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Book One: Dune
feelespeciallysorryforyou,I’mafraidIthinkofyouas...well,Jessica.”
“Sorryforme?Whateverfor?”
Yuehshrugged.Longago,hehadrealizedJessicawasnotgiftedwiththefullTruthsayashisWannahadbeen.Still,healwaysusedthetruthwithJessicawheneverpossible.Itwassafest.
“You’veseenthisplace,my...Jessica.”Hestumbledoverthename,plungedahead:“SobarrenafterCaladan.Andthepeople!Thosetownswomenwepassedonthewayherewailingbeneaththeirveils.Thewaytheylookedatus.”
Shefoldedherarmsacrossherbreast,huggingherself,feelingthecrysknifethere,abladegroundfromasandworm’stooth,ifthereportswereright.“It’sjustthatwe’restrangetothem—differentpeople,differentcustoms.They’veknownonlytheHarkonnens.”Shelookedpasthimoutthewindows.“Whatwereyoustaringatoutthere?”
Heturnedbacktothewindow.“Thepeople.”
Jessicacrossedtohisside,lookedtothelefttowardthefrontofthehousewhereYueh’sattentionwasfocused.Alineoftwentypalmtreesgrewthere,thegroundbeneaththemsweptclean,barren.Ascreenfenceseparatedthemfromtheroaduponwhichrobedpeoplewerepassing.Jessicadetectedafaintshimmeringintheairbetweenherandthepeople—ahouseshield—andwentontostudythepassingthrong,wonderingwhyYuehfoundthemsoabsorbing.
Thepatternemergedandsheputahandtohercheek.Thewaythepassingpeoplelookedatthepalmtrees!Shesawenvy,somehate...evenasenseofhope.Eachpersonrakedthosetreeswithafixityofexpression.
