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Book One: Dune
Makethatthescienceofyourtradition!”
AweekhadpassedsincethatdaywiththeReverendMother.Herwords
wereonlynowbeginningtocomeintofullregister.Now,sittinginthetrainingroomwithThufirHawat,Paulfeltasharppangoffear.HelookedacrossattheMentat’spuzzledfrown.
“Wherewereyouwoolgatheringthattime?”Hawatasked.
“DidyoumeettheReverendMother?”
“ThatTruthsayerwitchfromtheImperium?”Hawat’seyesquickenedwithinterest.“Imether.”
“She....”Paulhesitated,foundthathecouldn’ttellHawatabouttheordeal.
Theinhibitionswentdeep.
“Yes?Whatdidshe?”
Paultooktwodeepbreaths.“Shesaidathing.”Heclosedhiseyes,callingupthewords,andwhenhespokehisvoiceunconsciouslytookonsomeoftheoldwoman’stone:“‘You,PaulAtreides,descendantofkings,sonofaDuke,youmustlearntorule.It’ssomethingnoneofyourancestorslearned.’”Paulopenedhiseyes,said:“ThatmademeangryandIsaidmyfatherrulesanentireplanet.
Andshesaid,‘He’slosingit.’AndIsaidmyfatherwasgettingaricherplanet.
Andshesaid.‘He’lllosethatone,too.’AndIwantedtorunandwarnmyfather,butshesaidhe’dalreadybeenwarned—byyou,byMother,bymanypeople.”
“Trueenough,”Hawatmuttered.
“Thenwhy’rewegoing?”Pauldemanded.
“BecausetheEmperororderedit.Andbecausethere’shopeinspiteofwhatthatwitch-spysaid.Whatelsespoutedfromthisancientfountainofwisdom?”
Paullookeddownathisrighthandclenchedintoafistbeneaththetable.
