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Book Two: Muad‘dib
Paullistened,hearingthevoicesgrowdimmerbehindashemoveddeeperintothesietchwithHarah.
“Tree,”thechildrenchanted.“Tree,grass,dune,wind,mountain,hill,fire,lightning,rock,rocks,dust,sand,heat,shelter,heat,full,winter,cold,empty,erosion,summer,cavern,day,tension,moon,night,caprock,sandtide,slope,planting,binder....”
“Youconductclassesatatimelikethis?”Paulasked.
Herfacewentsomberandgriefedgedhervoice:“WhatLiettaughtus,wecannotpauseaninstantinthat.Lietwhoisdeadmustnotbeforgotten.It’stheChakobsaway.”
Shecrossedthetunneltotheleft,steppedupontoaledge,partedgauzyorangehangingsandstoodaside:“Youryaliisreadyforyou,Usul.”
Paulhesitatedbeforejoiningherontheledge.Hefeltasuddenreluctancetobealonewiththiswoman.Itcametohimthathewassurroundedbyawayoflifethatcouldonlybeunderstoodbypostulatinganecologyofideasandvalues.
HefeltthatthisFremenworldwasfishingforhim,tryingtosnarehiminitsways.Andheknewwhatlayinthatsnare—thewildjihad,thereligiouswarhe
feltheshouldavoidatanycost.
“Thisisyouryali,”Harahsaid.“Whydoyouhesitate?”
Paulnodded,joinedherontheledge.Heliftedthehangingsacrossfromher,feelingmetalfibersinthefabric,followedherintoashortentrancewayandthenintoalargerroom,square,aboutsixmeterstoaside—thickbluecarpetsonthefloor,blueandgreenfabricshidingtherockwalls,glowglobestunedtoyellowoverheadbobbingagainstdrapedyellowceilingfabrics.
