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Book Two: Muad‘dib
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“Staybelowthisridge;themoon’satourbacksandit’dshowourmovementtoanyoneoutthere.”
Paulstoppedinabightofrock,leanedthepackagainstanarrowledge.
Jessicaleanedbesidehim,thankfulforthemomentofrest.SheheardPaulpullingathisstillsuittube,sippedherownreclaimedwater.Ittastedbrackish,andsherememberedthewatersofCaladan—atallfountainenclosingacurveofsky,sucharichnessofmoisturethatithadn’tbeennoticedforitself...onlyforitsshape,oritsreflection,oritssoundasshestoppedbesideit.
Tostop,shethought.Torest...trulyrest.
Itoccurredtoherthatmercywastheabilitytostop,ifonlyforamoment.
Therewasnomercywheretherecouldbenostopping.
Paulpushedawayfromtherockledge,turned,andclimbedoveraslopingsurface.Jessicafollowedwithasigh.
Theysliddownontoawideshelfthatledaroundasheerrockface.Again,theyfellintothedisjointedrhythmofmovementacrossthisbrokenland.
Jessicafeltthatthenightwasdominatedbydegreesofsmallnessinsubstancesbeneaththeirfeetandhands—bouldersorpeagravelorflakedrockorpeasandorsanditselforgritordustorgossamerpowder.
Thepowdercloggednosefiltersandhadtobeblownout.Peasandandpeagravelrolledonahardsurfaceandcouldspilltheunwary.Rockflakescut.
Andtheomnipresentsandpatchesdraggedagainsttheirfeet.
Paulstoppedabruptlyonarockshelf,steadiedhismotherasshestumbledintohim.
