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Book One: Dune
Thosestormsbuildupacrosssixorseventhousandkilometersofflatlands,feedonanythingthatcangivethemapush—coriolisforce,otherstorms,anythingthathasanounceofenergyinit.Theycanblowuptosevenhundredkilometersanhour,loadedwitheverythingloosethat’sintheirway—sand,dust,everything.Theycaneatfleshoffbonesandetchthebonestoslivers.”
“Whydon’ttheyhaveweathercontrol?”
“Arrakishasspecialproblems,costsarehigher,andthere’dbemaintenanceandthelike.TheGuildwantsadreadfulhighpriceforsatellitecontrolandyourfather’sHouseisn’toneofthebigrichones,lad.Youknowthat.”
“HaveyoueverseentheFremen?”
Thelad’smindisdartingallovertoday,Hawatthought.
“LikeasnotIhaveseenthem,”hesaid.“There’slittletotellthemfromthefolkofthegrabenandsink.Theyallwearthosegreatflowingrobes.Andtheystinktoheaveninanyclosedspace.It’sfromthosesuitstheywear—callthem‘stulsuits’—thatreclaimthebody’sownwater.”
Paulswallowed,suddenlyawareofthemoistureinhismouth,rememberingadreamofthirst.Thatpeoplecouldwantsoforwatertheyhadtorecycletheirbodymoisturestruckhimwithafeelingofdesolation.“Water’spreciousthere,”hesaid.
Hawatnodded,thinking:PerhapsI’mdoingit,gettingacrosstohimtheimportanceofthisplanetasanenemy.It’smadnesstogointherewithoutthatcautioninourminds.
Paullookedupattheskylight,awarethatithadbeguntorain.Hesawthespreadingwetnessonthegraymeta-glass.“Water,”hesaid.
