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Book One: Dune
“WhereThufirHawatgoes,deathanddeceitfollow.”
“Youmalignhim.”
“Malign?Ipraisehim.Deathanddeceitareouronlyhopesnow.IjustdonotfoolmyselfaboutThufir’smethods.”
“Youshould...keepbusy,”hesaid.“Giveyourselfnotimeforsuchmorbid
—”
“Busy!Whatisitthattakesmostofmytime,Wellington?IamtheDuke’ssecretary—sobusythateachdayIlearnnewthingstofear...thingsevenhedoesn’tsuspectIknow.”Shecompressedherlips,spokethinly:“SometimesIwonderhowmuchmyBeneGesseritbusinesstrainingfiguredinhischoiceofme.”
“Whatdoyoumean?”Hefoundhimselfcaughtbythecynicaltone,thebitternessthathehadneverseenherexpose.
“Don’tyouthink,Wellington,”sheasked,“thatasecretaryboundtoonebyloveissomuchsafer?”
“Thatisnotaworthythought,Jessica.”
Therebukecamenaturallytohislips.TherewasnodoubthowtheDukefeltabouthisconcubine.Onehadonlytowatchhimashefollowedherwithhiseyes.
Shesighed.“You’reright.It’snotworthy.”
Again,shehuggedherself,pressingthesheathedcrysknifeagainstherfleshandthinkingoftheunfinishedbusinessitrepresented.
“There’llbemuchbloodshedsoon,”shesaid.“TheHarkonnenswon’trestuntilthey’redeadormyDukedestroyed.TheBaroncannotforgetthatLetoisacousinoftheroyalblood—nomatterwhatthedistance—whiletheHarkonnentitlescameoutoftheCHOAMpocketbook.
