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Book Two: Muad‘dib
“Wemustseekcover,”Paulsaid.“We’llheadsouthandkeeptotherocks.Iftheycaughtusintheopen....”Heturned,adjustingthepacktohisshoulders.
“They’rekillinganythingthatmoves.”
Hetookonestepalongtheledgeand,inthatinstant,heardthelowhissofglidingaircraft,sawthedarkshapesofornithoptersabovethem.
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Myfatheroncetoldmethatrespectforthetruthcomesclosetobeingthebasisforallmorality.
“Somethingcannotemergefromnothing,”hesaid.
Thisisprofoundthinkingifyouunderstandhowunstable“thetruth”canbe.
—fromConversationswithMuad’Dib“bythePrincessIrulan
“I’VEALWAYSpridedmyselfonseeingthingsthewaytheytrulyare,”
ThufirHawatsaid.“That’sthecurseofbeingaMentat.Youcan’tstopanalyzingyourdata.”
Theleatheredoldfaceappearedcomposedinthepredawndimnessashespoke.Hissapho-stainedlipsweredrawnintoastraightlinewithradialcreasesspreadingupward.
ArobedmansquattedsilentlyonsandacrossfromHawat,apparentlyunmovedbythewords.
Thetwocrouchedbeneatharockoverhangthatlookeddownonawide,shallowsink.Dawnwasspreadingovertheshatteredoutlineofcliffsacrossthebasin,touchingeverythingwithpink.Itwascoldundertheoverhang,adryandpenetratingchillleftoverfromthenight.Therehadbeenawarmwindjustbeforedawn,butnowitwascold.Hawatcouldhearteethchatteringbehindhimamongthefewtroopersremaininginhisforce.
