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Book One: Dune
Butthepoisoninhim,deepinhismind,istheknowledgethatanAtreideshadaHarkonnenbanishedforcowardiceaftertheBattleofCorrin.”
“Theoldfeud,”Yuehmuttered.Andforamomenthefeltanacidtouchofhate.Theoldfeudhadtrappedhiminitsweb,killedhisWannaor—worse—leftherforHarkonnentorturesuntilherhusbanddidtheirbidding.Theoldfeudhadtrappedhimandthesepeoplewerepartofthatpoisonousthing.TheironywasthatsuchdeadlinessshouldcometoflowerhereonArrakis,theonesourceintheuniverseofmelange,theprolongeroflife,thegiverofhealth.
“Whatareyouthinking?”sheasked.
“Iamthinkingthatthespicebringssixhundredandtwentythousandsolaristhedecagramontheopenmarketrightnow.Thatiswealthtobuymanythings.”
“Doesgreedtouchevenyou,Wellington?”
“Notgreed.”
“Whatthen?”
Heshrugged.“Futility.”Heglancedather.“Canyourememberyourfirsttasteofspice?”
“Ittastedlikecinnamon.”
“Butnevertwicethesame,”hesaid.“It’slikelife—itpresentsadifferentfaceeachtimeyoutakeit.Someholdthatthespiceproducesalearned-flavorreaction.Thebody,learningathingisgoodforit,interpretstheflavoraspleasurable—slightlyeuphoric.And,likelife,nevertobetrulysynthesized.”
“Ithinkitwould’vebeenwiserforustogorenegade,totakeourselvesbeyondtheImperialreach,”shesaid.
Hesawthatshehadn’tbeenlisteningtohim,focusedonherwords,wondering:Yes—whydidn’tshemakehimdothis?Shecouldmakehimdovirtuallyanything.
