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Book Two: Muad‘dib
Sire,I’veleftthemalittlesur—”
Glaringwhitelightfilledthedesert—brightasasun,etchingtheirshadowsontotherockflooroftheledge.Inonesweepingmotion,IdahohadPaul’sarminonehand,Jessica’sshoulderintheother,hurlingthemdownofftheledgeintothebasin.Theysprawledtogetherinthesandastheroarofanexplosionthunderedoverthem.Itsshockwavetumbledchipsofftherockledgetheyhadvacated.
Idahosatup,brushedsandfromhimself.
“Notthefamilyatomics!”Jessicasaid.“Ithought—”
“Youplantedashieldbackthere,”Paulsaid.
“Abigoneturnedtofullforce,”Idahosaid.“Alasgunbeamtoucheditand....”Heshrugged.
“Subatomicfusion,”Jessicasaid.“That’sadangerousweapon.”
“Notweapon,m’Lady,defense.Thatscumwillthinktwicebeforeusinglasgunsanothertime.”
TheFremenfromtheornithoptersstoppedabovethem.Onecalledinalowvoice:“Weshouldgetundercover,friends.”
PaulgottohisfeetasIdahohelpedJessicaup.
“Thatblastwillattractconsiderableattention,Sire,”Idahosaid.
Sire,Paulthought.
Thewordhadsuchastrangesoundwhendirectedathim.Sirehadalwaysbeenhisfather.
Hefelthimselftouchedbrieflybyhispowersofprescience,seeinghimselfinfectedbythewildraceconsciousnessthatwasmovingthehumanuniversetowardchaos.Thevisionlefthimshaken,andheallowedIdahotoguidehimalongtheedgeofthebasintoarockprojection.Frementherewereopeningawaydownintothesandwiththeircompactiontools.
“MayItakeyourpack,Sire?”Idahoasked.
