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Book Two: Muad‘dib
Hetellsusthatasingleobscuredecisionofprophecy,perhapsthechoiceofonewordoveranother,couldchangetheentireaspectofthefuture.Hetellsus
“Thevisionoftimeisbroad,butwhenyoupassthroughit,timebecomesanarrowdoor.”Andalways,hefoughtthetemptationtochooseaclear,safecourse,warning“Thatpathleadseverdownintostagnation.”
—from“ArrakisAwakening”bythePrincessIrulan
AsTHEornithoptersglidedoutofthenightabovethem,Paulgrabbedhismother’sarm,snapped:“Don’tmove!”
Thenhesawtheleadcraftinthemoonlight,thewayitswingscuppedtobrakeforlanding,therecklessdashofthehandsatthecontrols.
“It’sIdaho,”hebreathed.
Thecraftanditscompanionssettledintothebasinlikeacoveyofbirdscomingtonest.Idahowasoutofhis’thopterandrunningtowardthembeforethedustsettled.TwofiguresinFremenrobesfollowedhim.Paulrecognizedone:thetall,sandy-beardedKynes.
“Thisway!”Kynescalledandheveeredleft.
BehindKynes,otherFremenwerethrowingfabriccoversovertheirornithopters.Thecraftbecamearowofshallowdunes.
IdahoskiddedtoastopinfrontofPaul,saluted.“M’Lord,theFremenhaveatemporaryhidingplacenearbywherewe—”
“Whataboutthatbackthere?”
Paulpointedtotheviolenceabovethedistantcliff—thejetflares,thepurplebeamsoflasgunslacingthedesert.
AraresmiletouchedIdaho’sround,placidface.“M’Lord...
