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Book One: Dune
Hehadbecomesuchasavage,drivingpersonsincethedecisiontobowtotheEmperor’scommand.
“Thewholecityfeelscold,”shesaid.
“It’sadirty,dustylittlegarrisontown,”heagreed.“Butwe’llchangethat.”
Helookedaroundthehall.“Thesearepublicroomsforstateoccasions.I’vejustglancedatsomeofthefamilyapartmentsinthesouthwing.They’remuchnicer.”Hesteppedcloser,touchedherarm,admiringherstateliness.
Andagain,hewonderedatherunknownancestry—arenegadeHouse,perhaps?Someblack-barredroyalty?ShelookedmoreregalthantheEmperor’sownblood.
Underthepressureofhisstare,sheturnedhalfaway,exposingherprofile.
Andherealizedtherewasnosingleandprecisethingthatbroughtherbeautytofocus.Thefacewasovalunderacapofhairthecolorofpolishedbronze.Hereyesweresetwide,asgreenandclearasthemorningskiesofCaladan.Thenosewassmall,themouthwideandgenerous.Herfigurewasgoodbutscant:tallandwithitscurvesgonetoslimness.
Herememberedthatthelaysistersattheschoolhadcalledherskinny,sohisbuyershadtoldhim.Butthatdescriptionoversimplified.ShehadbroughtaregalbeautybackintotheAtreidesline.HewasgladthatPaulfavoredher.
“Where’sPaul?”heasked.
“SomeplacearoundthehousetakinghislessonswithYueh.”
“Probablyinthesouthwing,”hesaid.“IthoughtIheardYueh’svoice,butIcouldn’ttaketimetolook.”Heglanceddownather,hesitating.“IcamehereonlytohangthekeyofCaladanCastleinthedininghall.
