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Book Two: Muad‘dib
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WecamefromCaladan—aparadiseworldforourformoflife.ThereexistednoneedonCaladantobuildaphysicalparadiseoraparadiseofthemind—wecouldseetheactualityallaroundus.Andthepricewepaidwasthepricemenhavealwayspaidforachievingaparadiseinthislife—wewentsoft,welostouredge.
—from“Muad’Dib:Conversations”bythePrincessIrulan
“SOYOU’REthegreatGurneyHalleck,”themansaid.
Halleckstoodstaringacrosstheroundcavernofficeatthesmugglerseatedbehindametaldesk.ThemanworeFremenrobesandhadthehalf-tintblueeyesthattoldofoff-planetfoodsinhisdiet.Theofficeduplicatedaspacefrigate’smastercontrolcenter—communicationsandviewscreensalongathirty-degreearcofwall,remotearmingandfiringbanksadjoining,andthedeskformedasawallprojection—partoftheremainingcurve.
“IamStabanTuek,sonofEsmarTuek,”thesmugglersaid.
“Thenyou’retheoneIowethanksforthehelpwe’vereceived,”Hallecksaid.
“Ah-h-h,gratitude,”thesmugglersaid.“Sitdown.”
Aship-typebucketseatemergedfromthewallbesidethescreensandHallecksankontoitwithasigh,feelinghisweariness.Hecouldseehisownreflectionnowinadarksurfacebesidethesmugglerandscowledatthelinesoffatigueinhislumpyface.Theinkvinescaralonghisjawwrithedwiththescowl.
Halleckturnedfromhisreflection,staredatTuek.Hesawthefamilyresemblanceinthesmugglernow—thefather’sheavy,overhangingeyebrowsandrockplanesofcheeksandnose.
