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Book Three: The Prophet
Thetentsofhistroopweresmallfalsedunesaroundhiminthegloom.
Hesawmovementofftotheleft—theguard,andknewtheyhadseenhim.
Theyknewtheperilhefacedthisday.EachFremenhadfacedit.Theygavehimthislastfewmomentsofisolationnowthathemightpreparehimself.
Itmustbedonetoday,hetoldhimself.
Hethoughtofthepowerhewieldedinthefaceofthepogrom—theoldmenwhosenttheirsonstohimtobetrainedintheweirdingwayofbattle,theoldmenwholistenedtohimnowincouncilandfollowedhisplans,themenwhoreturnedtopayhimthathighestFremencompliment:“Yourplanworked,Muad’Dib.”
YetthemeanestandsmallestoftheFremenwarriorscoulddoathingthathehadneverdone.AndPaulknewhisleadershipsufferedfromtheomnipresentknowledgeofthisdifferencebetweenthem.
Hehadnotriddenthemaker.
Oh,he’dgoneupwiththeothersfortrainingtripsandraids,buthehadnotmadehisownvoyage.Untilhedid,hisworldwasboundedbytheabilitiesofothers.NotrueFremencouldpermitthis.Untilhedidthisthinghimself,eventhegreatsouthlands—theareasometwentythumpersbeyondtheerg—weredeniedhimunlessheorderedapalanquinandrodelikeaReverendMotheroroneofthesickandwounded.
Memoryreturnedtohimofhiswrestlingwithhisinnerawarenessduringthenight.Hesawastrangeparallelhere—ifhemasteredthemaker,hisrulewasstrengthened;ifhemasteredtheinwardeye,thiscarrieditsownmeasureofcommand.Butbeyondthembothlaythecloudedarea,theGreatUnrestwherealltheuniverseseemedembroiled.
