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Book Three: The Prophet
Helookedattherockceilingofhiscell.“WithhisfavoriteTruthsayerandfivelegionsofSardaukar.
TheoldBaronVladimirHarkonnenistherewithThufirHawatbesidehimandsevenshipsjammedwitheveryconscripthecouldmuster.EveryGreatHousehasitsraidersaboveus...waiting.”
Chanishookherhead,unabletolookawayfromPaul.Hisstrangeness,theflattoneofvoice,thewayhelookedthroughher,filledherwithawe.
Jessicatriedtoswallowinadrythroat,said:“Forwhataretheywaiting?”
Paullookedather.“FortheGuild’spermissiontoland.TheGuildwillstrandonArrakisanyforcethatlandswithoutpermission.”
“TheGuild’sprotectingus?”Jessicaasked.
“Protectingus!TheGuilditselfcausedthisbyspreadingtalesaboutwhatwedohereandbyreducingtrooptransportfarestoapointwhereeventhepoorestHousesareuptherenowwaitingtolootus.”
Jessicanotedthelackofbitternessinhistone,wonderedatit.Shecouldn’tdoubthiswords—theyhadthatsameintensityshe’dseeninhimthenighthe’drevealedthepathofthefuturethat’dtakenthemamongtheFremen.
Paultookadeepbreath,said:“Mother,youmustchangeaquantityoftheWaterforus.Weneedthecatalyst.Chani,haveascoutforcesentout...tofindapre-spicemass.IfweplantaquantityoftheWaterofLifeaboveapre-spicemass,doyouknowwhatwillhappen?”
Jessicaweighedhiswords,suddenlysawthroughtohismeaning.“Paul!”shegasped.
“TheWaterofDeath,”hesaid.“It’dbeachainreaction.”Hepointedtothefloor.
