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Book Two: Muad‘dib
AFremenemergedfromthehiddenareaofthechamber,spoketoKynes:
“Liet,thefield-generatorequipmentisnotworking.Iamunabletomaskusfromproximitydetectors.”
“Canyourepairit?”Kynesasked.
“Notquickly.Theparts....”Themanshrugged.
“Yes,”Kynessaid.“Thenwe’lldowithoutmachinery.Getahandpumpforairouttothesurface.”
“Immediately.”Themanhurriedaway.
KynesturnedbacktoPaul.“Yougaveagoodanswer.”
Jessicamarkedtheeasyrumbleoftheman’svoice.Itwasaroyalvoice,accustomedtocommand.AndshehadnotmissedthereferencetohimasLiet.
LietwastheFremenalterego,theotherfaceofthetameplanetologist.
“We’remostgratefulforyourhelp,DoctorKynes,”shesaid.
“Mm-m-m,we’llsee,”Kynessaid.Henoddedtooneofhismen.“Spicecoffeeinmyquarters,Shamir.”
“Atonce,Liet,”themansaid.
Kynesindicatedanarchedopeninginthesidewallofthechamber.“Ifyouplease?”
Jessicaallowedherselfaregalnodbeforeaccepting.ShesawPaulgiveahandsignaltoIdaho,tellinghimtomountguardhere.
Thepassage,twopacesdeep,openedthroughaheavydoorintoasquareofficelightedbygoldenglowglobes.Jessicapassedherhandacrossthedoorassheentered,wasstartledtoidentifyplasteel.
Paulsteppedthreepacesintotheroom,droppedhispacktothefloor.Heheardthedoorclosebehindhim,studiedtheplace—abouteightmeterstoaside,wallsofnaturalrock,curry-colored,brokenbymetalfilingcabinetsontheirright.
