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Book Three: The Prophet
We’reshapedbysuchforces.Youcansaytoyourself,‘Yes,Iseehowsuchathingmaybe.’Butwhenyoulookinwardandconfronttherawforceofyourownlifeunshielded,youseeyourperil.Youseethatthiscouldoverwhelmyou.ThegreatestperiltotheGiveristheforcethat
takes.ThegreatestperiltotheTakeristheforcethatgives.It’saseasytobeoverwhelmedbygivingasbytaking.”
“Andyou,myson,”Jessicaasked,“areyouonewhogivesoronewhotakes?”
“I’matthefulcrum,”hesaid.“IcannotgivewithouttakingandIcannottakewithout....”Hebrokeoff,lookingtothewallathisright.
Chanifeltadraftagainsthercheek,turnedtoseethehangingsclose.
“ItwasOtheym,”Paulsaid.“Hewaslistening.”
Acceptingthewords,ChaniwastouchedbysomeofthepresciencethathauntedPaul,andsheknewathing-yet-to-beasthoughitalreadyhadoccurred.
Otheymwouldspeakofwhathehadseenandheard.Otherswouldspreadthestoryuntilitwasafireovertheland.Paul-Muad’Dibisnotasothermen,theywouldsay.Therecanbenomoredoubt.Heisaman,yetheseesthroughtotheWaterofLifeinthewayofaReverendMother.HeisindeedtheLisanal-Gaib.
“Youhaveseenthefuture,Paul,”Jessicasaid.“Willyousaywhatyou’veseen?”
“Notthefuture,”hesaid.“I’veseentheNow.”Heforcedhimselftoasittingposition,wavedChaniasideasshemovedtohelphim.“TheSpaceaboveArrakisisfilledwiththeshipsoftheGuild.”
Jessicatrembledatthecertaintyinhisvoice.
“ThePadishahEmperorhimselfisthere,”Paulsaid.
