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Book Three: The Prophet
“Hegavehislovesparingly,butwithneveranerror.Hisweaknesslayinmisunderstandinghatred.
HethoughtanyonewhohatedHarkonnenscouldnotbetrayhim.”Heglancedathismother.“Sheknowsthis.I’vegivenhermyfather’smessagethatheneverdistrustedher.”
Jessicafeltherselflosingcontrol,bitatherlowerlip.SeeingthestiffformalityinPaul,sherealizedwhatthesewordswerecostinghim.Shewantedtoruntohim,cradlehisheadagainstherbreastassheneverhaddone.Butthearmagainstherthroathadceaseditstrembling;theknifepointatherbackpressedstillandsharp.
“Oneofthemostterriblemomentsinaboy’slife,”Paulsaid,“iswhenhediscovershisfatherandmotherarehumanbeingswhosharealovethathecanneverquitetaste.It’saloss,anawakeningtothefactthattheworldisthereandhereandweareinitalone.Themomentcarriesitsowntruth;youcan’tevadeit.
Iheardmyfatherwhenhespokeofmymother.She’snotthebetrayer,Gurney.”
Jessicafoundhervoice,said:“Gurney,releaseme.”Therewasnospecialcommandinthewords,notricktoplayonhisweaknesses,butGurney’shandfellaway.ShecrossedtoPaul,stoodinfrontofhim,nottouchinghim.
“Paul,”shesaid,“thereareotherawakeningsinthisuniverse.IsuddenlyseehowI’veusedyouandtwistedyouandmanipulatedyoutosetyouonacourseofmychoosing...acourseIhadtochoose—ifthat’sanyexcuse—becauseofmyowntraining.”Sheswallowedpastalumpinherthroat,lookedupintoherson’seyes.“Paul...
