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Book One: Dune
WhatperversitycausedthebooktoopenatmyWanna’sfavoritepassage?Heopenedhiseyes,sawPaulstaringathim.
“Issomethingwrong?”Paulasked.
“I’msorry,”Yuehsaid.“Thatwas...my...deadwife’sfavoritepassage.
It’snottheoneIintendedyoutoread.Itbringsupmemoriesthatare...
painful.”
“Therearetwonotches,”Paulsaid.
Ofcourse,Yuehthought.Wannamarkedherpassage.Hisfingersaremoresensitivethanmineandfoundhermark.Itwasanaccident,nomore.
“Youmayfindthebookinteresting,”Yuehsaid.“Ithasmuchhistoricaltruthinitaswellasgoodethicalphilosophy.”
Paullookeddownatthetinybookinhispalm—suchasmallthing.Yet,itcontainedamystery...somethinghadhappenedwhilehereadfromit.Hehadfeltsomethingstirhisterriblepurpose.
“Yourfatherwillbehereanyminute,”Yuehsaid.“Putthebookawayand
readitatyourleisure.”
PaultouchedtheedgeofitasYuehhadshownhim.Thebooksealeditself.
Heslippeditintohistunic.ForamomenttherewhenYuehhadbarkedathim,Paulhadfearedthemanwoulddemandthebook’sreturn.
“Ithankyouforthegift,Dr.Yueh,”Paulsaid,speakingformally.“Itwillbeoursecret.Ifthereisagiftoffavoryouwishfromme,pleasedonothesitatetoask.”
“I...needfornothing,”Yuehsaid.
Andhethought:WhydoIstandheretorturingmyself?Andtorturingthispoorlad...thoughhedoesnotknowit.
