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Book Two: Muad‘dib
Shepinpointedthelocationofthevoice,thinking:Suchstealth!Ididn’thearhim.Andsherealizedthattheownerofthatvoicehadpermittedhimselfonlythesmallsounds,thenaturalsoundsofthedesert.
Anothervoicecalledfromthebasin’srimtotheirleft.“Makeitquick,Stil.
Gettheirwaterandlet’sbeonourway.We’velittleenoughtimebeforedawn.”
Paul,lessconditionedtoemergencyresponsethanhismother,feltchagrinthathehadstiffenedandtriedtowithdraw,thathehadcloudedhisabilitiesbyamomentarypanic.Heforcedhimselfnowtoobeyherteachings:relax,thanfallintothesemblanceofrelaxation,thenintothearrestedwhipsnapofmusclesthatcanslashinanydirection.
Still,hefelttheedgeoffearwithinhimandknewitssource.Thiswasblindtime,nofuturehehadseen...andtheywerecaughtbetweenwildFremenwhoseonlyinterestwasthewatercarriedinthefleshoftwounshieldedbodies.
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ThisFremenreligiousadaptation,then,isthesourceofwhatwenowrecognizeas“ThePillarsoftheUniverse,”whoseQizaraTafwidareamongusallwithsignsandproofsandprophecy.TheybringustheArrakeenmysticalfusionwhoseprofoundbeautyistypifiedbythestirringmusicbuiltontheoldforms,butstampedwiththenewawakening.Whohasnotheardandbeendeeplymovedby“TheOldMan’sHymn”?IdrovemyfeetthroughadesertWhosemirageflutteredlikeahost.Voraciousforglory,greedyfordanger,Iroamedthehorizonsofal-Kulab.
WatchingtimelevelmountainsInitssearchanditshungerforme.
