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Book Three: The Prophet
Hesatdown,pullinghisrobesaroundhislegs,looseninghisstillsuitattheneck.
“TheEmperorisstillholedupintheremainsofhisship,”Gurneysaid.
“Fornow,containhimthere,”Paulsaid.“HavetheyfoundtheHarkonnensyet?”
“They’restillexaminingthedead.”
“Whatreplyfromtheshipsupthere?”Hejerkedhischintowardtheceiling.
“Noreplyyet,m’Lord.”
Paulsighed,restingagainstthebackofhischair.Presently,hesaid:“BringmeacaptiveSardaukar.WemustsendamessagetoourEmperor.It’stimetodiscussterms.”
“Yes,m’Lord.”
Gurneyturnedaway,droppedahandsignaltooneoftheFedaykinwhotookupclose-guardpositionbesidePaul.
“Gurney,”Paulwhispered.“Sincewe’vebeenrejoinedI’veyettohearyouproducetheproperquotationfortheevent.”Heturned,sawGurneyswallow,sawthesuddengrimhardeningoftheman’sjaw.
“Asyouwish,m‘Lord,”Gurneysaid.Heclearedhisthroat,rasped:“‘Andthevictorythatdaywasturnedintomourninguntoallthepeople:forthepeopleheardsaythatdayhowthekingwasgrievedforhisson.’”
Paulclosedhiseyes,forcinggriefoutofhismind,lettingitwaitashehadoncewaitedtomournhisfather.Now,hegavehisthoughtsovertothisday’saccumulateddiscoveries—themixedfuturesandthehiddenpresenceofAliawithinhisawareness.
Ofalltheusesoftime-vision,thiswasthestrangest.“Ihavebreastedthefuturetoplacemywordswhereonlyyoucanhearthem,”Aliahadsaid.“Evenyoucannotdothat,mybrother.Ifinditaninterestingplay.And...
