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Book Two: Muad‘dib
Thinkofitasaspectrumwhoseextremesareunconsciousnessatthenegativeendandhyperconsciousnessatthepositiveend.Thewaythemindwillleanunderstressisstronglyinfluencedbytraining.”
“Itcouldbeagoodlifehere,”Paulsaid.
Shetriedtoseethedesertthroughhiseyes,seekingtoencompassalltherigorsthisplanetacceptedascommonplace,wonderingatthepossiblefuturesPaulhadglimpsed.Onecouldbealoneouthere,shethought,withoutfearofsomeonebehindyou,withoutfearofthehunter.
ShesteppedpastPaul,liftedherbinoculars,adjustedtheoillensesandstudiedtheescarpmentacrossfromthem.Yes,saguarointhearroyosandotherspinygrowth...andamattingoflowgrasses,yellow-greenintheshadows.
“I’llstrikecamp,”Paulsaid.
Jessicanodded,walkedtothefissure’smouthwhereshecouldgetasweepofthedesert,andswungherbinocularstotheleft.Asaltpanglaredwhitetherewithablendingofdirtytanatitsedges—afieldofwhiteoutherewherewhitewasdeath.Butthepansaidanotherthing:water.Atsometimewaterhadflowedacrossthatglaringwhite.Sheloweredherbinoculars,adjustedherburnoose,
listenedforamomenttothesoundofPaul’smovements.
Thesundippedlower.Shadowsstretchedacrossthesaltpan.Linesofwildcolorspreadoverthesunsethorizon.Colorstreamedintoatoeofdarknesstestingthesand.Coal-coloredshadowsspread,andthethickcollapseofnightblottedthedesert.
Stars!
Shestaredupatthem,sensingPaul’smovementsashecameupbesideher.
