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Book Two: Muad‘dib
Chani’svoiceintrudedfromthedeepcavedarkness:“Tellmeaboutthewatersofyourbirthworld,PaulMuad’Dib.”
AndPaul:“Anothertime,Chani.Ipromise.”
Suchsadness.
“It’sagoodbaliset,”Chanisaid.
“Verygood,”Paulsaid.“DoyouthinkJamis’llmindmyusingit?”
Hespeaksofthedeadinthepresenttense,Jessicathought.Theimplicationsdisturbedher.
Aman’svoiceintruded:“Helikedmusicbetimes,Jamisdid.”
“Thensingmeoneofyoursongs,”Chanipleaded.
Suchfeminineallureinthatgirl-child’svoice,Jessicathought.ImustcautionPaulabouttheirwomen...andsoon.
“Thiswasasongofafriendofmine,”Paulsaid.“Iexpecthe’sdeadnow,Gurneyis.Hecalledithisevensong.”
Thetroopgrewstill,listeningasPaul’svoiceliftedinasweetboytenorwiththebalisettinklingandstrummingbeneathit:
“Thiscleartimeofseeingembers—
Agold-brightsun’slostinfirstdusk.
Whatfrenziedsenses,desp‘ratemusk
Areconsortofrememb’ring.”
Jessicafelttheverbalmusicinherbreast—paganandchargedwithsoundsthatmadehersuddenlyandintenselyawareofherself,feelingherownbodyanditsneeds.Shelistenedwithatensestillness.
“Night’spearl-censeredrequi-em...
’Tisforus!
Whatjoysrun,then—
Brightinyoureyes—
Whatflower-spangledamores
Pullatourhearts...
Whatflower-spangledamores
Fillourdesires.”
AndJessicaheardtheafter-stillnessthathummedintheairwiththelastnote.
Whydoesmysonsingalovesongtothatgirl-child?sheaskedherself.Shefeltanabruptfear.
