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Book Two: Muad‘dib
“We’vegiventhemtheslip,”hesaid.
Jessicafeltherheartpounding.Sheforcedherselftocalmness,lookedatthediminishingstorm.Hertimesensesaidtheyhadriddenwithinthatcompoundingofelementalforcesalmostfourhours,butpartofhermindcomputedthepassageasalifetime.Shefeltreborn.
Itwaslikethelitany,shethought.Wefaceditanddidnotresist.Thestorm
passedthroughusandaroundus.It’sgone,butweremain.
“Idon’tlikethesoundofourwingmotion,”Paulsaid.“Wesufferedsomedamageinthere.”
Hefeltthegrating,injuredflightthroughhishandsonthecontrols.Theywereoutofthestorm,butstillnotoutintothefullviewofhisprescientvision.
Yet,theyhadescaped,andPaulsensedhimselftremblingonthevergeofarevelation.
Heshivered.
Thesensationwasmagneticandterrifying,andhefoundhimselfcaughtonthequestionofwhatcausedthistremblingawareness.Partofit,hefelt,wasthespice-saturateddietofArrakis.Buthethoughtpartofitcouldbethelitany,asthoughthewordshadapoweroftheirown.
“Ishallnotfear...
Causeandeffect:hewasalivedespitemalignantforces,andhefelthimselfpoisedonabrinkofself-awarenessthatcouldnothavebeenwithoutthelitany’smagic.
WordsfromtheOrangeCatholicBiblerangthroughhismemory:“Whatsensesdowelackthatwecannotseeorhearanotherworldallaroundus?”
“There’srockallaround,”Jessicasaid.
Paulfocusedonthe’thopter’slaunching,shookhisheadtoclearit.
