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Book Two: Muad‘dib
“Wearealikeinathing,Usul:WehaveeachlostafathertotheHarkonnens.”
Paulfollowedher.Hefeltthathisheadhadbeenseparatedfromhisbodyandrestoredwithoddconnections.Hislegswereremoteandrubbery.
Theyenteredanarrowsidepassage,itswallsdimlylightedbyspaced-outglowglobes.Paulfeltthedrugbeginningtohaveitsuniqueeffectonhim,openingtimelikeaflower.HefoundneedtosteadyhimselfagainstChaniastheyturnedthroughanothershadowedtunnel.Themixtureofwhipcordandsoftnesshefeltbeneathherrobestirredhisblood.Thesensationmingledwiththeworkofthedrug,foldingfutureandpastintothepresent,leavinghimthethinnestmarginoftrinocularfocus.
“Iknowyou,Chani,”hewhispered.“We’vesatuponaledgeabovethesandwhileIsoothedyourfears.We’vecaressedinthedarkofthesietch.We’ve....”
Hefoundhimselflosingfocus,triedtoshakehishead,stumbled.
Chanisteadiedhim,ledhimthroughthickhangingsintotheyellowwarmthofaprivateapartment—lowtables,cushions,asleepingpadbeneathanorangespread.
Paulgrewawarethattheyhadstopped,thatChanistoodfacinghim,andthathereyesbetrayedalookofquietterror.
“Youmusttellme,”shewhispered.
“YouareSihaya,”hesaid,“thedesertspring.”
“WhenthetribesharestheWater,”shesaid,“we’retogether—ailofus.We
...share.Ican...sensetheotherswithme,butI’mafraidtosharewithyou.”
“Why?”
Hetriedtofocusonher,butpastandfutureweremergingintothepresent,blurringherimage.
