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Book One: Dune
Hestudiedthetallnessofher,sawthehintoftensioninhershouldersasshechoseclothingforhimfromtheclosetracks. Anothermighthavemissedthetension,butshehadtrainedhimintheBeneGesseritWay—intheminutiaeofobservation. Sheturned,holdingasemiformaljacketforhim.ItcarriedtheredAtreideshawkcrestabovethebreastpocket.
“Hurryanddress,”shesaid.“ReverendMotheriswaiting.”
“Idreamedofheronce,”Paulsaid.“Whoisshe?”
“ShewasmyteacherattheBeneGesseritschool.Now,she’stheEmperor’sTruthsayer.AndPaul....”Shehesitated.“Youmusttellheraboutyourdreams.”
“Iwill.IsshethereasonwegotArrakis?”
“WedidnotgetArrakis.”Jessicaflickeddustfromapairoftrousers,hungthemwiththejacketonthedressingstandbesidehisbed.“Don’tkeepReverendMotherwaiting.”
Paulsatup,huggedhisknees. “What’sagomjabbar?”
Again,thetrainingshehadgivenhimexposedheralmostinvisiblehesitation,anervousbetrayalhefeltasfear.
Jessicacrossedtothewindow,flungwidethedraperies,staredacrosstheriverorchardstowardMountSyubi. “You’lllearnabout...thegomjabbarsoonenough,”shesaid.
Heheardthefearinhervoiceandwonderedatit.
Jessicaspokewithoutturning. “ReverendMotheriswaitinginmymorningroom.Pleasehurry.”
TheReverendMotherGaiusHelenMohiamsatinatapestriedchairwatchingmotherandsonapproach.
