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Book One: Dune
YouwillsingsomeofGurney’ssongsasyoureadalonginthisbook.TherewasThufirHawat,theoldMentatMasterofAssassins,whostruckfearevenintotheheartofthePadishahEmperor.
TherewereDuncanIdaho,theSwordmasteroftheGinaz;Dr.WellingtonYueh,anameblackintreacherybutbrightinknowledge;theLadyJessica,whoguidedhersonintheBeneGesseritWay,and—ofcourse—theDukeLeto,whosequalitiesasafatherhavelongbeenoverlooked.
—from“AChild’sHistoryofMuad’Dib”bythePrincessIrulan
THUFIRHAWATslippedintothetrainingroomofCastleCaladan,closedthedoorsoftly.Hestoodthereamoment,feelingoldandtiredandstorm-leathered.HisleftlegachedwhereithadbeenslashedonceintheserviceoftheOldDuke.
Threegenerationsofthemnow,hethought.
Hestaredacrossthebigroombrightwiththelightofnoonpouringthroughtheskylights,sawtheboyseatedwithbacktothedoor,intentonpapersandchartsspreadacrossanelltable.
HowmanytimesmustItellthatladnevertosettlehimselfwithhisbacktoadoor?Hawatclearedhisthroat.
Paulremainedbentoverhisstudies.
Acloudshadowpassedovertheskylights.Again,Hawatclearedhisthroat.
Paulstraightened,spokewithoutturning:“Iknow.I’msittingwithmybacktoadoor.”
Hawatsuppressedasmile,strodeacrosstheroom.
Paullookedupatthegrizzledoldmanwhostoppedatacornerofthetable.
Hawat’seyesweretwopoolsofalertnessinadarkanddeeplyseamedface.
“Iheardyoucomingdownthehall,”Paulsaid.“AndIheardyouopenthedoor.
