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Book Three: The Prophet
“And,beloved,whenit’slearnedthatachallengermayfacemeandbebroughttoshamefuldeathbyMuad’Dib’swoman,there’llbefewerchallengers.”
Yes,Paultoldhimself,thathadcertainlyhappened.Itwastrue-past.AndthenumberofchallengerstestingthenewbladeofMuad’Dibdiddropdramatically.
Somewhere,inaworldnot-of-the-dream,therewasahintofmotion,thecryofanightbird.
Idream,Paulreassuredhimself.It’sthespicemeal.
Still,therewasabouthimafeelingofabandonment.Hewonderedifitmightbepossiblethathisruh-spirithadslippedoversomehowintotheworldwheretheFremenbelievedhehadhistrueexistence—intothealamal-mithal,theworldofsimilitudes,thatmetaphysicalrealmwhereallphysicallimitationswereremoved.Andheknewfearatthethoughtofsuchaplace,becauseremovalofalllimitationsmeantremovalofallpointsofreference.Inthelandscapeofamythhecouldnotorienthimselfandsay:“IamIbecauseIamhere.”
Hismotherhadsaidonce:“Thepeoplearedivided,someofthem,inhowtheythinkofyou.”
Imustbewakingfromthedream,Paultoldhimself.Forthishadhappened—thesewordsfromhismother,theLadyJessicawhowasnowaReverendMotheroftheFremen,thesewordshadpassedthroughreality.
JessicawasfearfulofthereligiousrelationshipbetweenhimselfandtheFremen,Paulknew.Shedidn’tlikethefactthatpeopleofbothsietchandgrabenreferredtoMuad’DibasHim.Andshewentquestioningamongthetribes,sendingoutherSayyadinaspies,collectingtheiranswersandbroodingonthem.
