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Book One: Dune
“You’lllearnagreatconcernforwater,”Hawatsaid.“AstheDuke’ssonyou’llneverwantforit,butyou’llseethepressuresofthirstallaroundyou.”
Paulwethislipswithhistongue,thinkingbacktothedayaweekagoandtheordealwiththeReverendMother.She,too,hadsaidsomethingaboutwaterstarvation.
“You’lllearnaboutthefuneralplains,”she’dsaid,“aboutthewildernessthatisempty,thewastelandwherenothinglivesexceptthespiceandthesandworms.
You’llstainyoureyepitstoreducethesunglare.Shelterwillmeanahollowoutofthewindandhiddenfromview.You’llrideuponyourowntwofeetwithout‘thopterorgroundcarormount.”
AndPaulhadbeencaughtmorebyhertone—singsongandwavering—thanbyherwords.
“WhenyouliveuponArrakis,”shehadsaid,“khala,thelandisempty.Themoonswillbeyourfriends,thesunyourenemy.”
Paulhadsensedhismothercomeupbesidehimawayfromherpostguardingthedoor.ShehadlookedattheReverendMotherandasked:“Doyouseenohope,YourReverence?”
“Notforthefather.”AndtheoldwomanhadwavedJessicatosilence,lookeddownatPaul.“Gravethisonyourmemory,lad:Aworldissupportedbyfourthings....”Sheheldupfourbig-knuckledfingers.“...thelearningofthewise,thejusticeofthegreat,theprayersoftherighteousandthevalorofthebrave.Butalloftheseareasnothing....”Sheclosedherfingersintoafist.“...withoutarulerwhoknowstheartofruling.
