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Book Two: Muad‘dib
Hewaspointingleftandshelookedalonghisarmtoseethattheystoodatopacliffwiththedesertstretchedoutlikeastaticoceansometwohundredmetersbelow.Itlaytherefullofmoon-silveredwaves—shadowsofanglesthatlapsedintocurvesand,inthedistance,liftedtothemistedgrayblurofanotherescarpment.
“Opendesert,”shesaid.
“Awideplacetocross,”Paulsaid,andhisvoicewasmuffledbythefiltertrapacrosshisface.
Jessicaglancedleftandright—nothingbutsandbelow.
Paulstaredstraightaheadacrosstheopendunes,watchingthemovementofshadowsinthemoon’spassage.“Aboutthreeorfourkilometersacross,”hesaid.
“Worms,”shesaid.
“Suretobe.”
Shefocusedonherweariness,themuscleachethatdulledhersenses.“Shallwerestandeat?”
Paulslippedoutofthepack,satdownandleanedagainstit.Jessicasupportedherselfbyahandonhisshoulderasshesanktotherockbesidehim.
ShefeltPaulturnasshesettledherself,heardhimscrabblinginthepack.
“Here,”hesaid.
Hishandfeltdryagainsthersashepressedtwoenergycapsulesintoherpalm.
Sheswallowedthemwithagrudgingspitofwaterfromherstillsuittube.
“Drinkallyourwater,”Paulsaid.“Axiom:thebestplacetoconserveyourwaterisinyourbody.Itkeepsyourenergyup.You’restronger.Trustyourstillsuit.”
Sheobeyed,drainedhercatchpockets,feelingenergyreturn.
