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Book Two: Muad‘dib
Jamisfelllikealimprag,facedown,gaspedonceandturnedhisfacetowardPaul,thenlaystillontherockfloor.Hisdeadeyesstaredoutlikebeadsofdarkglass.
“Killingwiththepointlacksartistry,”IdahohadoncetoldPaul,“butdon’tletthatholdyourhandwhentheopeningpresentsitself.”
Thetrooprushedforward,fillingthering,pushingPaulaside.TheyhidJamisinafrenzyofhuddlingactivity.Presentlyagroupofthemhurriedbackintothedepthsofthecaverncarryingaburdenwrappedinarobe.
Andtherewasnobodyontherockfloor.
Jessicapressedthroughtowardherson.Shefeltthatsheswaminaseaofrobedandstinkingbacks,athrongstrangelysilent.
Nowistheterriblemoment,shethought.Hehaskilledamaninclearsuperiorityofmindandmuscle.Hemustnotgrowtoenjoysuchavictory.
SheforcedherselfthroughthelastofthetroopandintoasmallopenspacewheretwobeardedFremenwerehelpingPaulintohisstillsuit.
Jessicastaredatherson.Paul’seyeswerebright.Hebreathedheavily,permittingtheministrationstohisbodyratherthanhelpingthem.
“HimagainstJamisandnotamarkonhim,”oneofthemenmuttered.
Chanistoodatoneside,hereyesfocusedonPaul.Jessicasawthegirl’sexcitement,theadmirationintheelfinface.
Itmustbedonenowandswiftly,Jessicathought.
Shecompressedultimatescornintohervoiceandmanner,said:“Well-l-l,now—howdoesitfeeltobeakiller?”
Paulstiffenedasthoughhehadbeenstruck.Hemethismother’scoldglareandhisfacedarkenedwitharushofblood.
