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Book Three: The Prophet
Whenitwasquietinthecavern,Paulliftedhischin,spokeinavoicethatcarriedtothefarthestcorners.
“Youaretiredofwaiting,”Paulsaid.
Again,hewaitedwhilethecriesofresponsediedout.
Indeed,theyaretiredofwaiting,Paulthought.Heheftedthemessagecylinder,thinkingofwhatitcontained.Hismotherhadshowedittohim,explaininghowithadbeentakenfromaHarkonnencourier.
Themessagewasexplicit:RabbanwasbeingabandonedtohisownresourceshereonArrakis!Hecouldnotcallforhelporreinforcements!
Again,Paulraisedhisvoice:“Youthinkit’stimeIcalledoutStilgarandchangedtheleadershipofthetroops!”Beforetheycouldrespond,Paulhurledhisvoiceattheminanger:“DoyouthinktheLisanal-Gaibthatstupid?”
Therewasstunnedsilence.
He’sacceptingthereligiousmantle,Jessicathought.Hemustnotdoit!
“It’stheway!”someoneshouted.
Paulspokedryly,probingtheemotionalundercurrents.“Wayschange.”
Anangryvoiceliftedfromacornerofthecavern:“We’llsaywhat’stochange!”
Therewerescatteredshoutsofagreementthroughthethrong.
“Asyouwish,”Paulsaid.
AndJessicaheardthesubtleintonationsasheusedthepowersofVoiceshehadtaughthim.
“Youwillsay,”heagreed.“Butfirstyouwillhearmysay.”
Stilgarmovedalongtheledge,hisbeardedfaceimpassive.“Thatistheway,too,”hesaid.“ThevoiceofanyFremenmaybeheardinCouncil.Paul-Muad’DibisaFremen.”
“Thegoodofthetribe,thatisthemostimportantthing,eh?”Paulasked.
