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Book Two: Muad‘dib
Itcamefromtheirrightwithanuncaringmajestythatcouldnotbeignored.
Atwistingburrow-moundofsandcutthroughtheduneswithintheirfieldofvision.Themoundliftedinfront,dustingawaylikeabowwaveinwater.Thenitwasgone,coursingofftotheleft.
Thesounddiminished,died.
“I’veseenspacefrigatesthatweresmaller,”Paulwhispered.
Shenodded,continuingtostareacrossthedesert.Wherethewormhadpassedthereremainedthattantalizinggap.Itflowedbitterlyendlessbeforethem,beckoningbeneathitshorizontalcollapseofskyline.
“Whenwe’verested,”Jessicasaid,“weshouldcontinuewithyourlessons.”
Hesuppressedasuddenanger,said:“Mother,don’tyouthinkwecoulddowithout....”
“Todayyoupanicked,”shesaid.“Youknowyourmindandbindu-nervatureperhapsbetterthanIdo,butyou’vemuchyettolearnaboutyourbody’sprana-musculature.Thebodydoesthingsofitselfsometimes,Paul,andIcanteachyouaboutthis.Youmustlearntocontroleverymuscle,everyfiberofyourbody.
Youneedreviewofthehands.We’llstartwithfingermuscles,palmtendons,andtipsensitivity.”Sheturnedaway.“Come,intothetent,now.”
Heflexedthefingersofhislefthand,watchinghercrawlthroughthesphinctervalve,knowingthathecouldnotdeflectherfromthisdetermination...thathemustagree.
Whateverhasbeendonetome,I’vebeenapartytoit,hethought.
Reviewofthehand!
Helookedathishand.Howinadequateitappearedwhenmeasuredagainstsuchcreaturesasthatworm.
