyoudon’tknowandshould—weareHarkonnens.”
Herminddidaterrifyingthing:itblankedoutasthoughitneededtoshutoffallsensation.ButPaul’svoicewentonatthatimplacablepace,draggingherwithit.
“Whennextyoufindamirror,studyyourface—studyminenow.Thetracesarethereifyoudon’tblindyourself.Lookatmyhands,thesetofmybones.Andifnoneofthisconvincesyou,thentakemywordforit.I’vewalkedthefuture,
I’velookedatarecord,I’veseenaplace,Ihaveallthedata.We’reHarkonnens.”
“A...renegadebranchofthefamily,”shesaid.“That’sit,isn’tit?SomeHarkonnencousinwho—”
“You’retheBaron’sowndaughter,”hesaid,andwatchedthewayshepressedherhandstohermouth.“TheBaronsampledmanypleasuresinhisyouth,andoncepermittedhimselftobeseduced.ButitwasforthegeneticpurposesoftheBeneGesserit,byoneofyou.”
Thewayhesaidyoustruckherlikeaslap.Butitsethermindtoworkingandshecouldnotdenyhiswords.Somanyblankendsofmeaninginherpastreachedoutnowandlinked.
