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Book Two: Muad‘dib
“Wherewillwemeet,Kynes?”Paulasked.
“I’llsendFremensearchingforyou.Thestorm’spathisknown.Hurrynow,andtheGreatMothergiveyouspeedandluck.”
Theyheardhimgo,ascramblingintheblackness.
JessicafoundPaul’shand,pulledhimgently.“Wemustnotgetseparated,”shesaid.
“Yes.”
Hefollowedheracrossthefirstarrow,seeingitgoblackastheytouchedit.
Anotherarrowbeckonedahead.
Theycrossedit,sawitextinguishitself,sawanotherarrowahead.
Theywererunningnow.
Planswithinplanswithinplanswithinplans,Jessicathought.Havewebecomepartofsomeoneelse’splannow?
Thearrowsledthemaroundturnings,pastsideopeningsonlydimlysensedinthefaintluminescence.Theirwayslanteddownwardforatime,thenup,everup.Theycamefinallytosteps,roundedacornerandwerebroughtshortbyaglowingwallwithadarkhandlevisibleinitscenter.
Paulpressedthehandle.
Thewallswungawayfromthem.Lightflaredtorevealarock-hewncavernwithanornithoptersquattinginitscenter.Aflatgraywallwithadoorsignonitloomedbeyondtheaircraft.
“WheredidKynesgo?”Jessicaasked.
“Hedidwhatanygoodguerrillaleaderwould,”Paulsaid.“Heseparatedusintotwopartiesandarrangedthathecouldn’trevealwhereweareifhe’scaptured.Hewon’treallyknow.”
Pauldrewherintotheroom,notinghowtheirfeetkickedupdustonthefloor.
“Noone’sbeenhereforalongtime,”hesaid.
“HeseemedconfidenttheFremencouldfindus,”shesaid.
“Isharethatconfidence.
