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Book Two: Muad‘dib
ShesawPaulbeingseparatedfromthethrong,theelfin-facedChaniwhisperinginhisearasshenoddedtowardJamis.
Aringformedwithinthetroop.Moreglowglobeswerebroughtandallofthemtunedtotheyellowband.
Jamissteppedintothering,slippedoutofhisrobeandtossedittosomeoneinthecrowd.Hestoodthereinacloudygrayslicknessofstillsuitthatwaspatchedandmarkedbytucksandgathers.Foramoment,hebentwithhismouthtohisshoulder,drinkingfromacatchpockettube.Presentlyhestraightened,peeledoffanddetachedthesuit,handeditcarefullyintothecrowd.Hestoodwaiting,cladinloin-clothandsometightfabricoverhisfeet,acrysknifeinhisrighthand.
Jessicasawthegirl-childChanihelpingPaul,sawherpressacrysknifehandleintohispalm,sawhimheftit,testingtheweightandbalance.AnditcametoJessicathatPaulhadbeentrainedinpranaandbindu,thenerveandthefiber—thathehadbeentaughtfightinginadeadlyschool,histeachersmenlikeDuncanIdahoandGurneyHalleck,menwhowerelegendsintheirownlifetimes.TheboyknewthedeviouswaysoftheBeneGesseritandhelookedsuppleandconfident.
Buthe’sonlyfifteen,shethought.Andhehasnoshield.Imuststopthis.
Somehow,theremustbeawayto....Shelookedup,sawStilgarwatchingher.
“Youcannotstopit,”hesaid.“Youmustnotspeak.”
Sheputahandoverhermouth,thinking:I’veplantedfearinJamis’mind.
It’llslowhimsome...perhaps.IfIcouldonlypray—trulypray.
