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Book Three: The Prophet
Iwilleasetheharshnessoftheplacewithallthepowersatmydisposal.Itshallbecomeagardenworld,fullofgentlethings.”
AsthehiddenimportofPaul’swordsgrewintheEmperor’smind,heglaredacrosstheroomatPaul.“Nowweseetruemotives,”hesneered.
“Indeed,”Paulsaid.
“AndwhatofArrakis?”theEmperorasked.“Anothergardenworldfullofgentlethings?”
“TheFremenhavethewordofMuad‘Dib,”Paulsaid.“Therewillbeflowingwaterhereopentotheskyandgreenoasesrichwithgoodthings.Butwehavethespicetothinkof,too.Thus,therewillalwaysbedesertonArrakis...andfiercewinds,andtrialstotoughenaman.WeFremenhaveasaying:‘GodcreatedArrakistotrainthefaithful.’OnecannotgoagainstthewordofGod.”
TheoldTruthsayer,theReverendMotherGaiusHelenMohiam,hadherownviewofthehiddenmeaninginPaul’swordsnow.Sheglimpsedthejihadandsaid:“Youcannotloosethesepeopleupontheuniverse!”
“YouwillthinkbacktothegentlewaysoftheSardaukar!”Paulsnapped.
“Youcannot,”shewhispered.
“You’reaTruthsayer,”Paulsaid.“Reviewyourwords.”HeglancedatthePrincessRoyal,backtotheEmperor.“Bestbedonequickly,Majesty.”
TheEmperorturnedastrickenlookuponhisdaughter.Shetouchedhisarm,spokesoothingly:“ForthisIwastrained,Father.”
Hetookadeepbreath.
“Youcannotstaythisthing,”theoldTruthsayermuttered.
TheEmperorstraightened,standingstifflywithalookofremembereddignity.“Whowillnegotiateforyou,kinsman?”heasked.
