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Book Three: The Prophet
“Thenotepointeddirectlyat—”
“Isawit,too,”Paulsaid.“MyfathershowedittomethenightheexplainedwhyithadtobeaHarkonnentrickaimedatmakinghimsuspectthewomanheloved.”
“Ayah!”Gurneysaid.“You’venot—”
“Bequiet,”Paulsaid,andthemonotonestillnessofhiswordscarriedmorecommandthanJessicahadeverheardinanothervoice.
HehastheGreatControl,shethought.
Gurney’sarmtrembledagainstherneck.Thepointoftheknifeatherbackmovedwithuncertainty.
“Whatyouhavenotdone,”Paulsaid,“isheardmymothersobbinginthenightoverherlostDuke.YouhavenotseenhereyesstabflamewhenshespeaksofkillingHarkonnens.”
Sohehaslistened,shethought.Tearsblindedhereyes.
“Whatyouhavenotdone,”Paulwenton,“isrememberedthelessonsyoulearnedinaHarkonnenslavepit.Youspeakofprideinmyfather’sfriendship!
Didn’tyoulearnthedifferencebetweenHarkonnenandAtreidessothatyoucouldsmellaHarkonnentrickbythestinktheyleftonit?Didn’tyoulearnthatAtreidesloyaltyisboughtwithlovewhiletheHarkonnencoinishate?Couldn’tyouseethroughtotheverynatureofthisbetrayal?”
“ButYueh?”Gurneymuttered.
“TheevidencewehaveisYueh’sownmessagetousadmittinghistreachery,”Paulsaid.“IswearthistoyoubytheloveIholdforyou,aloveIwillstillholdevenafterIleaveyoudeadonthisfloor.”
Hearingherson,Jessicamarveledattheawarenessinhim,thepenetratinginsightofhisintelligence.
“Myfatherhadaninstinctforhisfriends,”Paulsaid.
