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Book Two: Muad‘dib
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“Wewon’tfail,”shesaid.
“Guiltstartsasafeelingoffailure,”hereminded.
“There’llbenoguilt,”shesaid.“Hypno-ligationofthatFeyd-Rautha’spsycheandhischildinmywomb—thenwego.”
“Thatuncle,”hesaid.“Haveyoueverseensuchdistortion?”
“He’sprettyfierce,”shesaid,“butthenephewcouldwellgrowtobeworse.”
“Thankstothatuncle.Youknow,whenyouthinkwhatthisladcould’ve
beenwithsomeotherupbringing—withtheAtreidescodetoguidehim,forexample.”
“It’ssad,”shesaid.
“Wouldthatwecould’vesavedboththeAtreidesyouthandthisone.FromwhatIheardofthatyoungPaul—amostadmirablelad,goodunionofbreedingandtraining.”Heshookhishead.“Butweshouldn’twastesorrowoverthearistocracyofmisfortune.”
“There’saBeneGesseritsaying,”shesaid.
“Youhavesayingsforeverything!”heprotested.
“You’lllikethisone,”shesaid.“Itgoes:‘Donotcountahumandeaduntilyou’veseenhisbody.Andeventhenyoucanmakeamistake.’”
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MuadDibtellsusin“ATimeofReflection”thathisfirstcollisionswithArrakeennecessitieswerethetruebeginningsofhiseducation.Helearnedthenhowtopolethesandforitsweather,learnedthelanguageofthewind‘sneedlesstinginghisskin,learnedhowthenosecanbuzzwithsand-itchandhowtogatherhisbody’spreciousmoisturearoundhimtoguarditandpreserveit.AshiseyesassumedtheblueoftheIbad,heteamedtheChakobsaway.
