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Book Two: Muad‘dib
”Heshoulderedthepack,crossedtotheshallowlipofthebasin,climbedtoaledgethatlookeddownonopendesert.
Jessicafollowedautomatically,notinghowshenowlivedinherson’sorbit.
Fornowismygriefheavierthanthesandsoftheseas,shethought.Thisworldhasemptiedmeofallbuttheoldestpurpose:tomorrow’slife.IlivenowformyyoungDukeandthedaughteryettobe.
ShefeltthesanddragherfeetassheclimbedtoPaul’sside.
Helookednorthacrossalineofrocks,studyingadistantescarpment.
Thefarawayrockprofilewaslikeanancientbattleshipoftheseasoutlinedbystars.Thelongswishofitliftedonaninvisiblewavewithsyllablesofboomerangantennae,funnelsarcingback,api-shapedupthrustingatthestern.
Anorangeglareburstabovethesilhouetteandalineofbrilliantpurplecutdownwardtowardtheglare.
Anotherlineofpurple!
Andanotherupthrustingorangeglare!
Itwaslikeanancientnavalbattle,rememberedshellfire,andthesightheldthemstaring.
“Pillarsoffire,”Paulwhispered.
Aringofredeyesliftedoverthedistantrock.Linesofpurplelacedthesky.
“Jetflaresandlasguns,”Jessicasaid.
Thedust-reddenedfirstmoonofArrakisliftedabovethehorizontotheirleftandtheysawastormtrailthere—aribbonofmovementoverthedesert.
“ItmustbeHarkonnen’thoptershuntingus,”Paulsaid.“Thewaythey’recuttingupthedesert...it’sasthoughtheyweremakingcertaintheystampedoutwhatever’sthere...thewayyou’dstampoutanestofinsects.”
“OranestofAtreides,”Jessicasaid.
