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Book Three: The Prophet
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TheEmperorbrushedahandthroughhisredhair,glancedatthebacksofthetwoGuildsmen.
“EvenyourBeneGesseritTruthsayeristrembling,”Paulsaid.“ThereareotherpoisonstheReverendMotherscanusefortheirtricks,butoncethey’veusedthespiceliquor,theothersnolongerwork.”
Theoldwomanpulledhershapelessblackrobesaroundher,pressedforwardoutofthecrowdtostandatthebarrierlances.
“ReverendMotherGaiusHelenMohiam,”Paulsaid.“IthasbeenalongtimesinceCaladan,hasn’tit?”
Shelookedpasthimathismother,said:“Well,Jessica,Iseethatyoursonisindeedtheone.Forthatyoucanbeforgiveneventheabominationofyourdaughter.”
Paulstilledacold,piercinganger,said:“You’veneverhadtherightorcausetoforgivemymotheranything!”
Theoldwomanlockedeyeswithhim.
“Tryyourtricksonme,oldwitch,”Paulsaid.“Where’syourgomjabbar?
Trylookingintothatplacewhereyoudarenotlook!You’llfindmetherestaringoutatyou!”
Theoldwomandroppedhergaze.
“Haveyounothingtosay?”Pauldemanded.
“Iwelcomedyoutotheranksofhumans,”shemuttered.“Don’tbesmirchthat.”
Paulraisedhisvoice:“Observeher,comrades!ThisisaBeneGesseritReverendMother,patientinapatientcause.Shecouldwaitwithhersisters—ninetygenerationsforthepropercombinationofgenesandenvironmenttoproducetheonepersontheirschemesrequired.Observeher!Sheknowsnowthattheninetygenerationshaveproducedthatperson.HereIstand...but...I...will...never...do...her...
