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Book Three: The Prophet
“Don’tmakethemistakeyourfathermade!”
“She’saprincess,”Paulsaid.“She’smykeytothethrone,andthat’sallshe’lleverbe.Mistake?YouthinkbecauseI’mwhatyoumademethatIcannotfeeltheneedforrevenge?”
“Evenontheinnocent?”sheasked,andshethought:HemustnotmakethemistakesImade.
“Therearenoinnocentanymore,”Paulsaid.
“TellthattoChani,”Jessicasaid,andgesturedtowardthepassagefromtherearoftheResidency.
ChanienteredtheGreatHallthere,walkingbetweentheFremenguardsasthoughunawareofthem.Herhoodandstillsuitcapwerethrownback,facemaskfastenedaside.ShewalkedwithafragileuncertaintyasshecrossedtheroomtostandbesideJessica.
Paulsawthemarksoftearsonhercheeks—Shegiveswatertothedead.Hefeltapangofgriefstrikethroughhim,butitwasasthoughhecouldonlyfeelthisthingthroughChani’spresence.
“Heisdead,beloved,”Chanisaid.“Oursonisdead.”
Holdinghimselfunderstiffcontrol,Paulgottohisfeet.Hereachedout,touchedChani’scheek,feelingthedampnessofhertears.“Hecannotbereplaced,”Paulsaid,“buttherewillbeothersons.ItisUsulwhopromisesthis.”
Gently,hemovedheraside,gesturedtoStilgar.
“Muad’Dib,”Stilgarsaid.
“Theycomefromtheship,theEmperorandhispeople,”Paulsaid.“Iwillstandhere.Assemblethecaptivesinanopenspaceinthecenteroftheroom.
TheywillbekeptatadistanceoftenmetersfrommeunlessIcommandotherwise.”
“Asyoucommand,Muad’Dib.
