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Book One: Dune
AndnotallthepreparationsoftheMissionariaProtectivanorHawat’ssuspiciousinspectionofthiscastellatedpileofrockscoulddispelthefeeling.
“Whenyou’vefinishedhangingthose,startunpackingtheboxes,”Jessicasaid.“Oneofthecargomenattheentryhasallthekeysandknowswherethingsshouldgo.Getthekeysandthelistfromhim.IfthereareanyquestionsI’llbeinthesouthwing.”
“Asyouwill,myLady,”Mapessaid.
Jessicaturnedaway,thinking:Hawatmayhavepassedthisresidencyassafe,butthere’ssomethingwrongabouttheplace.Icanfeelit.
AnurgentneedtoseehersongrippedJessica.Shebeganwalkingtowardthearcheddoorwaythatledintothepassagetothedininghallandthefamilywings.
Fasterandfastershewalkeduntilshewasalmostrunning.
Behindher,Mapespausedinclearingthewrappingsfromthebull’shead,lookedattheretreatingback.“She’stheOneallright,”shemuttered.“Poorthing.”
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“Yueh!Yueh!Yueh!”goestherefrain.“AmilliondeathswerenotenoughforYueh!”
—from“AChild’sHistoryofMuad’Dib”bythePrincessIrulan
THEDOORstoodajar,andJessicasteppedthroughitintoaroomwithyellowwalls.Toherleftstretchedalowsetteeofblackhideandtwoemptybookcases,ahangingwaterflaskwithdustonitsbulgingsides.Toherright,bracketinganotherdoor,stoodmoreemptybookcases,adeskfromCaladanandthreechairs.AtthewindowsdirectlyaheadofherstoodDr.Yueh,hisbacktoher,hisattentionfixedupontheoutsideworld.
Jessicatookanothersilentstepintotheroom.
