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Book Two: Muad‘dib
Wemustcreateatruesirocco—amoistwind—butwewillnevergetawayfromthenecessityforwindtraps.”
Alwayslecturingme,Kynesthought.Whydoesn’theshutup?Can’theseeI’mdying?
“Youwilldie,too,”hisfathersaid,“ifyoudon’tgetoffthebubblethat’sformingrightnowdeepunderneathyou.It’sthereandyouknowit.Youcansmellthepre-spicegasses.Youknowthelittlemakersarebeginningtolosesomeoftheirwaterintothemass.”
Thethoughtofthatwaterbeneathhimwasmaddening.Heimagineditnow—sealedoffinstrataofporousrockbytheleatheryhalf-plant,half-animallittlemakers—andthethinrupturethatwaspouringacoolstreamofclearest,pure,liquid,soothingwaterinto....
Apre-spicemass!
Heinhaled,smellingtheranksweetness.Theodorwasmuchricheraroundhimthanithadbeen.
Kynespushedhimselftohisknees,heardabirdscreech,thehurriedflappingofwings.
Thisisspicedesert,hethought.TheremustbeFremenabouteveninthedaysun.Surelytheycanseethebirdsandwillinvestigate.
“Movementacrossthelandscapeisanecessityforanimallife,”hisfathersaid.“Nomadpeoplesfollowthesamenecessity.Linesofmovementadjusttophysicalneedsforwater,food,minerals.Wemustcontrolthismovementnow,alignitforourpurposes.”
“Shutup,oldman,”Kynesmuttered.
“WemustdoathingonArrakisneverbeforeattemptedforanentireplanet,”hisfathersaid.
