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Book One: Dune
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Paulnodded,suddenlyovercomebymemoryoftheReverendMother’swords:“...forthefather,nothing.”
“Father,”Paulsaid,“willArrakisbeasdangerousaseveryonesays?”
TheDukeforcedhimselftothecasualgesture,satdownonacornerofthetable,smiled.Awholepatternofconversationwelledupinhismind—thekindofthinghemightusetodispelthevaporsinhismenbeforeabattle.Thepatternfrozebeforeitcouldbevocalized,confrontedbythesinglethought:Thisismyson.
“It’llbedangerous,”headmitted.
“HawattellsmewehaveaplanfortheFremen,”Paulsaid.Andhewondered:Whydon’tItellhimwhatthatoldwomansaid?Howdidshesealmytongue?
TheDukenotedhisson’sdistress,said:“Asalways,Hawatseesthemainchance.Butthere’smuchmore.IseealsotheCombineHonneteOberAdvancerMercantiles—theCHOAMCompany.BygivingmeArrakis,HisMajestyisforcedtogiveusaCHOAMdirectorship...asubtlegain.”
“CHOAMcontrolsthespice,”Paulsaid.
“AndArrakiswithitsspiceisouravenueintoCHOAM,”theDukesaid.
“There’smoretoCHOAMthanmelange.”
“DidtheReverendMotherwarnyou?”Paulblurted.Heclenchedhisfists,feelinghispalmsslipperywithperspiration.Theeffortithadtakentoaskthatquestion.
“HawattellsmeshefrightenedyouwithwarningsaboutArrakis,”theDukesaid.“Don’tletawoman’sfearscloudyourmind.Nowomanwantsherlovedonesendangered.Thehandbehindthosewarningswasyourmother’s.Takethisasasignofherloveforus.
