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Book Three: The Prophet
Iwantyoutodosomethingforme:choosethecourseofhappiness.Yourdesertwoman,marryherifthat’syourwish.Defyeveryoneandeverythingtodothis.Butchooseyourowncourse.I....”
Shebrokeoff,stoppedbythelowsoundofmutteringbehindher.
Gurney!
ShesawPaul’seyesdirectedbeyondher,turned.
Gurneystoodinthesamespot,buthadsheathedhisknife,pulledtherobeawayfromhisbreasttoexposetheslickgraynessofanissuestillsuit,thetypethesmugglerstradedforamongthesietchwarrens.
“Putyourkniferighthereinmybreast,”Gurneymuttered.“Isaykillmeandhavedonewithit.I’vebesmirchedmyname.I’vebetrayedmyownDuke!Thefinest—”
“Bestill!”Paulsaid.
Gurneystaredathim.
“Closethatrobeandstopactinglikeafool,”Paulsaid.“I’vehadenoughfoolishnessforoneday.”
“Killme,Isay!”Gurneyraged.
“Youknowmebetterthanthat,”Paulsaid.“HowmanykindsofanidiotdoyouthinkIam?MustIgothroughthiswitheverymanIneed?”
GurneylookedatJessica,spokeinaforlorn,pleadingnotesounlikehim:
“Thenyou,myLady,please...youkillme.”
Jessicacrossedtohim,putherhandsonhisshoulders.“Gurney,whydoyouinsisttheAtreidesmustkillthosetheylove?”Gently,shepulledthespreadrobeoutofhisfingers,closedandfastenedthefabricoverhischest.
Gurneyspokebrokenly:“But...I....”
“YouthoughtyouweredoingathingforLeto,”shesaid,“andforthisIhonoryou.”
“MyLady,”Gurneysaid.Hedroppedhischintohischest,squeezedhiseyelidsclosedagainstthetears.
