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Book Three: The Prophet
ShewantswhateverisbestforHim.”
Jessicaswallowedpastasuddentighteninginherthroat.“Chani’sverydeartome,”shesaid.“Shecouldbeno—”
“Yourrugsareverydirtyinhere,”Harahsaid.Sheswepthergazearoundthefloor,avoidingJessica’seyes.“Somanypeopletrampingthroughhereallthetime.Youreallyshouldhavethemcleanedmoreoften.”
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Youcannotavoidtheinterplayofpoliticswithinanorthodoxreligion.Thispowerstrugglepermeatesthetraining,educatinganddiscipliningoftheorthodoxcommunity.Becauseofthispressure,theleadersofsuchacommunityinevitablymustfacethatultimateinternalquestion:tosuccumbtocompleteopportunismasthepriceofmaintainingtheirrule,orrisksacrificingthemselvesforthesakeoftheorthodoxethic.
—from“Muad’Dib:TheReligiousIssues”bythePrincessIrulan
PAULWAITEDonthesandoutsidethegiganticmaker’slineofapproach.Imustnotwaitlikeasmuggler—impatientandjittering,heremindedhimself.Imustbepartofthedesert.
Thethingwasonlyminutesawaynow,fillingthemorningwiththefriction-hissingofitspassage.Itsgreatteethwithinthecavern-circleofitsmouthspreadlikesomeenormousflower.Thespiceodorfromitdominatedtheair.
Paul’sstillsuitrodeeasilyonhisbodyandhewasonlydistantlyawareofhisnoseplugs,thebreathingmask.Stilgar’steaching,thepainstakinghoursonthesand,overshadowedallelse.
“Howfaroutsidethemaker’sradiusmustyoustandinpeasand?”Stilgarhadaskedhim.
