Book One

A beginning is the time for taking the most delicate care that the balances are correct. This every sister of the Bene Gesserit knows. To begin your study of the life of Muad'Dib, then, take care that you first place him in his time: born in the 57th year of the Padishah Emperor, Shaddam IV. And take the most special care that you locate Muad'Dib in his place: the planet Arrakis. Do not be deceived by the fact that he was born on Caladan and lived his first fifteen years there. Arrakis, the planet known as Dune, is forever his place.

- from "Manual of Muad'Dib" by the Princess Irulan

In the week before their departure to Arrakis, when all the final scurrying about had reache...early unbearable frenzy, an old crone came to visit the mother of the boy, Paul.

It wa...arm night at Castle Caladan, and the ancient pile of stone that had served the Atreides family as home for twenty-six generations bore that cooled-sweat feeling it acquired befor...hange in the weather.

The old woman was let in by the side door down the vaulted passage by Paul's room and she was allowe...oment to peer in at him where he lay in his bed.

By the half-light o...uspensor lamp, dimmed and hanging near the floor, the awakened boy could se...ulky female shape at his door, standing one step ahead of his mother. The old woman wa...itch shado...air like matted spiderwebs, hooded 'round darkness of features, eyes like glittering jewels.

"Is he not small for his age, Jessica?" the old woman asked. Her voice wheezed and twanged like an untuned baliset.

Paul's mother answered in her soft contralto: "The Atreides are known to start late getting their growth, Your Reverence."

"So I've heard, so I've heard," wheezed the old woman. "Yet he's already fifteen."

"Yes, Your Reverence."

"He's awake and listening to us," said the old woman. "Sly little rascal." She chuckled. "But royalty has need of slyness. And if he's really the Kwisatz Haderac... . wel... ."

Within the shadows of his bed, Paul held his eyes open to mere slits. Two bird-bright oval...he eyes of the old woma...eemed to expand and glow as they stared into his.

"Sleep well, you sly little rascal," said the old woman. "Tomorrow you'll need all your faculties to meet my gom jabbar."

And she was gone, pushing his mother out, closing the door wit...olid thump.

Paul lay awake wondering: What'...om jabbar?

In all the upset during this time of change, the old woman was the strangest thing he had seen.

Your Reverence .

And the way she called his mother Jessica lik...ommon serving wench instead of what she wa... Bene Gesserit Lady...uke's concubine and mother of the ducal heir.

I...om jabbar something of Arraki...ust know before we go there? he wondered.

He mouthed her strange words: Gom jabba... . Kwisatz Haderach .

There had been so many things to learn. Arrakis would b...lace so different from Caladan that Paul's mind whirled with the new knowledge. Arraki...un...esert Planet .

Thufir Hawat, his father's Master of Assassins, had explained it: their mortal enemies, the Harkonnens, had been on Arrakis eighty years, holding the planet in quasi-fief unde...HOAM Company contract to mine the geriatric spice, melange. Now the Harkonnens were leaving to be replaced by the House of Atreides in fief-complet...n apparent victory for the Duke Leto. Yet, Hawat had said, this appearance contained the deadliest peril, for the Duke Leto was popular among the Great Houses of the Landsraad.

"A popular man arouses the jealousy of the powerful," Hawat had said.

Arraki...un...esert Planet .

Paul fell asleep to dream of an Arrakeen cavern, silent people all around him moving in the dim light of glowglobes. It was solemn there and lik...athedral as he listened t...aint soun...he drip-drip-drip of water. Even while he remained in the dream, Paul knew he would remember it upon awakening. He always remembered the dreams that were predictions.

The dream faded.

Paul awoke to feel himself in the warmth of his be...hinkin... . thinking. This world of Castle Caladan, without play or companions his own age, perhaps did not deserve sadness in farewell. Dr. Yueh, his teacher, had hinted that the faufreluches class system was not rigidly guarded on Arrakis. The planet sheltered people who lived at the desert edge without caid or bashar to command them: will-o'-the-sand people called Fremen, marked down on no census of the Imperial Regate.

Arraki...un...esert Planet .

Paul sensed his own tensions, decided to practice one of the mind-body lessons his mother had taught him. Three quick breaths triggered the responses: he fell into the floating awarenes... . focusing the consciousnes... . aortal dilatio... . avoiding the unfocused mechanism of consciousnes... . to be conscious by choic... . blood enriched and swift-flooding the overload region... . one does not obtain food-safety-freedom by instinct alon... . animal consciousness does not extend beyond the given moment nor into the idea that its victims may become extinc... . the animal destroys and does not produc... . animal pleasures remain close to sensation levels and avoid the perceptua... . the human require...ackground grid through which to see his univers... . focused consciousness by choice, this forms your gri... . bodily integrity follows nerve-blood flow according to the deepest awareness of cell need... . all things/cells/beings are impermanen... . strive for flow-permanence withi... .

Over and over and over within Paul's floating awareness the lesson rolled.

When dawn touched Paul's window sill with yellow light, he sensed it through closed eyelids, opened them, hearing then the renewed bustle and hurry in the castle, seeing the familiar patterned beams of his bedroom ceiling.

The hall door opened and his mother peered in, hair like shaded bronze held wit...lack ribbon at the crown, her oval face emotionless and green eyes staring solemnly.

"You're awake," she said. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes."

He studied the tallness of her, saw the hint of tension in her shoulders as she chose clothing for him from the closet racks. Another might have missed the tension, but she had trained him in the Bene Gesserit Way  - in the minutiae of observation. She turned, holdin...emiformal jacket for him. It carried the red Atreides hawk crest above the breast pocket.

"Hurry and dress," she said. "Reverend Mother is waiting."

"I dreamed of her once," Paul said. "Who is she?"

"She was my teacher at the Bene Gesserit school. Now, she's the Emperor's Truthsayer. And Pau... . " She hesitated. "You must tell her about your dreams."

"I will. Is she the reason we got Arrakis?"

"We did not get Arrakis." Jessica flicked dust fro...air of trousers, hung them with the jacket on the dressing stand beside his bed. "Don't keep Reverend Mother waiting."

Paul sat up, hugged his knees. "What'...om jabbar?"

Again, the training she had given him exposed her almost invisible hesitation...ervous betrayal he felt as fear.

Jessica crossed to the window, flung wide the draperies, stared across the river orchards toward Mount Syub... "You'll learn abou... . the gom jabbar soon enough," she said.

He heard the fear in her voice and wondered at it.

Jessica spoke without turning. "Reverend Mother is waiting in my morning room. Please hurry."

The Reverend Mother Gaius Helen Mohiam sat i...apestried chair watching mother and son approach. Windows on each side of her overlooked the curving southern bend of the river and the green farmlands of the Atreides family holding, but the Reverend Mother ignored the view. She was feeling her age this morning, more tha...ittle petulant. She blamed it on space travel and association with that abominable Spacing Guild and its secretive ways. But here wa...ission that required personal attention fro...ene Gesserit-with-the-Sight. Even the Padishah Emperor's Truthsayer couldn't evade that responsibility when the duty call came.

Damn that Jessica! the Reverend Mother thought. If only she'd borne u...irl as she was ordered to do!

Jessica stopped three paces from the chair, droppe...mall curtsy...entle flick of left hand along the line of her skirt. Paul gave the short bow his dancing master had taugh...he one used "when in doubt of another's station."

The nuances of Paul's greeting were not lost on the Reverend Mother. She said: "He'...autious one, Jessica."

Jessica's hand went to Paul's shoulder, tightened there. Fo...eartbeat, fear pulsed through her palm. Then she had herself under control. "Thus he has been taught, Your Reverence."

What does she fear? Paul wondered.

The old woman studied Paul in one gestalten flicker: face oval like Jessica's, but strong bone... . hair: the Duke's black-black but with browline of the maternal grandfather who cannot be named, and that thin, disdainful nose; shape of directly staring green eyes: like the old Duke, the paternal grandfather who is dead.

Now, there wa...an who appreciated the power of bravur...ven in deat...he Reverend Mother thought.

"Teaching is one thing," she said, "the basic ingredient is another. We shall see." The old eyes darte...ard glance at Jessica. "Leave us...njoin you to practice the meditation of peace."

Jessica took her hand from Paul's shoulder. "Your Reverence... "

"Jessica, you know it must be done."

Paul looked up at his mother, puzzled.

Jessica straightened. "Ye... . of course."

Paul looked back at the Reverend Mother. Politeness and his mother's obvious awe of this old woman argued caution. Yet he felt an angry apprehension at the fear he sensed radiating from his mother.

"Pau... . " Jessica too...eep breath. "... this test you're about to receiv... . it's important to me."

"Test?" He looked up at her.

"Remember that you'r...uke's son, "Jessica said. She whirled and strode from the room i...ry swishing of skirt. The door closed solidly behind her.

Paul faced the old woman, holding anger in check. "Does one dismiss the Lady Jessica as though she wer...erving wench?"

A smile flicked the corners of the wrinkled old mouth. "The Lady Jessica was my serving wench, lad, for fourteen years at school." She nodded. "An...ood one, too. Now, you come here!"

The command whipped out at him. Paul found himself obeying before he could think about it. Using the Voice on m...e thought. He stopped at her gesture, standing beside her knees.

"See this?" she asked. From the folds of her gown, she lifte...reen metal cube about fifteen centimeters o...ide. She turned it and Paul saw that one side was ope...lack and oddly frightening. No light penetrated that open blackness.

"Put your right hand in the box," she said.

Fear shot through Paul. He started to back away, but the old woman said: "Is this how you obey your mother?"

He looked up into bird-bright eyes.

Slowly, feeling the compulsions and unable to inhibit them, Paul put his hand into the box. He felt firs...ense of cold as the blackness closed around his hand, then slick metal against his fingers an...rickling as though his hand were asleep.

A predatory look filled the old woman's features. She lifted her right hand away from the box and poised the hand close to the side of Paul's neck. He sa...lint of metal there and started to turn toward...

"Stop!" she snapped.

Using the Voice again! He swung his attention back to her face.

"I hold at your neck the gom jabbar," she said. "The gom jabbar, the high-handed enemy. It'...eedle wit...rop of poison on its tip. Ah-ah! Don't pull away or you'll feel that poison."

Paul tried to swallow i...ry throat. He could not take his attention from the seamed old face, the glistening eyes, the pale gums around silvery metal teeth that flashed as she spoke.

"A duke's son must know about poisons," she said. "It's the way of our times, eh? Musky, to be poisoned in your drink. Aumas, to be poisoned in your food. The quick ones and the slow ones and the ones in between. Here'...ew one for you: the gom jabbar. It kills only animals."

Pride overcame Paul's fear. "You dare sugges...uke's son is an animal?" he demanded.

"Let us sa...uggest you may be human," she said. "Steady...arn you not to try jerking away...m old, but my hand can drive this needle into your neck before you escape me."

"Who are you?" he whispered. "How did you trick my mother into leaving me alone with you? Are you from the Harkonnens?"

"The Harkonnens? Bless us, no! Now, be silent." QQQ...ry finger touched his neck and he stilled the involuntary urge to leap away.

"Good," she said. "You pass the first test. Now, here's the way of the rest of it: If you withdraw your hand from the box you die. This is the only rule. Keep your hand in the box and live. Withdraw it and die."

Paul too...eep breath to still his trembling. "I...all out there'll be servants on you in seconds and you'll die."

"Servants will not pass your mother who stands guard outside that door. Depend on it. Your mother survived this test. Now it's your turn. Be honored. We seldom administer this to men-children."

Curiosity reduced Paul's fear t...anageable level. He heard truth in the old woman's voice, no denying it. If his mother stood guard out ther... . if this were trul...es... . And whatever it was, he knew himself caught in it, trapped by that hand at his neck: the gom jabbar. He recalled the response from the Litany against Fear as his mother had taught him out of the Bene Gesserit rite.

"I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration...ill face my fear...ill permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone pas...ill turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Onl...ill remain ."

He felt calmness return, said: "Get on with it, old woman."

"Old woman!" she snapped. "You've courage, and that can't be denied. Well, we shall see, sirra." She bent close, lowered her voice almost t...hisper. "You will feel pain in this hand within the box. Pain. But! Withdraw the hand and I'll touch your neck with my gom jabba...he death so swift it's like the fall of the headsman's axe. Withdraw your hand and the gom jabbar takes you. Understand?"

"What's in the box?"

"Pain."

He felt increased tingling in his hand, pressed his lips tightly together. How could this b...est? he wondered. The tingling became an itch.

The old woman said; "You've heard of animals chewing of...eg to escap...rap? There's an animal kind of trick...uman would remain in the trap, endure the pain, feigning death that he might kill the trapper and remov...hreat to his kind."

The itch became the faintest burning. "Why are you doing this?" he demanded.

"To determine if you're human. Be silent."

Paul clenched his left hand int...ist as the burning sensation increased in the other hand. It mounted slowly: heat upon heat upon hea... . upon heat. He felt the fingernails of his free hand biting the palm. He tried to flex the fingers of the burning hand, but couldn't move them.

"It burns," he whispered.

"Silence!"

Pain throbbed up his arm. Sweat stood out on his forehead. Every fiber cried out to withdraw the hand from that burning pi... . bu... . the gom jabbar. Without turning his head, he tried to move his eyes to see that terrible needle poised beside his neck. He sensed that he was breathing in gasps, tried to slow his breaths and couldn't.

Pain!

His world emptied of everything except that hand immersed in agony, the ancient face inches away staring at him.

His lips were so dry he had difficulty separating them.

The burning! The burning!

He thought he could feel skin curling black on that agonized hand, the flesh crisping and dropping away until only charred bones remained.

It stopped!

As thoug...witch had been turned off, the pain stopped.

Paul felt his right arm trembling, felt sweat bathing his body.

"Enough," the old woman muttered. "Kull wahad! No woman child ever withstood that much...ust've wanted you to fail." She leaned back, withdrawing the gom jabbar from the side of his neck. "Take your hand from the box, young human, and look at it."

He fought down an aching shiver, stared at the lightless void where his hand seemed to remain of its own volition. Memory of pain inhibited every movement. Reason told him he would withdra...lackened stump from that box.

"Do it!" she snapped.

He jerked his hand from the box, stared at it astonished. No...ark. No sign of agony on the flesh. He held up the hand, turned it, flexed the fingers.

"Pain by nerve induction," she said. "Can't go around maiming potential humans. There're those who'd giv...retty for the secret of this box, though." She slipped it into the folds of her gown.

"But the pai..." he said.

"Pain," she sniffed. "A human can override any nerve in the body."

Paul felt his left hand aching, uncurled the clenched fingers, looked at four bloody marks where fingernails had bitten his palm. He dropped the hand to his side, looked at the old woman. "You did that to my mother once?"

"Ever sift sand throug...creen?" she asked.

The tangential slash of her question shocked his mind int...igher awareness: Sand throug...cree...e nodded.

"We Bene Gesserit sift people to find the humans."

He lifted his right hand, willing the memory of the pain. "And that's all there is to i...ain?"

"I observed you in pain, lad. Pain's merely the axis of the test. Your mother's told you about our ways of observing...ee the signs of her teaching in you. Our test is crisis and observation."

He heard the confirmation in her voice, said: "It's truth!"

She stared at him. He senses truth! Could he be the one? Could he truly be the one? She extinguished the excitement, reminding herself: "Hope clouds observation ."

"You know when people believe what they say," she said.

"I know it."

The harmonics of ability confirmed by repeated test were in his voice. She heard them, said: "Perhaps you are the Kwisatz Haderach. Sit down, little brother, here at my feet."

"I prefer to stand."

"Your mother sat at my feet once."

"I'm not my mother."

"You hate u...ittle, eh?" She looked toward the door, called out: "Jessica!"

The door flew open and Jessica stood there staring hard-eyed into the room. Hardness melted from her as she saw Paul. She manage...aint smile.

"Jessica, have you ever stopped hating me?" the old woman asked.

"I both love and hate you," Jessica said. "The hat...hat's from pain...ust never forget. The lov...hat'... . "

"Just the basic fact," the old woman said, but her voice was gentle. "You may come in now, but remain silent. Close that door and mind it that no one interrupts us."

Jessica stepped into the room, closed the door and stood with her back to it. My son live...he thought. My son lives and i... . human...new he wa... . bu... . he lives. Now...an go on livin...he door felt hard and real against her back. Everything in the room was immediate and pressing against her senses.

My son lives .

Paul looked at his mother. She told the trut...e wanted to get away alone and think this experience through, but knew he could not leave until he was dismissed. The old woman had gaine...ower over him. They spoke trut...is mother had undergone this test. There must be terrible purpose in i... . the pain and fear had been terrible. He understood terrible purposes. They drove against all odds. They were their own necessity. Paul felt that he had been infected with terrible purpose. He did not know yet what the terrible purpose was.

"Some day, lad," the old woman said, "you, too, may have to stand outsid...oor like that. It take...easure of doing."

Paul looked down at the hand that had known pain, then up to the Reverend Mother. The sound of her voice had containe...ifference then from any other voice in his experience. The words were outlined in brilliance. There was an edge to them. He felt that any question he might ask her would bring an answer that could lift him out of his flesh-world into something greater.

"Why do you test for humans?" he asked.

"To set you free."

"Free?"

"Once men turned their thinking over to machines in the hope that this would set them free. But that only permitted other men with machines to enslave them."

"'Thou shalt not mak...achine in the likeness o...an's mind,' " Paul quoted.

"Right out of the Butlerian Jihad and the Orange Catholic Bible," she said. "But what the O.C. Bible should've said is: 'Thou shalt not mak...achine to counterfei...uman mind.' Have you studied the Mentat in your service?"

"I've studied with Thufir Hawat."

"The Great Revolt took awa...rutch," she said. "It forced human minds to develop. Schools were started to train human talents."

"Bene Gesserit schools?"

She nodded. "We have two chief survivors of those ancient schools: the Bene Gesserit and the Spacing Guild. The Guild, so we think, emphasizes almost pure mathematics. Bene Gesserit performs another function."

"Politics," he said.

"Kull wahad!" the old woman said. She sen...ard glance at Jessica.

"I've not told him. Your Reverence," Jessica said.

The Reverend Mother returned her attention to Paul. "You did that on remarkably few clues," she said. "Politics indeed. The original Bene Gesserit school was directed by those who saw the need o...hread of continuity in human affairs. They saw there could be no such continuity without separating human stock from animal stoc...or breeding purposes."

The old woman's words abruptly lost their special sharpness for Paul. He felt an offense against what his mother called his instinct for rightnes...t wasn't that Reverend Mother lied to him. She obviously believed what she said. It was something deeper, something tied to his terrible purpose.

He said: "But my mother tells me many Bene Gesserit of the schools don't know their ancestry."

"The genetic lines are always in our records," she said. "Your mother knows that either she's of Bene Gesserit descent or her stock was acceptable in itself."

"Then why couldn't she know who her parents are?"

"Some d... . Many don't. We might, for example, have wanted to breed her t...lose relative to set u...ominant in some genetic trait. We have many reasons."

Again, Paul felt the offense against rightness. He said: "You tak...ot on yourselves."

The Reverend Mother stared at him, wondering: Di...ear criticism in his voice? "We carr...eavy burden," she said.

Paul felt himself coming more and more out of the shock of the test. He levele...easuring stare at her, said: "You say maybe I'm th... . Kwisatz Haderach. What's that...uman gom jabbar?"

"Paul," Jessica said. "You mustn't take that tone wit.."

"I'll handle this, Jessica," the old woman said. "Now, lad, do you know about the Truthsayer drug?"

"You take it to improve your ability to detect falsehood," he said. "My mother's told me."

"Have you ever seen truthtrance?"

He shook his head. "No."

"The drug's dangerous," she said, "but it gives insight. Whe...ruthsayer's gifted by the drug, she can look many places in her memor...n her body's memory. We look down so many avenues of the pas... . but only feminine avenues." Her voice took o...ote of sadness. "Yet, there'...lace where no Truthsayer can see. We are repelled by it, terrorized. It is sai...an will come one day and find in the gift of the drug his inward eye. He will look where we canno...nto both feminine and masculine pasts."

"Your Kwisatz Haderach?"

"Yes, the one who can be many places at once: the Kwisatz Haderach. Many men have tried the dru... . so many, but none has succeeded."

"They tried and failed, all of them?"

"Oh, no." She shook her head. "They tried and died."

To attempt an understanding of Muad'Dib without understanding his mortal enemies, the Harkonnens, is to attempt seeing Truth without knowing Falsehood. It is the attempt to see the Light without knowing Darkness. It cannot be.

- from "Manual of Muad'Dib" by the Princess Irulan

It wa...elief globe o...orld, partly in shadows, spinning under the impetus o...at hand that glittered with rings. The globe sat o...reeform stand at one wall o...indowless room whose other walls presente...atchwork of multicolored scrolls, filmbooks, tapes and reels. Light glowed in the room from golden balls hanging in mobile suspensor fields.

An ellipsoid desk wit...op of jade-pink petrified elacca wood stood at the center of the room. Veriform suspensor chairs ringed it, two of them occupied. In one sa...ark-haired youth of about sixteen years, round of face and with sullen eyes. The other hel...lender, short man with effeminate face.

Both youth and man stared at the globe and the man half-hidden in shadows spinning it.

A chuckle sounded beside the globe...asso voice rumbled out of the chuckle: "There it is, Pite...he biggest mantrap in all history. And the Duke's headed into its jaws. Is it no...agnificent thing that I, the Baron Vladimir Harkonnen, do?"

"Assuredly, Baron," said the man. His voice came out tenor wit...weet, musical quality.

The fat hand descended onto the globe, stopped the spinning. Now, all eyes in the room could focus on the motionless surface and see that it was the kind of globe made for wealthy collectors or planetary governors of the Empire. It had the stamp of Imperial handicraft about it. Latitude and longitude lines were laid in with hair-fine platinum wire. The polar caps were insets of finest cloud-milk diamonds.

The fat hand moved, tracing details on the surface. "I invite you to observe," the basso voice rumbled. "Observe closely, Piter, and you, too, Feyd-Rautha, my darling: from sixty degrees north to seventy degrees sout...hese exquisite ripples. Their coloring: does it not remind you of sweet caramels? And nowhere do you see blue of lakes or rivers or seas. And these lovely polar cap...o small. Could anyone mistake this place? Arrakis! Truly unique...uperb setting fo...nique Victory."

A smile touched Piter's lips. "And to think. Baron: the Padishah Emperor believes he's given the Duke your spice planet. How poignant."

"That'...onsensical statement," the Baron rumbled. "You say this to confuse young Feyd-Rautha, but it is not necessary to confuse my nephew."

The sullen-faced youth stirred in his chair, smoothe...rinkle in the black leotards he wore. He sat upright a...iscreet tapping sounded at the door in the wall behind him.

Piter unfolded from his chair, crossed to the door, cracked it wide enough to accep...essage cylinder. He closed the door, unrolled the cylinder and scanned it...huckle sounded from him. Another.

"Well?" the Baron demanded.

"The fool answered us, Baron!"

"Whenever did an Atreides refuse the opportunity fo...esture?" the Baron asked. "Well, what does he say?"

"He's most uncouth, Baron. Addresses you as 'Harkonnen'...o 'Sire et Cher Cousin,' no title, nothing."

"It'...ood name," the Baron growled, and his voice betrayed his impatience. "What does dear Leto say?"

"He says: 'Your offer o...eeting is refused...ave ofttimes met your treachery and this all men know.' "

"And?" the Baron asked.

"He says: 'The art of kanly still has admirers in the Empire. ' He signs it: 'Duke Leto of Arrakis.' " Piter began to laugh. "Of Arrakis! Oh, my! This is almost too rich!"

"Be silent, Piter," the Baron said, and the laughter stopped as though shut off wit...witch. "Kanly, is it?" the Baron asked. "Vendetta, heh? And he uses the nice old word so rich in tradition to be sur...now he means it."

"You made the peace gesture," Piter said. "The forms have been obeyed."

"Fo...entat, you talk too much, Piter," the Baron said. And he thought...ust do away with that one soon. He has almost outlived his usefulnes...he Baron stared across the room at his Mental assassin, seeing the feature about him that most people noticed first: the eyes, the shaded slits of blue within blue, the eyes without any white in them at all.

A grin flashed across Piter's face. It was lik...ask grimace beneath those eyes like holes. "But, Baron! Never has revenge been more beautiful. It is to se...lan of the most exquisite treachery: to make Leto exchange Caladan for Dun...nd without alternative because the Emperor orders it. How waggish of you!"

I...old voice, the Baron said: "You hav...lux of the mouth, Piter."

"Bu...m happy, my Baron. Whereas yo... . you are touched by jealousy."

"Piter!"

"Ah-ah. Baron! Is it not regrettable you were unable to devise this delicious scheme by yourself?"

"Someda...ill have you strangled, Piter."

"O...ertainty, Baron. Enfin! Bu...ind act is never lost, eh?"

"Have you been chewing verite or semuta, Piter?"

"Truth without fear surprises the Baron," Piter said. His face drew down int...aricature o...rowning mask. "Ah, hah! But you see, Baron...now a...entat when you will send the executioner. You will hold back just so long a...m useful. To move sooner would be wasteful and I'm yet of much use...now what it is you learned from that lovely Dune plane...aste not. True, Baron?"

The Baron continued to stare at Piter.

Feyd-Rautha squirmed in his chair. These wrangling fools! he thought. My uncle cannot talk to his Mental without arguing. Do they think I've nothing to do except listen their arguments?

"Feyd," the Baron said. "I told you to listen and learn whe...nvited you in here. Are you learning?"

"Yes, Uncle." the voice was carefully subservient.

"Sometime...onder about Piter," the Baron said. "I cause pain out of necessity, but h... ...wear he take...ositive delight in it. For myself...an feel pity toward the poor Duke Leto. Dr. Yueh will move against him soon, and that'll be the end of all the Atreides. But surely Leto will know whose hand directed the pliant docto... . and knowing that will b...errible thing."

"Then why haven't you directed the doctor to sli...indjal between his ribs quietly and efficiently?" Piter asked. "You talk of pity, bu.."

"The Duke must know whe...ncompass his doom," the Baron said. "And the other Great Houses must learn of it. The knowledge will give them pause. I'll gai...it more room to maneuver. The necessity is obvious, bu...on't have to like it."

"Room to maneuver," Piter sneered. "Already you have the Emperor's eyes on you, Baron. You move too boldly. One day the Emperor will sen...egion or two of his Sardaukar down here onto Giedi Prime and that'll be an end to the Baron Vladimir Harkonnen."

"You'd like to see that, wouldn't you, Piter?" the Baron asked. "You'd enjoy seeing the Corps of Sardaukar pillage through my cities and sack this castle. You'd truly enjoy that."

"Does the Baron need to ask?" Piter whispered.

"You should've bee...ashar of the Corps," the Baron said. "You're too interested in blood and pain. Perhap...as too quick with my promise of the spoils of Arrakis."

Piter took five curiously mincing steps into the room, stopped directly behind Feyd-Rautha. There wa...ight air of tension in the room, and the youth looked up at Piter wit...orried frown.

"Do not toy with Piter, Baron," Piter said. "You promised me the Lady Jessica. You promised her to me."

"For what, Piter?" the Baron asked. "For pain?"

Piter stared at him, dragging out the silence.

Feyd-Rautha moved his suspensor chair to one side, said: "Uncle, d...ave to stay? You said you'.."

"My darling Feyd-Rautha grows impatient," the Baron said. He moved within the shadows beside the globe. "Patience, Feyd." And he turned his attention back to the Mentat. "What of the Dukeling, the child Paul, my dear Piter?"

"The trap will bring him to you, Baron," Piter muttered.

"That's not my question," the Baron said. "You'll recall that you predicted the Bene Gesserit witch would bea...aughter to the Duke. You were wrong, eh, Mentat?"

"I'm not often wrong, Baron," Piter said, and for the first time there was fear in his voice. "Give me that: I'm not often wrong. And you know yourself these Bene Gesserit bear mostly daughters. Even the Emperor's consort had produced only females."

"Uncle," said Feyd-Rautha, "you said there'd be something important here for me t.."

"Listen to my nephew," the Baron said. "He aspires to rule my Barony, yet he cannot rule himself." The Baron stirred beside the globe...hadow among shadows. "Well then, Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen...ummoned you here hoping to teach yo...it of wisdom. Have you observed our good Mentat? You should've learned something from this exchange."

"But, Uncl.."

"A most efficient Mentat, Piter, wouldn't you say, Feyd?"

"Yes, bu.."

"Ah! Indeed but! But he consumes too much spice, eats it like candy. Look at his eyes! He might've come directly from the Arrakeen labor pool. Efficient, Piter, but he's still emotional and prone to passionate outbursts. Efficient, Piter, but he still can err."

Piter spoke i...ow, sullen tone: "Did you call me in here to impair my efficiency with criticism, Baron?"

"Impair your efficiency? You know me better, Piter...ish only for my nephew to understand the limitations o...entat."

"Are you already training my replacement?" Piter demanded.

"Replace you? Why, Piter, where coul...ind another Mentat with your cunning and venom?"

"The same place you found me, Baron."

"Perhap...hould at that," the Baron mused. "You do see...it unstable lately. And the spice you eat!"

"Are my pleasures too expensive, Baron? Do you object to them?"

"My dear Piter, your pleasures are what tie you to me. How coul...bject to that...erely wish my nephew to observe this about you."

"Then I'm on display," Piter said. "Shal...ance? Shal...erform my various functions for the eminent Feyd-Ra.."

"Precisely," the Baron said. "You are on display. Now, be silent." He glanced at Feyd-Rautha, noting his nephew's lips, the full and pouting look of them, the Harkonnen genetic marker, now twisted slightly in amusement. "This i...entat, Feyd. It has been trained and conditioned to perform certain duties. The fact that it's encased i...uman body, however, must not be overlooked...erious drawback, that...ometimes think the ancients with their thinking machines had the right idea."

"They were toys compared to me," Piter snarled. "You yourself, Baron, could outperform those machines ."

"Perhaps," the Baron said. "Ah, wel... . " He too...eep breath, belched. "Now, Piter, outline for my nephew the salient features of our campaign against the House of Atreides. Function a...entat for us, if you please."

"Baron, I've warned you not to trust one so young with this information. My observations o.."

"I'll be the judge of this," the Baron said. "I give you an order, Mentat. Perform one of your various functions."

"So be it," Piter said. He straightened, assuming an odd attitude of dignit...s though it were another mask, but this time clothing his entire body. "I...ew days Standard, the entire household of the Duke Leto will embark o...pacing Guild liner for Arrakis. The Guild will deposit them at the city of Arrakeen rather than at our city of Cartha...he Duke's Mentat, Thufir Hawat, will have concluded rightly that Arrakeen is easier to defend."

...QQ "Listen carefully, Feyd," the Baron said. "Observe the plans within plans within plans."

Feyd-Rautha nodded, thinking: This is more like it. The old monster is letting me in on secret things at last. He must really mean for me to be his heir .

"There are several tangential possibilities," Piter said. "I indicate that House Atreides will go to Arrakis. We must not, however, ignore the possibility the Duke has contracted with the Guild to remove him t...lace of safety outside the System. Others in like circumstances have become renegade Houses, taking family atomics and shields and fleeing beyond the Imperium."

"The Duke's too prou...an for that," the Baron said.

"It i...ossibility," Piter said. "The ultimate effect for us would be the same, however."

"No, it would not!" the Baron growled. "I must have him dead and his line ended."

"That's the high probability," Piter said. "There are certain preparations that indicate whe...ouse is going renegade. The Duke appears to be doing none of these things."

"So," the Baron sighed. "Get on with it, Piter."

"At Arrakeen," Piter said, "the Duke and his family will occupy the Residency, lately the home of Count and Lady Fenring."

"The Ambassador to the Smugglers," the Baron chuckled.

"Ambassador to what?" Feyd-Rautha asked.

"Your uncle make...oke," Piter said. "He calls Count Fenring Ambassador to the Smugglers, indicating the Emperor's interest in smuggling operations on Arrakis."

Feyd-Rautha turne...uzzled stare on his uncle. "Why?"

"Don't be dense, Feyd," the Baron snapped. "As long as the Guild remains effectively outside Imperial control, how could it be otherwise? How else could spies and assassins move about?"

Feyd-Rautha's mouth mad...oundless "Oh-h-h-h."

"We've arranged diversions at the Residency," Piter said. "There'll be an attempt on the life of the Atreides hei...n attempt which could succeed."

"Piter," the Baron rumbled, "you indicate.."

"I indicated accidents can happen," Piter said. "And the attempt must appear valid."

"Ah, but the lad has suc...weet young body," the Baron said. "Of course, he's potentially more dangerous than the fathe... . with that witch mother training him. Accursed woman! Ah, well, please continue, Piter."

"Hawat will have divined that we have an agent planted on him," Piter said. "The obvious suspect is Dr. Yueh, who is indeed our agent. But Hawat has investigated and found that our doctor i...uk School graduate with Imperial Conditionin...upposedly safe enough to minister even to the Emperor. Great store is set on Imperial Conditioning. It's assumed that ultimate conditioning cannot be removed without killing the subject. However, as someone once observed, given the right lever you can mov...lanet. We found the lever that moved the doctor."

"How?" Feyd-Rautha asked. He found thi...ascinating subject. Everyone knew you couldn't subvert Imperial Conditioning!

"Another time," the Baron said. "Continue, Piter."

"In place of Yueh," Piter said, "we'll dra...ost interesting suspect across Hawat's path. The very audacity of this suspect will recommend her to Hawat's attention."

"Her?" Feyd-Rautha asked.

"The Lady Jessica herself," the Baron said.

"Is it not sublime?" Piter asked. "Hawat's mind will be so filled with this prospect it'll impair his function a...entat. He may even try to kill her." Piter frowned, then: "Bu...on't think he'll be able to carry it off."

"You don't want him to, eh?" the Baron asked.

"Don't distract me," Piter said. "While Hawat's occupied with the Lady Jessica, we'll divert him further with uprisings i...ew garrison towns and the like. These will be put down. The Duke must believe he's gainin...easure of security. Then, when the moment is ripe, we'll signal Yueh and move in with our major forc... . a... . "

"Go ahead, tell him all of it," the Baron said.

"We'll move in strengthened by two legions of Sardaukar disguised in Harkonnen livery."

"Sardaukar!" Feyd-Rautha breathed. His mind focused on the dread Imperial troops, the killers without mercy, the soldier fanatics of the Padishah Emperor.

"You see ho...rust you, Feyd," the Baron said. "No hint of this must ever reach another Great House, else the Landsraad might unite against the Imperial House and there'd be chaos."

"The main point," Piter said, "is this: since House Harkonnen is being used to do the Imperial dirty work, we've gaine...rue advantage. It'...angerous advantage, to be sure, but if used cautiously, will bring House Harkonnen greater wealth than that of any other House in the Imperium."

"You have no idea how much wealth is involved, Feyd," the Baron said. "Not in your wildest imaginings. To begin, we'll have an irrevocable directorship in the CHOAM Company."

Feyd-Rautha nodded. Wealth was the thing. CHOAM was the key to wealth, each noble House dipping from the company's coffers whatever it could under the power of the directorships. Those CHOAM directorship...hey were the real evidence of political power in the Imperium, passing with the shifts of voting strength within the Landsraad as it balanced itself against the Emperor and his supporters.

"The Duke Leto," Piter said, "may attempt to flee to the new Fremen scum along the desert's edge. Or he may try to send his family into that imagined security. But that path is blocked by one of His Majesty's agent...he planetary ecologist. You may remember hi...ynes."

"Feyd remembers him," the Baron said. "Get on with it."

"You do not drool very prettily, Baron," Piter said.

"Get on with it...ommand you!" the Baron roared.

Piter shrugged. "If matters go as planned," he said, "House Harkonnen will hav...ubfief on Arrakis withi...tandard year. Your uncle will have dispensation of that fief. His own personal agent will rule on Arrakis."

"More profits," Feyd-Rautha said.

"Indeed," the Baron said. And he thought: It's only just. We're the ones who tamed Arraki... .except for the few mongrel Fremen hiding in the skirts of the deser... . and some tame smugglers bound to the planet almost as tightly as the native labor pool .

"And the Great Houses will know that the Baron has destroyed the Atreides," Piter said. "They will know."

"They will know," the Baron breathed.

"Loveliest of all," Piter said, "is that the Duke will know, too. He knows now. He can already feel the trap."

"It's true the Duke knows," the Baron said, and his voice hel...ote of sadness. "He could not help but kno... . more's the pity."

The Baron moved out and away from the globe of Arrakis. As he emerged from the shadows, his figure took on dimensio...rossly and immensely fat. And with subtle bulges beneath folds of his dark robes to reveal that all this fat was sustained partly by portable suspensors harnessed to his flesh. He might weigh two hundred Standard kilos in actuality, but his feet would carry no more than fifty of them.

"I am hungry," the Baron rumbled, and he rubbed his protruding lips wit...eringed hand, stared down at Feyd-Rautha through fat-enfolded eyes. "Send for food, my darling. We will eat before we retire."

Thus spoke St. Alia-of-the-Knife: "The Reverend Mother must combine the seductive wiles o...ourtesan with the untouchable majesty o...irgin goddess, holding these attributes in tension so long as the powers of her youth endure. For when youth and beauty have gone, she will find that the place-between, once occupied by tension, has becom...ellspring of cunning and resourcefulness."

- from "Muad'Dib, Family Commentaries" by the Princess Irulan

"Well, Jessica, what have you to say for yourself?" asked the Reverend Mother.

It was near sunset at Castle Caladan on the day of Paul's ordeal. The two women were alone in Jessica's morning room while Paul waited in the adjoining soundproofed Meditation Chamber.

Jessica stood facing the south windows. She saw and yet did not see the evening's banked colors across meadow and river. She heard and yet did not hear the Reverend Mother's question.

There had been another ordeal onc...o many years ago...kinny girl with hair the color of bronze, her body tortured by the winds of puberty, had entered the study of the Reverend Mother Gaius Helen Mohiam, Proctor Superior of the Bene Gesserit school on Wallach IX. Jessica looked down at her right hand, flexed the fingers, remembering the pain, the terror, the anger.

"Poor Paul," she whispered.

"I asked yo...uestion, Jessica!" The old woman's voice was snappish, demanding.

"What? O... . " Jessica tore her attention away from the past, faced the Reverend Mother, who sat with back to the stone wall between the two west windows. "What do you want me to say?"

"What d...ant you to say? What d...ant you to say?" The old voice carrie...one of cruel mimicry.

"S...a...on!" Jessica flared. And she knew she was being goaded into this anger deliberately.

"You were told to bear only daughters to the Atreides."

"It meant so much to him," Jessica pleaded.

"And you in your pride thought you could produce the Kwisatz Haderach!"

Jessica lifted her chin. "I sensed the possibility."

"You thought only of your Duke's desire fo...on," the old woman snapped. "And his desires don't figure in this. An Atreides daughter could've been wed t...arkonnen heir and sealed the breach. You've hopelessly complicated matters. We may lose both bloodlines now."

"You're not infallible," Jessica said. She braved the steady stare from the old eyes.

Presently, the old woman muttered: "What's done is done."

"I vowed never to regret my decision," Jessica said.

"How noble," the Reverend Mother sneered. "No regrets. We shall see when you'r...ugitive wit...rice on your head and every man's hand turned against you to seek your life and the life of your son."

Jessica paled. "Is there no alternative?"

"Alternative...ene Gesserit should ask that?"

"I ask only what you see in the future with your superior abilities."

"I see in the future what I've seen in the past. You well know the pattern of our affairs, Jessica. The race knows its own mortality and fears stagnation of its heredity. It's in the bloodstrea...he urge to mingle genetic strains without plan. The Imperium, the CHOAM Company, all the Great Houses, they are but bits of flotsam in the path of the flood."

"CHOAM," Jessica muttered. "I suppose it's already decided how they'll redivide the spoils of Arrakis."

"What is CHOAM but the weather vane of our times," the old woman said. "The Emperor and his friends now command fifty-nine point six-five per cent of the CHOAM directorship's votes. Certainly they smell profits, and likely as others smell those same profits his voting strength will increase. This is the pattern of history, girl."

"That's certainly wha...eed right now," Jessica said. "A review of history."

"Don't be facetious, girl! You know as well a...o what forces surround us. We'v...hree-point civilization: the Imperial Household balanced against the Federated Great Houses of the Landsraad, and between them, the Guild with its damnable monopoly on interstellar transport. In politics, the tripod is the most unstable of all structures. It'd be bad enough without the complication o...eudal trade culture which turns its back on most science."

Jessica spoke bitterly: "Chips in the path of the floo...nd this chip here, this is the Duke Leto, and this one's his son, and this one'.."

"Oh, shut up, girl. You entered this with full knowledge of the delicate edge you walked."

" 'I am Bene Gesserit...xist only to serve,' " Jessica quoted.

"Truth." the old woman said. "And all we can hope for now is to prevent this from erupting into general conflagration, to salvage what we can of the key bloodlines."

Jessica closed her eyes, feeling tears press out beneath the lids. She fought down the inner trembling, the outer trembling, the uneven breathing, the ragged pulse, the sweating of the palms. Presently, she said, "I'll pay for my own mistake."

"And your son will pay with you."

"I'll shield him as well as I'm able."

"Shield!" the old woman snapped. "You well know the weakness there! Shield your son too much, Jessica, and he'll not grow strong enough to fulfill any destiny."

Jessica turned away, looked out the window at the gathering darkness. "Is it really that terrible, this planet of Arrakis?"

"Bad enough, but not all bad. The Missionaria Protectiva has been in there and softened it up somewhat." The Reverend Mother heaved herself to her feet, straightene...old in her gown. "Call the boy in here...ust be leaving soon."

"Must you?"

The old woman's voice softened. "Jessica, girl...is...ould stand in your place and take your sufferings. But each of us must make her own path."

"I know."

"You're as dear to me as any of my own daughters, bu...annot let that interfere with duty."

"I understan... . the necessity."

"What you did, Jessica, and why you did i...e both know. But kindness forces me to tell you there's little chance your lad will be the Bene Gesserit Totality. You mustn't let yourself hope too much."

Jessica shook tears from the corners of her eyes. It was an angry gesture. "You make me feel lik...ittle girl agai...eciting my first lesson." She forced the words out: " 'Humans must never submit to animals.' " QQQ...ry sob shook her. I...ow voice, she said: "I've been so lonely."

"It should be one of the tests," the old woman said. "Humans are almost always lonely. Now summon the boy. He's ha...ong, frightening day. But he's had time to think and remember, an...ust ask the other questions about these dreams of his."

Jessica nodded, went to the door of the Meditation Chamber, opened it. "Paul, come in now, please."

Paul emerged wit...tubborn slowness. He stared at his mother as though she wer...tranger. Wariness veiled his eyes when he glanced at the Reverend Mother, but this time he nodded to her, the nod one gives an equal. He heard his mother close the door behind him.

"Young man," the old woman said, "let's return to this dream business."

"What do you want?"

"Do you dream every night?"

"Not dreams worth remembering...an remember every dream, but some are worth remembering and some aren't."

"How do you know the difference?"

"I just know it."

The old woman glanced at Jessica, back to Paul. "What did you dream last night? Was it worth remembering?"

"Yes." Paul closed his eyes. "I dreame...aver... . and wate... . an...irl ther...ery skinny with big eyes. Her eyes are all blue, no whites in them...alk to her and tell her about you, about seeing the Reverend Mother on Caladan." Paul opened his eyes.

"And the thing you tell this strange girl about seeing me, did it happen today?"

Paul thought about this, then: "Yes...ell the girl you came and pu...tamp of strangeness on me."

"Stamp of strangeness," the old woman breathed, and again she sho...lance at Jessica, returned her attention to Paul. "Tell me truly now, Paul, do you often have dreams of things that happen afterward exactly as you dreamed them?"

"Yes. And I've dreamed about that girl before."

"Oh? You know her?"

"I will know her."

"Tell me about her."

Again, Paul closed his eyes. "We're i...ittle place in some rocks where it's sheltered. It's almost night, but it's hot an...an see patches of sand out of an opening in the rocks. We'r... . waiting for somethin... . for me to go meet some people. And she's frightened but trying to hide it from me, and I'm excited. And she says: 'Tell me about the waters of your homeworld, Usul.' " Paul opened his eyes. "Isn't that strange? My homeworld's Caladan. I've never even heard o...lanet called Usul."

"Is there more to this dream?" Jessica prompted.

"Yes. But maybe she was calling me Usul," Paul said. "I just thought of that." Again, he closed his eyes. "She asks me to tell her about the waters. An...ake her hand. An...ay I'll tell he...oem. An...ell her the poem, bu...ave to explain some of the word...ike beach and surf and seaweed and seagulls."

"What poem?" the Reverend Mother asked.

Paul opened his eyes. "It's just one of Gurney Halleck's tone poems for sad times."

Behind Paul Jessica began to recite:

"I remember salt smoke fro...each fire

And shadows under the pine...br/>

Solid, clea... . fixe...br/>

Seagulls perched at the tip of land,

White upon gree... .

An...ind comes through the pines

To sway the shadows;

The seagulls spread their wings,

Lift

And fill the sky with screeches.

An...ear the wind

Blowing across our beach,

And the surf,

An...ee that our fire

Has scorched the seaweed."

"That's the one," Paul said.

The old woman stared at Paul, then: "Young man, a...roctor of the Bene Gesserit...eek the Kwisatz Haderach, the male who truly can become one of us. Your mother sees this possibility in you, but she sees with the eyes o...other. Possibilit...ee, too, but no more."

She fell silent and Paul saw that she wanted him to speak. He waited her out.

Presently, she said: "As you will, then. You've depths in you; that I'll grant."

"Ma...o now?" he asked.

"Don't you want to hear what the Reverend Mother can tell you about the Kwisatz Haderach?" Jessica asked.

"She said those who tried for it died."

"Bu...an help you wit...ew hints at why they failed," the Reverend Mother said.

She talks of hint...aul thought. She doesn't really know anythin...nd he said: "Hint then."

"And be damned to me?" She smiled wryly...risscross of wrinkles in the old face. "Very well: 'That which submits rules.' "

He felt astonishment: she was talking about such elementary things as tension within meaning. Did she think his mother had taught him nothing at all?

"That'...int?" he asked.

"We're not here to bandy words or quibble over their meaning," the old woman said. "The willow submits to the wind and prospers until one day it is many willow... wall against the wind. This is the willow's purpose."

Paul stared at her. She said purpose and he felt the word buffet him, reinfecting him with terrible purpose. He experience...udden anger at her: fatuous old witch with her mouth full of platitudes.

"You thin...ould be this Kwisatz Haderach," he said. "You talk about me, but you haven't said one thing about what we can do to help my father. I've heard you talking to my mother. You talk as though my father were dead. Well, he isn't!"

"If there wer...hing to be done for him, we'd have done it," the old woman growled. "We may be able to salvage you. Doubtful, but possible. But for your father, nothing. When you've learned to accept that a...act, you've learne...eal Bene Gesserit lesson."

Paul saw how the words shook his mother. He glared at the old woman. How could she say suc...hing about his father? What made her so sure? His mind seethed with resentment.

The Reverend Mother looked at Jessica. "You've been training him in the Wa...'ve seen the signs of it. I'd have done the same in your shoes and devil take the Rules."

Jessica nodded.

"Now...aution you," said the old woman, "to ignore the regular order of training. His own safety requires the Voice. He already ha...ood start in it, but we both know how much more he need... . and that desperately." She stepped close to Paul, stared down at him. "Goodbye, young human...ope you make it. But if you don'...ell, we shall yet succeed."

Once more she looked at Jessica...licker sign of understanding passed between them. Then the old woman swept from the room, her robes hissing, with not another backward glance. The room and its occupants already were shut from her thoughts.

But Jessica had caught one glimpse of the Reverend Mother's face as she turned away. There had been tears on the seamed cheeks. The tears were more unnerving than any other word or sign that had passed between them this day.

You have read that Muad'Dib had no playmates his own age on Caladan. The dangers were too great. But Muad'Dib did have wonderful companion-teachers. There was Gurney Halleck, the troubadour-warrior. You will sing some of Gurney's songs, as you read along in this book. There was Thufir Hawat, the old Mentat Master of Assassins, who struck fear even into the heart of the Padishah Emperor. There were Duncan Idaho, the Swordmaster of the Ginaz; Dr. Wellington Yueh...ame black in treachery but bright in knowledge; the Lady Jessica, who guided her son in the Bene Gesserit Way, and  - of course  - the Duke Leto, whose qualities a...ather have long been overlooked.

- from "A Child's History of Muad'Dib" by the Princess Irulan

Thufir Hawat slipped into the training room of Castle Caladan, closed the door softly. He stood ther...oment, feeling old and tired and storm-leathered. His left leg ached where it had been slashed once in the service of the Old Duke.

Three generations of them no...e thought.

He stared across the big room bright with the light of noon pouring through the skylights, saw the boy seated with back to the door, intent on papers and charts spread across an ell table.

How many times mus...ell that lad never to settle himself with his back t...oor? Hawat cleared his throat.

Paul remained bent over his studies.

A cloud shadow passed over the skylights. Again, Hawat cleared his throat.

Paul straightened, spoke without turning: "I know. I'm sitting with my back t...oor."

Hawat suppresse...mile, strode across the room.

Paul looked up at the grizzled old man who stopped a...orner of the table. Hawat's eyes were two pools of alertness i...ark and deeply seamed face.

"I heard you coming down the hall," Paul said. "An...eard you open the door."

"The sound...ake could be imitated."

"I'd know the difference."

He might at tha...awat thought. That witch-mother of his is giving him the deep training, certainly...onder what her precious school thinks of that? Maybe that's why they sent the old Proctor her...o whip our dear Lady Jessica into line .

Hawat pulled u...hair across from Paul, sat down facing the door. He did it pointedly, leaned back and studied the room. It struck him as an odd place suddenly...tranger-place with most of its hardware already gone off to Arrakis...raining table remained, an...encing mirror with its crystal prisms quiescent, the target dummy beside it patched and padded, looking like an ancient foot soldier maimed and battered in the wars.

There stan... Hawat thought.

"Thufir, what're you thinking?" Paul asked.

Hawat looked at the boy. "I was thinking we'll all be out of here soon and likely never see the place again."

"Does that make you sad?"

"Sad? Nonsense! Parting with friends i...adness...lace is onl...lace." He glanced at the charts on the table. " And Arrakis is just another place."

"Did my father send you up to test me?"

Hawat scowle...he boy had such observing ways about him. He nodded. "You're thinking it'd have been nicer if he'd come up himself, but you must know how busy he is. He'll be along later."

"I've been studying about the storms on Arrakis."

"The storms...ee."

"They sound pretty bad."

"That's too cautiou...ord: ba...hose storms build up across six or seven thousand kilometers of flatlands, feed on anything that can give the...us...oriolis force, other storms, anything that has an ounce of energy in it. They can blow up to seven hundred kilometers an hour, loaded with everything loose that's in their wa...and, dust, everything. They can eat flesh off bones and etch the bones to slivers."

"Why don't they have weather control?"

"Arrakis has special problems, costs are higher, and there'd be maintenance and the like. The Guild want...readful high price for satellite control and your father's House isn't one of the big rich ones, lad. You know that."

"Have you ever seen the Fremen?"

The lad's mind is darting all over toda...awat thought.

"Like as no...ave seen them," he said. "There's little to tell them from the folk of the graben and sink. They all wear those great flowing robes. And they stink to heaven in any closed space. It's from those suits they wea...all them 'stillsuits'...hat reclaim the body's own water."

Paul swallowed, suddenly aware of the moisture in his mouth, rememberin...ream of thirst. That people could want so for water they had to recycle their body moisture struck him wit...eeling of desolation. "Water's precious there," he said.

Hawat nodded, thinking: Perhaps I'm doing it, getting across to him the importance of this planet as an enemy. It's madness to go in there without that caution in our minds .

Paul looked up at the skylight, aware that it had begun to rain. He saw the spreading wetness on the gray meta-glass. "Water," he said.

"You'll lear...reat concern for water," Hawat said. "As the Duke's son you'll never want for it, but you'll see the pressures of thirst all around you."

Paul wet his lips with his tongue, thinking back to the da...eek ago and the ordeal with the Reverend Mother. She, too, had said something about water starvation.

"You'll learn about the funeral plains," she'd said, "about the wilderness that is empty, the wasteland where nothing lives except the spice and the sandworms. You'll stain your eyepits to reduce the sun glare. Shelter will mea...ollow out of the wind and hidden from view. You'll ride upon your own two feet without 'thopter or groundcar or mount."

And Paul had been caught more by her ton...ingsong and waverin...han by her words.

"When you live upon Arrakis," she had said, "khala, the land is empty. The moons will be your friends, the sun your enemy."

Paul had sensed his mother come up beside him away from her post guarding the door. She had looked at the Reverend Mother and asked: "Do you see no hope. Your Reverence?"

"Not for the father." And the old woman had waved Jessica to silence, looked down at Paul. "Grave this on your memory, lad...orld is supported by four thing... ." She held up four big-knuckled fingers. "... the learning of the wise, the justice of the great, the prayers of the righteous and the valor of the brave. But all of these are as nothin... ." She closed her fingers int...ist. "... withou...uler who knows the art of ruling. Make that the science of your tradition!"

A week had passed since that day with the Reverend Mother. Her words were only now beginning to come into full register. Now, sitting in the training room with Thufir Hawat, Paul fel...harp pang of fear. He looked across at the Mentat's puzzled frown.

"Where were you woolgathering that time?" Hawat asked.

"Did you meet the Reverend Mother?"

"That Truthsayer witch from the Imperium?" Hawat's eyes quickened with interest. "I met her."

"Sh... ." Paul hesitated, found that he couldn't tell Hawat about the ordeal. The inhibitions went deep.

"Yes? What did she?"

Paul took two deep breaths. "She sai...hing." He closed his eyes, calling up the words, and when he spoke his voice unconsciously took on some of the old woman's tone: " 'You, Paul Atreides, descendant of kings, son o...uke, you must learn to rule. It's something none of your ancestors learned'." Paul opened his eyes, said: "That made me angry an...aid my father rules an entire planet. And she said, 'He's losing it.' An...aid my father was gettin...icher planet. And she said. 'He'll lose that one, too.' An...anted to run and warn my father, but she said he'd already been warne...y you, by Mother, by many people."

"True enough," Hawat muttered.

"Then why're we going?" Paul demanded.

"Because the Emperor ordered it. And because there's hope in spite of what that witch-spy said. What else spouted from this ancient fountain of wisdom?"

Paul looked down at his right hand clenched int...ist beneath the table. Slowly, he willed the muscles to relax. She put some kind of hold on m...e thought. How?

"She asked me to tell her what it is to rule," Paul said. "An...aid that one commands. And she sai...ad some unlearning to do."

She hi...ark there right enoug...awat thought. He nodded for Paul to continue.

"She sai...uler must learn to persuade and not to compel. She said he must lay the best coffee hearth to attract the finest men."

"How'd she figure your father attracted men like Duncan and Gurney?" Hawat asked.

Paul shrugged. "Then she sai...ood ruler has to learn his world's language, that it's different for every world. An...hought she meant they didn't speak Galach on Arrakis, but she said that wasn't it at all. She said she meant the language of the rocks and growing things, the language you don't hear just with your ears. An...aid that's what Dr. Yueh calls the Mystery of Life."

Hawat chuckled. "How'd that sit with her?"

"I think she got mad. She said the mystery of life isn'...roblem to solve, bu...eality to experience. S...uoted the First Law of Mentat at her: 'A process cannot be understood by stopping it. Understanding must move with the flow of the process, must join it and flow with it.' That seemed to satisfy her."

He seems to be getting over i...awat thought, but that old witch frightened him. Why did she do it?

"Thufir," Paul said, "will Arrakis be as bad as she said?"

"Nothing could be that bad," Hawat said and force...mile. "Take those Fremen, for example, the renegade people of the desert. By first-approximation analysis...an tell you there're many, many more of them than the Imperium suspects. People live there, lad...reat many people, an... ." Hawat pu...inewy finger beside his eye. "... they hate Harkonnens wit...loody passion. You must not breath...ord of this, lad...ell you only as your father's helper."

"My father has told me of Salusa Secundus," Paul said. "Do you know, Thufir, it sounds much like Arraki... . perhaps not quite as bad, but much like it."

"We do not really know of Salusa Secundus today," Hawat said. "Only what it was like long ag... . mostly. But what is know...ou're right on that score."

"Will the Fremen help us?"

"It'...ossibility." Hawat stood up. "I leave today for Arrakis. Meanwhile, you take care of yourself for an old man who's fond of you, heh? Come around here like the good lad and sit facing the door. It's not tha...hink there's any danger in the castle; it's jus...abi...ant you to form."

Paul got to his feet, moved around the table. "You're going today?"

"Today it is, and you'll be following tomorrow. Next time we meet it'll be on the soil of your new world." He gripped Paul's right arm at the bicep. "Keep your knife arm free, heh? And your shield at full charge." He released the arm, patted Paul's shoulder, whirled and strode quickly to the door.

"Thufir! "Paul called.

Hawat turned, standing in the open doorway.

"Don't sit with your back to any doors," Paul said.

A grin spread across the seamed old face. "Tha...on't, lad. Depend on it." And he was gone, shutting the door softly behind.

Paul sat down where Hawat had been, straightened the papers. One more day her...e thought. He looked around the room. We're leavin...he idea of departure was suddenly more real to him than it had ever been before. He recalled another thing the old woman had said abou...orld being the sum of many thing...he people, the dirt, the growing things, the moons, the tides, the sun...he unknown sum called natur... vague summation without any sense of the no...nd he wondered: What is the now?

The door across from Paul banged open and an ugly lump o...an lurched through it preceded b...andful of weapons.

"Well, Gurney Halleck," Paul called, "are you the new weapons master?"

Halleck kicked the door shut with one heel. "You'd rathe...ame to play games...now," he said. He glanced around the room, noting that Hawat's men already had been over it, checking, making it safe fo...uke's heir. The subtle code signs were all around.

Paul watched the rolling, ugly man set himself back in motion, veer toward the training table with the load of weapons, saw the nine-string baliset slung over Gurney's shoulder with the multipick woven through the strings near the head of the fingerboard.

Halleck dropped the weapons on the exercise table, lined them u...he rapiers, the bodkins, the kindjals, the slow-pellet stunners, the shield belts. The inkvine scar along his jawline writhed as he turned, castin...mile across the room.

"So you don't even hav...ood morning for me, you young imp," Halleck said. "And what barb did you sink in old Hawat? He passed me in the hall lik...an running to his enemy's funeral."

Paul grinned. Of all his father's men, he liked Gurney Halleck best, knew the man's moods and deviltry, his humor...nd thought of him more a...riend than a...ired sword.

Halleck swung the baliset off his shoulder, began tuning it. "If y' won't talk, y' won't," he said.

Paul stood, advanced across the room, calling out: "Well, Gurney, do we come prepared for music when it's fighting time?"

"So it's sass for our elders today," Halleck said. He trie...hord on the instrument, nodded.

"Where's Duncan Idaho?" Paul asked. "Isn't he supposed to be teaching me weaponry?"

" Duncan 's gone to lead the second wave onto Arrakis," Halleck said. "All you have left is poor Gurney who's fresh out of fight and spoiling for music." He struck another chord, listened to it, smiled. "And it was decided in council that you being suc...oor fighter we'd best teach you the music trade so's you won't waste your life entire."

"Maybe you'd better sing m...ay then," Paul said. "I want to be sure how not to do it."

"Ah-h-h, hah!" Gurney laughed, and he swung into "Galacian Girls." his multipic...lur over the strings as he sang:

"Oh-h-h, the Galacian girls

Will do it for pearls,

And the Arrakeen for water!

But if you desire dames

Like consuming flames,

Tr...aladanin daughter!"

"Not bad for suc...oor hand with the pick," Paul said, "but if my mother heard you singin...awdy like that in the castle, she'd have your ears on the outer wall for decoration."

Gurney pulled at his left ear. "Poor decoration, too, they having been bruised so much listening at keyholes whil...oung la...now practiced some strange ditties on his baliset."

"So you've forgotten what it's like to find sand in your bed," Paul said. He pulle...hield belt from the table, buckled it fast around his waist. "Then, let's fight!"

Halleck's eyes went wide in mock surprise. "So! It was your wicked hand did that deed! Guard yourself today, young maste...uard yourself." He grabbed u...apier, laced the air with it. "I'...ellfiend out for revenge!"

Paul lifted the companion rapier, bent it in his hands, stood in the aguil...ne foot forward. He let his manner go solemn i...omic imitation of Dr. Yueh.

"Wha...olt my father sends me for weaponry," Paul intoned. "This doltish Gurney Halleck has forgotten the first lesson fo...ighting man armed and shielded." Paul snapped the force button at his waist, felt the crinkled-skin tingling of the defensive field at his forehead and down his back, heard external sounds take on characteristic shield-filtered flatness. "In shield fighting, one moves fast on defense, slow on attack," Paul said. "Attack has the sole purpose of tricking the opponent int...isstep, setting him up for the attack sinister. The shield turns the fast blow, admits the slow kindjal!" Paul snapped up the rapier, feinted fast and whipped it back fo...low thrust timed to ente...hield's mindless defenses.

Halleck watched the action, turned at the last minute to let the blunted blade pass his chest. "Speed, excellent," he said. "But you were wide open for an underhanded counter wit...lip-tip."

Paul stepped back, chagrined.

......QQ "I should whap your backside for such carelessness," Halleck said. He lifte...aked kindjal from the table and held it up. "This in the hand of an enemy can let out your life's blood! You're an apt pupil, none better, but I've warned you that not even in play do you le...an inside your guard with death in his hand."

"I guess I'm not in the mood for it today," Paul said.

"Mood?" Halleck's voice betrayed his outrage even through the shield's filtering. "What has mood to do with it? You fight when the necessity arise...o matter the mood! Mood'...hing for cattle or making love or playing the baliset. It's not for fighting."

"I'm sorry, Gurney."

"You're not sorry enough!"

Halleck activated his own shield, crouched with kindjal outthrust in left hand, the rapier poised high in his right. "No...ay guard yourself for true!" He leaped high to one side, then forward, pressin...urious attack.

Paul fell back, parrying. He felt the field crackling as shield edges touched and repelled each other, sensed the electric tingling of the contact along his skin. What's gotten into Gurney? he asked himself. He's not faking this! Paul moved his left hand, dropped his bodkin into his palm from its wrist sheath.

"You se...eed for an extra blade, eh?" Halleck grunted.

Is this betrayal? Paul wondered. Surely not Gurney!

Around the room they fough...hrust and parry, feint and counterfeint. The air within their shield bubbles grew stale from the demands on it that the slow interchange along barrier edges could not replenish. With each new shield contact, the smell of ozone grew stronger.

Paul continued to back, but now he directed his retreat toward the exercise table. I...an turn him beside the table, I'll show hi...ric...aul thought. One more step, Gurney.

Halleck took the step.

Paul directe...arry downward, turned, saw Halleck's rapier catch against the table's edge. Paul flung himself aside, thrust high with rapier and came in across Halleck's neckline with the bodkin. He stopped the blade an inch from the jugular.

"Is this what you seek?" Paul whispered.

"Look down, lad," Gurney panted.

Paul obeyed, saw Halleck's kindjal thrust under the table's edge, the tip almost touching Paul's groin.

"We'd have joined each other in death," Halleck said. "But I'll admit you fought some better when pressed to it. You seemed to get the mood ." And he grinned wolfishly, the inkvine scar rippling along his jaw.

"The way you came at me," Paul said. "Would you really have drawn my blood?"

Halleck withdrew the kindjal, straightened. "If you'd fought one whit beneath your abilities. I'd have scratched yo...ood one...car you'd remember. I'll not have my favorite pupil fall to the first Harkonnen tramp who happens along."

Paul deactivated his shield, leaned on the table to catch his breath. "I deserved that, Gurney. But it would've angered my father if you'd hurt me. I'll not have you punished for my failing."

"As to that," Halleck said, "it was my failing, too. And you needn't worry abou...raining scar or two. You're lucky you have so few. As to your fathe...he Duke'd punish me only i...ailed to mak...irst-class fighting man out of you. And I'd have been failing there i...adn't explained the fallacy in this mood thing you've suddenly developed."

Paul straightened, slipped his bodkin back into its wrist sheath.

"It's not exactly play we do here," Halleck said.

Paul nodded. He fel...ense of wonder at the uncharacteristic seriousness in Halleck's manner, the sobering intensity. He looked at the beet-colored inkvine scar on the man's jaw, remembering the story of how it had been put there by Beast Rabban i...arkonnen slave pit on Giedi Prime. And Paul fel...udden shame that he had doubted Halleck even for an instant. It occurred to Paul, then, that the making of Halleck's scar had been accompanied by pai... pain as intense, perhaps, as that inflicted b...everend Mother. He thrust this thought aside; it chilled their world.

"I gues...id hope for some play today," Paul said. "Things are so serious around here lately."

Halleck turned away to hide his emotions. Something burned in his eyes. There was pain in hi...ik...lister, all that was left of some lost yesterday that Time had pruned off him.

How soon this child must assume his manhoo...alleck thought. How soon he must read that form within his mind, that contract of brutal caution, to enter the necessary fact on the necessary line: "Please list your next of kin ."

Halleck spoke without turning: "I sensed the play in you, lad, and I'd like nothing better than to join in it. But this no longer can be play. Tomorrow we go to Arrakis. Arrakis is real. The Harkonnens are real."

Paul touched his forehead with his rapier blade held vertical.

Halleck turned, saw the salute and acknowledged it wit...od. He gestured to the practice dummy. "Now, we'll work on your timing. Let me see you catch that thing sinister. I'll control it from over here wher...an hav...ull view of the action. An...arn you I'll be trying new counters today. There'...arning you'd not get fro...eal enemy."

Paul stretched up on his toes to relieve his muscles. He felt solemn with the sudden realization that his life had become filled with swift changes. He crossed to the dummy, slapped the switch on its chest with his rapier tip and felt the defensive field forcing his blade away.

"En garde!" Halleck called, and the dummy pressed the attack.

Paul activated his shield, parried and countered.

Halleck watched as he manipulated the controls. His mind seemed to be in two parts: one alert to the needs of the training fight, and the other wandering in fly-buzz.

I'm the well-trained fruit tre...e thought. Full of well-trained feelings and abilities and all of them grafted onto m...ll bearing for someone else to pick .

For some reason, he recalled his younger sister, her elfin face so clear in his mind. But she was dead no......leasure house for Harkonnen troops. She had loved pansie... . or was it daisies? He couldn't remember. It bothered him that he couldn't remember.

Paul countere...low swing of the dummy, brought up his left hand entretisser .

That clever little devil! Halleck thought, intent now on Paul's interweaving hand motions. He's been practicing and studying on his own. That's not Duncan 's style, and it's certainly nothing I've taught him .

This thought only added to Halleck's sadness. I'm infected by moo...e thought. And he began to wonder about Paul, if the boy ever listened fearfully to his pillow throbbing in the night.

"If wishes were fishes we'd all cast nets," he murmured.

It was his mother's expression and he always used it when he felt the blackness of tomorrow on him. Then he thought what an odd expression that was to be taking t...lanet that had never known seas or fishes.

YUEH (yu'e), Wellington (weling-tun), Stdrd 10,082-10,191; medical doctor of the Suk School (grd Stdrd 10,112); md: Wanna Marcus, B.G. (Stdrd 10,092-10,186?); chiefly noted as betrayer of Duke Leto Atreides. (Cf: Bibliography, Appendix VII [Imperial Conditioning] and Betrayal, The.)

- from "Dictionary of Muad'Dib" by the Princess Irulan

Although he heard Dr. Yueh enter the training room, noting the stiff deliberation of the man's pace, Paul remained stretched out face down on the exercise table where the masseuse had left him. He felt deliciously relaxed after the workout with Gurney Halleck.

"You do look comfortable," said Yueh in his calm, high-pitched voice.

Paul raised his head, saw the man's stick figure standing several paces away, took in a...lance the wrinkled black clothing, the square block o...ead with purple lips and drooping mustache, the diamond tattoo of Imperial Conditioning on his forehead, the long black hair caught in the Suk School 's silver ring at the left shoulder.

"You'll be happy to hear we haven't time for regular lessons today," Yueh said. "Your father will be along presently."

Paul sat up.

"However, I've arranged for you to hav...ilmbook viewer and several lessons during the crossing to Arrakis."

"Oh."

Paul began pulling on his clothes. He felt excitement that his father would be coming. They had spent so little time together since the Emperor's command to take over the fief of Arrakis.

Yueh crossed to the ell table, thinking: How the boy has filled out these past few months. Suc...aste! Oh, suc...ad wast...nd he reminded himself...ust not falter. Wha...o is done to be certain my Wanna no longer can be hurt by the Harkonnen beasts .

Paul joined him at the table, buttoning his jacket. "What'l...e studying on the way across?"

"Ah-h-h-h, the terranic life forms of Arrakis. The planet seems to have opened its arms to certain terranic life forms. It's not clear how...ust seek out the planetary ecologist when we arriv... Dr. Kyne...nd offer my help in the investigation."

And Yueh thought: What a...aying...lay the hypocrite even with myself .

"Will there be something on the Fremen?" Paul asked.

"The Fremen?" Yueh drummed his fingers on the table, caught Paul staring at the nervous motion, withdrew his hand.

"Maybe you have something on the whole Arrakeen population," Paul said.

"Yes, to be sure," Yueh said. "There are two general separations of the peopl...remen, they are one group, and the others are the people of the graben, the sink, and the pan. There's some intermarriage, I'm told. The women of pan and sink villages prefer Fremen husbands; their men prefer Fremen wives. They hav...aying: 'Polish comes from the cities; wisdom from the desert.' "

"Do you have pictures of them?"

"I'll see wha...an get you. The most interesting feature, of course, is their eye...otally blue, no whites in them."

"Mutation?"

"No; it's linked to saturation of the blood with melange."

"The Fremen must be brave to live at the edge of that desert."

"By all accounts," Yueh said. "They compose poems to their knives. Their women are as fierce as the men. Even Fremen children are violent and dangerous. You'll not be permitted to mingle with them...aresay."

Paul stared at Yueh, finding in these few glimpses of the Freme...ower of words that caught his entire attention. Wha...eople to win as allies!

"And the worms?" Paul asked.

"What?"

"I'd like to study more about the sandworms."

"Ah-h-h-h, to be sure. I'v...ilmbook o...mall specimen, only one hundred and ten meters long and twenty-two meters in diameter. It was taken in the northern latitudes. Worms of more than four hundred meters in length have been recorded by reliable witnesses, and there's reason to believe even larger ones exist."

Paul glanced down a...onical projection chart of the northern Arrakeen latitudes spread on the table. "The desert belt and south polar regions are marked uninhabitable. Is it the worms?"

"And the storms."

"But any place can be made habitable."

"If it's economically feasible," Yueh said. "Arrakis has many costly perils." He smoothed his drooping mustache. "Your father will be here soon. Befor...o, I'v...ift for you, somethin...ame across in packing." He put an object on the table between the...lack, oblong, no larger than the end of Paul's thumb.

Paul looked at it. Yueh noted how the boy did not reach for it, and thought: How cautious he is .

"It'...ery old Orange Catholic Bible made for space travelers. No...ilmbook, but actually printed on filament paper. It has its own magnifier and electrostatic charge system." He picked it up, demonstrated. "The book is held closed by the charge, which forces against spring-locked covers. You press the edg...hus, and the pages you've selected repel each other and the book opens."

"It's so small."

"But it has eighteen hundred pages. You press the edg...hus, and s... . and the charge moves ahead one page a...ime as you read. Never touch the actual pages with your fingers. The filament tissue is too delicate." He closed the book, handed it to Paul. "Try it."

Yueh watched Paul work the page adjustment, thought...alve my own conscience...ive him the surcease of religion before betraying him. Thus ma...ay to myself that he has gone wher...annot go .

"This must've been made before filmbooks," Paul said.

"It's quite old. Let it be our secret, eh? Your parents might think it too valuable for one so young."

And Yueh thought: His mother would surely wonder at my motives .

"Wel... . " Paul closed the book, held it in his hand. "If it's so valuabl... . "

"Indulge an old man's whim," Yueh said. "It was given to me whe...as very young." And he thought...ust catch his mind as well as his cupidit... "Open it to four-sixty-seven Kalim...here it says: 'From water does all life begin.' There'...light notch on the edge of the cover to mark the place."

Paul felt the cover, detected two notches, one shallower than the other. He pressed the shallower one and the book spread open on his palm, its magnifier sliding into place.

"Read it aloud," Yueh said.

Paul wet his lips with his tongue, read: "Think you of the fact tha...eaf person cannot hear. Then, what deafness may we not all possess? What senses do we lack that we cannot see and cannot hear another world all around us? What is there around us that we canno.."

"Stop it!" Yueh barked.

Paul broke off, stared at him.

Yueh closed his eyes, fought to regain composure. What perversity caused the book to open at my Wanna's favorite passage? He opened his eyes, saw Paul staring at him.

"Is something wrong?" Paul asked.

"I'm sorry," Yueh said. "That wa... . m... . dead wife's favorite passage. It's not the on...ntended you to read. It brings up memories that ar... . painful."

"There are two notches," Paul said.

Of cours...ueh thought. Wanna marked her passage. His fingers are more sensitive than mine and found her mark. It was an accident, no more .

"You may find the book interesting," Yueh said. "It has much historical truth in it as well as good ethical philosophy."

Paul looked down at the tiny book in his pal...uc...mall thing. Yet, it containe...yster... . something had happened while he read from it. He had felt something stir his terrible purpose.

"Your father will be here any minute," Yueh said. "Put the book away and read it at your leisure."

Paul touched the edge of it as Yueh had shown him. The book sealed itself. He slipped it into his tunic. Fo...oment there when Yueh had barked at him, Paul had feared the man would demand the book's return.

"I thank you for the gift. Dr. Yueh," Paul said, speaking formally. "It will be our secret. If there i...ift of favor you wish from me, please do not hesitate to ask."

"... . need for nothing," Yueh said.

And he thought: Why d...tand here torturing myself? And torturing this poor la... . though he does not know it. Oeyh! Damn those Harkonnen beasts! Why did they choose me for their abomination?

How do we approach the study of Muad'Dib's father...an of surpassing warmth and surprising coldness was the Duke Leto Atreides. Yet, many facts open the way to this Duke: his abiding love for his Bene Gesserit lady; the dreams he held for his son; the devotion with which men served him. You see him there  ...an snared by Destiny...onely figure with his light dimmed behind the glory of his son. Still, one must ask: What is the son but an extension of the father?

- from "Muad'Dib, Family Commentaries" by the Princess Irulan

Paul watched his father enter the training room, saw the guards take up stations outside. One of them closed the door. As always, Paul experience...ense of presence in his father, someone totally here .

The Duke was tall, olive-skinned. His thin face held harsh angles warmed only by deep gray eyes. He wor...lack working uniform with red armorial hawk crest at the breast...ilvered shield belt with the patina of much use girded his narrow waist.

The Duke said: "Hard at work, Son?"

He crossed to the ell table, glanced at the papers on it, swept his gaze around the room and back to Paul. He felt tired, filled with the ache of not showing his fatigue...ust use every opportunity to rest during the crossing to Arraki...e thought. There'll be no rest on Arrakis .

"Not very hard," Paul said. "Everything's s... . " He shrugged.

"Yes. Well, tomorrow we leave. It'll be good to get settled in our new home, put all this upset behind."

Paul nodded, suddenly overcome by memory of the Reverend Mother's words: " QQQ... . for the father, nothing ."

"Father," Paul said, "will Arrakis be as dangerous as everyone says?"

The Duke forced himself to the casual gesture, sat down o...orner of the table, smiled...hole pattern of conversation welled up in his min...he kind of thing he might use to dispel the vapors in his men befor...attle. The pattern froze before it could be vocalized, confronted by the single thought:

This is my son .

"It'll be dangerous," he admitted.

"Hawat tells me we hav...lan for the Fremen," Paul said. And he wondered: Why don'...ell him what that old woman said? How did she seal my tongue?

The Duke noted his son's distress, said: "As always, Hawat sees the main chance. But there's much more...ee also the Combine Honnete Ober Advancer Mercantile...he CHOAM Company. By giving me Arrakis, His Majesty is forced to give u...HOAM directorshi... ...ubtle gain."

"CHOAM controls the spice," Paul said.

"And Arrakis with its spice is our avenue into CHOAM," the Duke said. "There's more to CHOAM than melange."

"Did the Reverend Mother warn you?" Paul blurted. He clenched his fists, feeling his palms slippery with perspiration. The effort it had taken to ask that question.

"Hawat tells me she frightened you with warnings about Arrakis," the Duke said. "Don't le...oman's fears cloud your mind. No woman wants her loved ones endangered. The hand behind those warnings was your mother's. Take this a...ign of her love for us."

"Does she know about the Fremen?"

"Yes, and about much more."

"What?"

And the Duke thought: The truth could be worse than he imagines, but even dangerous facts are valuable if you've been trained to deal with them. And there's one place where nothing has been spared for my so...ealing with dangerous facts. This must be leavened, though; he is young .

"Few products escape the CHOAM touch," the Duke said. "Logs, donkeys, horses, cows, lumber, dung, sharks, whale fu...he most prosaic and the most exoti... . even our poor pundi rice from Caladan. Anything the Guild will transport, the art forms of Ecaz, the machines of Richesse and Ix. But all fades before melange...andful of spice will bu...ome on Tupile. It cannot be manufactured, it must be mined on Arrakis. It is unique and it has true geriatric properties."

"And now we control it?"

"T...ertain degree. But the important thing is to consider all the Houses that depend on CHOAM profits. And think of the enormous proportion of those profits dependent upo...ingle produc...he spice. Imagine what would happen if something should reduce spice production."

"Whoever had stockpiled melange could mak...illing," Paul said. "Others would be out in the cold."

The Duke permitted himsel...oment of grim satisfaction, looking at his son and thinking how penetrating, how truly educated that observation had been. He nodded. "The Harkonnens have been stockpiling for more than twenty years."

"They mean spice production to fail and you to be blamed."

"They wish the Atreides name to become unpopular," the Duke said. "Think of the Landsraad Houses that look to me fo...ertain amount of leadershi...heir unofficial spokesman. Think how they'd react i...ere responsible fo...erious reduction in their income. After all, one's own profits come first. The Great Convention be damned! You can't let someone pauperize you!" QQQ...arsh smile twisted the Duke's mouth. "They'd look the other way no matter what was done to me."

"Even if we were attacked with atomics?"

"Nothing that flagrant. No open defiance of the Convention. But almost anything else short of tha... . perhaps even dusting an...it of soil poisoning."

"Then why are we walking into this?"

"Paul!" The Duke frowned at his son. "Knowing where the trap i...hat's the first step in evading it. This is like single combat, Son, only o...arger scal... feint withi...eint withi...ein... . seemingly without end. The task is to unravel it. Knowing that the Harkonnens stockpile melange, we ask another question: Who else is stockpiling? That's the list of our enemies."

"Who?"

"Certain Houses we knew were unfriendly and some we'd thought friendly. We need not consider them for the moment because there is one other much more important: our beloved Padishah Emperor."

Paul tried to swallow i...hroat suddenly dry. "Couldn't you convene the Landsraad, expos.."

"Make our enemy aware we know which hand holds the knife? Ah, now, Pau...e see the knife, now. Who knows where it might be shifted next? If we put this before the Landsraad it'd only creat...reat cloud of confusion. The Emperor would deny it. Who could gainsay him? All we'd gain i...ittle time while risking chaos. And where would the next attack come from?"

"All the Houses might start stockpiling spice."

"Our enemies hav...ead star...oo much o...ead to overcome."

"The Emperor," Paul said. "That means the Sardaukar."

"Disguised in Harkonnen livery, no doubt," the Duke said. "But the soldier fanatics nonetheless."

"How can Fremen help us against Sardaukar?"

"Did Hawat talk to you about Salusa Secundus?"

"The Emperor's prison planet? No."

"What if it were more tha...rison planet, Paul? There'...uestion you never hear asked about the Imperial Corps of Sardaukar: Where do they come from?"

"From the prison planet?"

"They come from somewhere."

"But the supporting levies the Emperor demands fro.."

"That's what we're led to believe: they're just the Emperor's levies trained young and superbly. You hear an occasional muttering about the Emperor's training cadres, but the balance of our civilization remains the same: the military forces of the Landsraad Great Houses on one side, the Sardaukar and their supporting levies on the other. And their supporting levies, Paul. The Sardaukar remain the Sardaukar."

"But every report on Salusa Secundus says S.S. i...ell world!"

"Undoubtedly. But if you were going to raise tough, strong, ferocious men, what environmental conditions would you impose on them?"

"How could you win the loyalty of such men?"

"There are proven ways: play on the certain knowledge of their superiority, the mystique of secret covenant, the esprit of shared suffering. It can be done. It has been done on many worlds in many times."

Paul nodded, holding his attention on his father's face. He felt some revelation impending.

"Consider Arrakis," the Duke said. "When you get outside the towns and garrison villages, it's every bit as terribl...lace as Salusa Secundus."

Paul's eyes went wide. "The Fremen!"

"We have there the potential o...orps as strong and deadly as the Sardaukar. It'll require patience to exploit them secretly and wealth to equip them properly. But the Fremen are ther... . and the spice wealth is there. You see now why we walk into Arrakis, knowing the trap is there."

"Don't the Harkonnens know about the Fremen?"

"The Harkonnens sneered at the Fremen, hunted them for sport, never even bothered trying to count them. We know the Harkonnen policy with planetary population...pend as little as possible to maintain them."

The metallic threads in the hawk symbol above his father's breast glistened as the Duke shifted his position. "You see?"

"We're negotiating with the Fremen right now," Paul said.

"I sen...ission headed by Duncan Idaho," the Duke said. "A proud and ruthless man, Dunca...ut fond of the truth...hink the Fremen will admire him. If we're lucky, they may judge us by him: Dunca...he moral."

" Dunca...he moral," Paul said, "and Gurney the valorous."

"You name them well," the Duke said.

And Paul thought: Gurney's one of those the Reverend Mother meant...upporter of worlds  - " QQQ... . the valor of the brave ."

"Gurney tells me you did well in weapons today," the Duke said.

"That isn't what he told me."

The Duke laughed aloud. "I figured Gurney to be sparse with his praise. He says you hav...icety of awarenes...n his own word...f the difference betwee...lade's edge and its tip."

"Gurney says there's no artistry in killing with the tip, that it should be done with the edge."

"Gurney'...omantic," the Duke growled. This talk of killing suddenly disturbed him, coming from his son. "I'd sooner you never had to kil... . but if the need arises, you do it however you ca...ip or edge." He looked up at the skylight, on which the rain was drumming.

Seeing the direction of his father's stare, Paul thought of the wet skies out ther... thing never to be seen on Arrakis from all account...nd this thought of skies put him in mind of the space beyond. "Are the Guild ships really big?" he asked.

The Duke looked at him. "This will be your first time off planet," he said. "Yes, they're big. We'll be ridin...eighliner because it'...ong trip...eighliner is truly big. Its hold will tuck all our frigates and transports int...ittle corne...e'll be jus...mall part of the ship's manifest."

"And we won't be able to leave our frigates?"

"That's part of the price you pay for Guild Security. There could be Harkonnen ships right alongside us and we'd have nothing to fear from them. The Harkonnens know better than to endanger their shipping privileges."

"I'm going to watch our screens and try to se...uildsman."

"You won't. Not even their agents ever se...uildsman. The Guild's as jealous of its privacy as it is of its monopoly. Don't do anything to endanger our shipping privileges, Paul."

"Do you think they hide because they've mutated and don't loo... . human anymore?"

"Who knows?" The Duke shrugged. "It'...ystery we're not likely to solve. We've more immediate problem...mong them: you."

"Me?"

"Your mother wanted me to be the one to tell you, Son. You see, you may have Mentat capabilities."

Paul stared at his father, unable to speak fo...oment, then: "A Mentat? Me? Bu... . ."

"Hawat agrees, Son. It's true."

"Bu...hought Mentat training had to start during infancy and the subject couldn't be told because it might inhibit the earl... ." He broke off, all his past circumstances coming to focus in one flashing computation. "I see," he said.

"A day comes," the Duke said, "when the potential Mentat must learn what's being done. It may no longer be done to him. The Mentat has to share in the choice of whether to continue or abandon the training. Some can continue; some are incapable of it. Only the potential Mentat can tell this for sure about himself."

Paul rubbed his chin. All the special training from Hawat and his mothe...he mnemonics, the focusing of awareness, the muscle control and sharpening of sensitivities, the study of languages and nuances of voice...ll of it clicked int...ew kind of understanding in his mind.

"You'll be the Duke someday, Son," his father said. "A Mentat Duke would be formidable indeed. Can you decide no... . or do you need more time?"

There was no hesitation in his answer. "I'll go on with the training."

"Formidable indeed," the Duke murmured, and Paul saw the proud smile on his father's face. The smile shocked Paul: it ha...kull look on the Duke's narrow features. Paul closed his eyes, feeling the terrible purpose reawaken within him. Perhaps bein...entat is terrible purpos...e thought.

But even as he focused on this thought, his new awareness denied it.

With the Lady Jessica and Arrakis, the Bene Gesserit system of sowing implant-legends through the Missionaria Protectiva came to its full fruition. The wisdom of seeding the known universe wit...rophecy pattern for the protection of B.G. personnel has long been appreciated, but never have we see...ondition-ut-extremis with more ideal mating of person and preparation. The prophetic legends had taken on Arrakis even to the extent of adopted labels (including Reverend Mother, canto and respondu, and most of the Shari -a panoplia propheticus). And it is generally accepted now that the Lady Jessica's latent abilities were grossly under-estimated.

- from "Analysis: The Arrakeen Crisis" by the Princess Irulan

[Private circulation: B.G. file number AR-81088587]

All around the Lady Jessic...iled in corners of the Arrakeen great hall, mounded in the open space...tood the packaged freight of their lives: boxes, trunks, cartons, case...ome partly unpacked. She could hear the cargo handlers from the Guild shuttle depositing another load in the entry.

Jessica stood in the center of the hall. She moved i...low turn, looking up and around at shadowed carvings, crannies and deeply recessed windows. This giant anachronism o...oom reminded her of the Sisters' Hall at her Bene Gesserit school. But at the school the effect had been of warmth. Here, all was bleak stone.

Some architect had reached far back into history for these buttressed walls and dark hangings, she thought. The arched ceiling stood two stories above her with great crossbeams she felt sure had been shipped here to Arrakis across space at monstrous cost. No planet of this system grew trees to make such beam...nless the beams were imitation wood.

She thought not.

This had been the government mansion in the days of the Old Empire. Costs had been of less importance then. It had been before the Harkonnens and their new megalopolis of Cartha... cheap and brassy place some two hundred kilometers northeast across the Broken Lan...eto had been wise to choose this place for his seat of government. The name, Arrakeen, ha...ood sound, filled with tradition. And this wa...maller city, easier to sterilize and defend.

Again there came the clatter of boxes being unloaded in the entry. Jessica sighed.

Agains...arton to her right stood the painting of the Duke's father. Wrapping twine hung from it lik...rayed decoration...iece of the twine was still clutched in Jessica's left hand. Beside the painting la...lack bull's head mounted o...olished board. The head wa...ark island i...ea of wadded paper. Its plaque lay flat on the floor, and the bull's shiny muzzle pointed at the ceiling as though the beast were ready to bello...hallenge into this echoing room.

Jessica wondered what compulsion had brought her to uncover those two things firs...he head and the painting. She knew there was something symbolic in the action. Not since the day when the Duke's buyers had taken her from the school had she felt this frightened and unsure of herself.

The head and the picture.

They heightened her feelings of confusion. She shuddered, glanced at the slit windows high overhead. It was still early afternoon here, and in these latitudes the sky looked black and col...o much darker than the warm blue of Caladan...ang of homesickness throbbed through her.

So far away, Caladan.

"Here we are!"

The voice was Duke Leto's.

She whirled, saw him striding from the arched passage to the dining hall. His black working uniform with red armorial hawk crest at the breast looked dusty and rumpled.

"I thought you might have lost yourself in this hideous place," he said.

"It i...old house," she said. She looked at his tallness, at the dark skin that made her think of olive groves and golden sun on blue waters. There was woodsmoke in the gray of his eyes, but the face was predatory: thin, full of sharp angles and planes.

A sudden fear of him tightened her breast. He had become suc...avage, driving person since the decision to bow to the Emperor's command.

"The whole city feels cold," she said.

"It'...irty, dusty little garrison town," he agreed. "But we'll change that." He looked around the hall. "These are public rooms for state occasions. I've just glanced at some of the family apartments in the south wing. They're much nicer." He stepped closer, touched her arm, admiring her stateliness.

And again, he wondered at her unknown ancestr... renegade House, perhaps? Some black-barred royalty? She looked more regal than the Emperor's own blood.

Under the pressure of his stare, she turned half away, exposing her profile. And he realized there was no single and precise thing that brought her beauty to focus. The face was oval unde...ap of hair the color of polished bronze. Her eyes were set wide, as green and clear as the morning skies of Caladan. The nose was small, the mouth wide and generous. Her figure was good but scant: tall and with its curves gone to slimness.

He remembered that the lay sisters at the school had called her skinny, so his buyers had told him. But that description oversimplified. She had brough...egal beauty back into the Atreides line. He was glad that Paul favored her.

"Where's Paul?" he asked.

"Someplace around the house taking his lessons with Yueh."

"Probably in the south wing," he said. "I though...eard Yueh's voice, bu...ouldn't take time to look." He glanced down at her, hesitating. "I came here only to hang the key of Caladan Castle in the dining hall."

She caught her breath, stopped the impulse to reach out to him. Hanging the ke...here was finality in that action. But this was not the time or place for comforting. "I saw our banner over the house as we came in," she said.

He glanced at the painting of his father. "Where were you going to hang that?"

"Somewhere in here."

"No." The word rang flat and final, telling her she could use trickery to persuade, but open argument was useless. Still, she had to try, even if the gesture served only to remind herself that she would not trick him.

"My Lord," she said, "if you'd onl... . "

"The answer remains no...ndulge you shamefully in most things, not in this. I've just come from the dining hall where there ar.."

"My Lord! Please."

"The choice is between your digestion and my ancestral dignity, my dear," he said. "They will hang in the dining hall."

She sighed. "Yes, my Lord."

"You may resume your custom of dining in your rooms whenever possible...hall expect you at your proper position only on formal occasions."

"Thank you, my Lord."

"And don't go all cold and formal on me! Be thankful tha...ever married you, my dear. Then it'd be your duty to join me at table for every meal."

She held her face immobile, nodded.

"Hawat already has our own poison snooper over the dining table," he said. "There'...ortable in your room."

"You anticipated thi... . disagreement," she said.

"My dear...hink also of your comfort. I've engaged servants. They're locals, but Hawat has cleared the...hey're Fremen all. They'll do until our own people can be released from their other duties."

"Can anyone from this place be truly safe?"

"Anyone who hates Harkonnens. You may even want to keep the head housekeeper: the Shadout Mapes."

"Shadout," Jessica said. "A Fremen title?"

"I'm told it means 'well-dipper,'...eaning with rather important overtones here. She may not strike you a...ervant type, although Hawat speaks highly of her on the basis of Duncan 's report. They're convinced she wants to serv...pecifically that she wants to serve you."

"Me?"

"The Fremen have learned that you're Bene Gesserit," he said. "There are legends here about the Bene Gesserit."

The Missionaria Protectiv...essica thought. No place escapes them .

"Does this mean Duncan was successful?" she asked. "Will the Fremen be our allies?"

"There's nothing definite," he said. "They wish to observe us fo...hile, Duncan believes. They did, however, promise to stop raiding our outlying villages durin...ruce period. That'...ore important gain than it might seem. Hawat tells me the Fremen wer...eep thorn in the Harkonnen side, that the extent of their ravages wa...arefully guarded secret. It wouldn't have helped for the Emperor to learn the ineffectiveness of the Harkonnen military."

"A Fremen housekeeper," Jessica mused, returning to the subject of the Shadout Mapes. "She'll have the all-blue eyes."

"Don't let the appearance of these people deceive you," he said. "There'...eep strength and healthy vitality in them...hink they'll be everything we need."

"It'...angerous gamble," she said.

"Let's not go into that again," he said.

She force...mile. "We are committed, no doubt of that." She went through the quick regimen of calmnes...he two deep breaths, the ritual thought, then: "Whe...ssign rooms, is there anything specia...hould reserve for you?"

"You must teach me someday how you do that," he said, "the way you thrust your worries aside and turn to practical matters. It must b...ene Gesserit thing."

"It'...emale thing," she said.

He smiled. "Well, assignment of rooms: make certain...ave large office space next to my sleeping quarters. There'll be more paper work here than on Caladan...uard room, of course. That should cover it. Don't worry about security of the house. Hawat's men have been over it in depth."

"I'm sure they have."

He glanced at his wristwatch. "And you might see that all our timepieces are adjusted for Arrakeen local. I've assigne...ech to take care of it. He'll be along presently." He brushe...trand of her hair back from her forehead. "I must return to the landing field now. The second shuttle's due any minute with my staff reserves."

"Couldn't Hawat meet them, my Lord? You look so tired."

"The good Thufir is even busier tha...m. You know this planet's infested with Harkonnen intrigues. Besides...ust try persuading some of the trained spice hunters against leaving. They have the option, you know, with the change of fie...nd this planetologist the Emperor and the Landsraad installed as Judge of the Change cannot be bought. He's allowing the opt. About eight hundred trained hands expect to go out on the spice shuttle and there'...uild cargo ship standing by."

"My Lor... . " She broke off, hesitating.

"Yes?"

......QQ He will not be persuaded against trying to make this planet secure for u...he thought. An...annot use my tricks on him.

"At what time will you be expecting dinner?" she asked.

That's not what she was going to sa...e thought. Ah-h-h-h, my Jessica, would that we were somewhere else, anywhere away from this terrible plac...lone, the two of us, withou...are .

"I'll eat in the officers' mess at the field," he said. "Don't expect me until very late. An... .ah, I'll be sendin...uardcar for Paul...ant him to attend our strategy conference."

He cleared his throat as though to say something else, then, without warning, turned and strode out, headed for the entry where she could hear more boxes being deposited. His voice sounded once from there, commanding and disdainful, the way he always spoke to servants when he was i...urry: "The Lady Jessica's in the Great Hall. Join her there immediately."

The outer door slammed.

Jessica turned away, faced the painting of Leto's father. It had been done by the famed artist, Albe, during the Old Duke's middle years. He was portrayed in matador costume wit...agenta cape flung over his left arm. The face looked young, hardly older than Leto's now, and with the same hawk features, the same gray stare. She clenched her fists at her sides, glared at the painting.

"Damn you! Damn you! Damn you!" she whispered.

"What are your orders, Noble Born?"

It wa...oman's voice, thin and stringy.

Jessica whirled, stared down a...nobby, gray-haired woman i...hapeless sack dress of bondsman brown. The woman looked as wrinkled and desiccated as any member of the mob that had greeted them along the way from the landing field that morning. Every native she had seen on this planet, Jessica thought, looked prune dry and undernourished. Yet, Leto had said they were strong and vital. And there were the eyes, of cours...hat wash of deepest, darkest blue without any whit...ecretive, mysterious. Jessica forced herself not to stare.

The woman gav...tiff-necked nod, said: "I am called the Shadout Mapes, Noble Born. What are your orders?"

"You may refer to me as 'my Lady,' " Jessica said. "I'm not noble born. I'm the bound concubine of the Duke Leto."

Again that strange nod, and the woman peered upward at Jessica wit...ly questioning, "There'...ife, then?"

"There is not, nor has there ever been...m the Duke's onl... . companion, the mother of his heir-designate."

Even as she spoke, Jessica laughed inwardly at the pride behind her words. What was it St. Augustine said? she asked herself. "The mind commands the body and it obeys. The mind orders itself and meets resistance." Ye... am meeting more resistance lately...ould us...uiet retreat by myself .

A weird cry sounded from the road outside the house. It was repeated: "Soo-soo-Sook! Soo-soo-Sook!" Then: "Ikhut-eigh! Ikhut-eigh!" And again: "Soo-soo-Sook!"

"What is that?" Jessica asked. "I heard it several times as we drove through the streets this morning."

"Onl...ater-seller, my Lady. But you've no need to interest yourself in such as they. The cistern here holds fifty thousand liters and it's always kept full." She glanced down at her dress. "Why, you know, my Lady...on't even have to wear my stillsuit here?" She cackled. "And me not even dead!"

Jessica hesitated, wanting to question this Fremen woman, needing data to guide her. But bringing order of the confusion in the castle was more imperative. Still, she found the thought unsettling that water wa...ajor mark of wealth here.

"My husband told me of your title, Shadout," Jessica said. "I recognized the word. It'...ery ancient word."

"You know the ancient tongues then?" Mapes asked, and she waited with an odd intensity.

"Tongues are the Bene Gesserit's first learning," Jessica said. "I know the Bhotani Jib and the Chakobsa, all the hunting languages."

Mapes nodded. "Just as the legend says."

And Jessica wondered: Why d...lay out this sham? But the Bene Gesserit ways were devious and compelling.

"I know the Dark Things and the ways of the Great Mother," Jessica said. She read the more obvious signs in Mapes' actions and appearance, the petit betrayals. "Miseces prejia," she said in the Chakobsa tongue. "Andral t're pera! Trada cik buscakri miseces perakr.."

Mapes too...ackward step, appeared poised to flee.

"I know many things." Jessica said. "I know that you have borne children, that you have lost loved ones, that you have hidden in fear and that you have done violence and will yet do more violence...now many things."

I...ow voice, Mapes said: "I meant no offense, my Lady."

"You speak of the legend and seek answers," Jessica said. "Beware the answers you may find...now you came prepared for violence wit...eapon in your bodice."

"My Lady... .."

"There'...emote possibility you could draw my life's blood," Jessica said, "but in so doing you'd bring down more ruin than your wildest fears could imagine. There are worse things than dying, you kno...ven for an entire people."

"My Lady!" Mapes pleaded. She appeared about to fall to her knees. "The weapon was sent a...ift to you should you prove to be the One."

"And as the means of my death shoul...rove otherwise," Jessica said. She waited in the seeming relaxation that made the Bene Gesserit-trained so terrifying in combat.

Now we see which way the decision tip...he thought.

Slowly, Mapes reached into the neck of her dress, brought ou...ark sheath...lack handle with deep finger ridges protruded from it. She took sheath in one hand and handle in the other, withdre...ilk-white blade, held it up. The blade seemed to shine and glitter wit...ight of its own. It was double-edged lik...indjal and the blade was perhaps twenty centimeters long.

"Do you know this, my Lady?" Mapes asked.

It could only be one thing, Jessica knew, the fabled crysknife of Arrakis, the blade that had never been taken off the planet, and was known only by rumor and wild gossip.

"It'...rysknife," she said.

"Say it not lightly," Mapes said. "Do you know its meaning?"

And Jessica thought: There was an edge to that question. Here's the reason this Fremen has taken service with me, to ask that one question. My answer could precipitate violence o... . what? She seeks an answer from me: the meaning o...nife. She's called the Shadow in the Chakobsa tongue. Knife, that's "Death Maker" in Chakobsa. She's getting restive...ust answer now. Delay is as dangerous as the wrong answer.

Jessica said: "It'...ake.."

"Eighe-e-e-e-e-e!" Mapes wailed. It wa...ound of both grief and elation. She trembled so hard the knife blade sent glittering shards of reflection shooting around the room.

Jessica waited, poised. She had intended to say the knife wa...aker of death and then add the ancient word, but every sense warned her now, all the deep training of alertness that exposed meaning in the most casual muscle twitch.

The key word wa... . maker .

Maker? Maker .

Still, Mapes held the knife as though ready to use it.

Jessica said: "Did you think that I, knowing the mysteries of the Great Mother, would not know the Maker?"

Mapes lowered the knife. "My Lady, when one has lived with prophecy for so long, the moment of revelation i...hock."

Jessica thought about the prophec...he Shari -a and all the panoplia propheticus...ene Gesserit of the Missionaria Protectiva dropped here long centuries ag...ong dead, no doubt, but her purpose accomplished: the protective legends implanted in these people against the day o...ene Gesserit's need.

Well, that day had come.

Mapes returned knife to sheath, said: "This is an unfixed blade, my Lady. Keep it near you. More tha...eek away from flesh and it begins to disintegrate. It's yours...ooth of shai-hulud, for as long as you live."

Jessica reached out her right hand, riske...amble: "Mapes, you've sheathed that blade unblooded."

Wit...asp, Mapes dropped the sheathed knife into Jessica's hand, tore open the brown bodice, wailing: "Take the water of my life!"

Jessica withdrew the blade from its sheath. How it glittered! She directed the point toward Mapes, sa...ear greater than death-panic come over the woman. Poison in the point? Jessica wondered. She tipped up the point, dre...elicate scratch with the blade's edge above Mapes' left breast. There wa...hick welling of blood that stopped almost immediately. Ultrafast coagulatio...essica thought...oisture-conserving mutation?

She sheathed the blade, said: "Button your dress, Mapes."

Mapes obeyed, trembling. The eyes without whites stared at Jessica. "You are ours," she muttered. "You are the One."

There came another sound of unloading in the entry. Swiftly, Mapes grabbed the sheathed knife, concealed it in Jessica's bodice. "Who sees that knife must be cleansed or slain!" she snarled. "You know that, my Lady!"

I know it no...essica thought.

The cargo handlers left without intruding on the Great Hall.

Mapes composed herself, said: "The uncleansed who have see...rysknife may not leave Arrakis alive. Never forget that, my Lady. You've been entrusted wit...rysknife." She too...eep breath. "Now the thing must take its course. It cannot be hurried." She glanced at the stacked boxes and piled goods around them. "And there's work aplenty to while the time for us here."

Jessica hesitated. "The thing must take its course ." That wa...pecific catchphrase from the Missionaria Protectiva's stock of incantation...he coming of the Reverend Mother to free you .

But I'm no...everend Mothe...essica thought. And then: Great Mother! They planted that one here! This must b...ideous place!

In matter-of-fact tones, Mapes said: "What'll you be wanting me to do first, my Lady?"

Instinct warned Jessica to match that casual tone. She said: "The painting of the Old Duke over there, it must be hung on one side of the dining hall. The bull's head must go on the wall opposite the painting."

Mapes crossed to the bull's head. "Wha...reat beast it must have been to carry suc...ead," she said. She stooped. "I'll have to be cleaning this first, won't I, my Lady?"

"No."

"But there's dirt caked on its horns."

"That's not dirt, Mapes. That's the blood of our Duke's father. Those horns were sprayed wit...ransparent fixative within hours after this beast killed the Old Duke."

Mapes stood up. "Ah, now!" she said.

"It's just blood," Jessica said. "Old blood at that. Get some help hanging these now. The beastly things are heavy."

"Did you think the blood bothered me?" Mapes asked. "I'm of the desert and I've seen blood aplenty."

"... . see that you have," Jessica said.

"And some of it my own," Mapes said. "More'n you drew with your puny scratch."

"You'd rather I'd cut deeper?"

"Ah, no! The body's water is scant enough 'thout gushin...asteful lot of it into the air. You did the thing right."

And Jessica, noting the words and manner, caught the deeper implications in the phrase, 'the body's water'. Again she fel...ense of oppression at the importance of water on Arrakis.

"On which side of the dining hall shal...ang which one of these pretties, my Lady?" Mapes asked.

Ever the practical one, this Mape...essica thought. She said: "Use your own judgment, Mapes. It makes no real difference."

"As you say, my Lady." Mapes stooped, began clearing wrappings and twine from the head. "Killed an old duke, did you?" she crooned.

"Shal...ummo...andler to help you?" Jessica asked.

"I'll manage, my Lady."

Yes, she'll manag...essica thought. There's that about this Fremen creature: the drive to manage .

Jessica felt the cold sheath of the crysknife beneath her bodice, thought of the long chain of Bene Gesserit scheming that had forged another link here. Because of that scheming, she had survive...eadly crisis. "It cannot be hurried," Mapes had said. Yet there wa...empo of headlong rushing to this place that filled Jessica with foreboding. And not all the preparations of the Missionaria Protectiva nor Hawat's suspicious inspection of this castellated pile of rocks could dispel the feeling.

"When you've finished hanging those, start unpacking the boxes," Jessica said. "One of the cargo men at the entry has all the keys and knows where things should go. Get the keys and the list from him. If there are any questions I'll be in the south wing."

"As you will, my Lady," Mapes said.

Jessica turned away, thinking: Hawat may have passed this residency as safe, but there's something wrong about the place...an feel it .

An urgent need to see her son gripped Jessica. She began walking toward the arched doorway that led into the passage to the dining hall and the family wings. Faster and faster she walked until she was almost running.

Behind her, Mapes paused in clearing the wrappings from the bull's head, looked at the retreating back. "She's the One all right," she muttered. "Poor thing."

"Yueh! Yueh! Yueh!" goes the refrain. "A million deaths were not enough for Yueh!"

- from "A Child's History of Muad'Dib" by the Princess Irulan

The door stood ajar, and Jessica stepped through it int...oom with yellow walls. To her left stretche...ow settee of black hide and two empty bookcases...anging waterflask with dust on its bulging sides. To her right, bracketing another door, stood more empty bookcases...esk from Caladan and three chairs. At the windows directly ahead of her stood Dr. Yueh, his back to her, his attention fixed upon the outside world.

Jessica took another silent step into the room.

She saw that Yueh's coat was wrinkled...hite smudge near the left elbow as though he had leaned against chalk. He looked, from behind, lik...leshless stick figure in overlarge black clothing...aricature poised for stringy movement at the direction o...uppet master. Only the squarish block of head with long ebony hair caught in its silver Suk School ring at the shoulder seemed aliv...urning slightly to follow some movement outside.

Again, she glanced around the room, seeing no sign of her son, but the closed door on her right, she knew, let int...mall bedroom for which Paul had expresse...iking.

"Good afternoon. Dr. Yueh," she said. "Where's Paul?"

He nodded as though to something out the window, spoke in an absent manner without turning: "Your son grew tired, Jessica...ent him into the next room to rest."

Abruptly, he stiffened, whirled with mustache flopping over his purpled lips. "Forgive me, my Lady! My thoughts were far awa... ... ...id not mean to be familiar."

She smiled, held out her right hand. Fo...oment, she was afraid he might kneel. " Wellingto...lease."

"To use your name like tha... ... .."

"We've known each other six years," she said. "It's long past time formalities should've been dropped between u...n private."

Yueh venture...hin smile, thinking...elieve it has worked. Now, she'll think anything unusual in my manner is due to embarrassment. She'll not look for deeper reasons when she believes she already knows the answer .

"I'm afrai...as woolgathering," he said. "Wheneve... ...eel especially sorry for you. I'm afrai...hink of you a... . well, Jessica."

"Sorry for me? Whatever for?"

Yueh shrugged. Long ago, he had realized Jessica was not gifted with the full Truthsay as his Wanna had been. Still, he always used the truth with Jessica whenever possible. It was safest.

"You've seen this place, m... . Jessica." He stumbled over the name, plunged ahead: "So barren after Caladan. And the people! Those townswomen we passed on the way here wailing beneath their veils. The way they looked at us."

She folded her arms across her breast, hugging herself, feeling the crysknife there...lade ground fro...andworm's tooth, if the reports were right. "It's just that we're strange to the...ifferent people, different customs. They've known only the Harkonnens." She looked past him out the windows. "What were you staring at out there?"

He turned back to the window. "The people."

Jessica crossed to his side, looked to the left toward the front of the house where Yueh's attention was focused...ine of twenty palm trees grew there, the ground beneath them swept clean, barren...creen fence separated them from the road upon which robed people were passing. Jessica detecte...aint shimmering in the air between her and the peopl... house shiel...nd went on to study the passing throng, wondering why Yueh found them so absorbing.

The pattern emerged and she pu...and to her cheek. The way the passing people looked at the palm trees! She saw envy, some hat... . eve...ense of hope. Each person raked those trees wit...ixity of expression.

"Do you know what they're thinking?" Yueh asked.

"You profess to read minds?" she asked.

"Those minds," he said. "They look at those trees and they think; 'There are one hundred of us.' That's what they think."

She turne...uzzled frown on him. "Why?"

"Those are date palms," he said. "One date palm requires forty liters of wate...ay...an requires but eight liters...alm, then, equals five men. There are twenty palms out ther...ne hundred men."

"But some of those people look at the trees hopefully."

"They but hope some dates will fall, except it's the wrong season."

"We look at this place with too critical an eye," she said. "There's hope as well as danger here. The spice could make us rich. Wit...at treasury, we can make this world into whatever we wish."

And she laughed silently at herself: Who a...rying to convince? The laugh broke through her restraints, emerging brittle, without humor. "But you can't buy security," she said.

Yueh turned away to hide his face from her. If only it were possible to hate these people instead of love them! In her manner, in many ways, Jessica was like his Wanna. Yet that thought carried its own rigors, hardening him to his purpose. The ways of the Harkonnen cruelty were devious. Wanna might not be dead. He had to be certain.

"Do not worry for us, Wellington ," Jessica said. "The problem's ours, not yours."

She think...orry for her! He blinked back tears. An...o, of course. Bu...ust stand before that black Baron with his deed accomplished, and take my one chance to strike him where he is weakes...n his gloating moment!

He sighed.

"Would it disturb Paul i...ooked in on him?" she asked.

"Not at all...ave hi...edative."

"He's taking the change well?" she asked.

"Except for gettin...it overtired. He's excited, but what fifteen-year-old wouldn't be under these circumstances?" He crossed to the door, opened it. "He's in here."

Jessica followed, peered int...hadowy room.

Paul lay o...arrow cot, one arm beneat...ight cover, the other thrown back over his head. Slatted blinds a...indow beside the bed wov...oom of shadows across face and blanket.

Jessica stared at her son, seeing the oval shape of face so like her own. But the hair was the Duke'...oal-colored and tousled. Long lashes concealed the lime-toned eyes. Jessica smiled, feeling her fears retreat. She was suddenly caught by the idea of genetic traces in her son's feature...er lines in eyes and facial outline, but sharp touches of the father peering through that outline like maturity emerging from childhood.

She thought of the boy's features as an exquisite distillation out of random pattern...ndless queues of happenstance meeting at this nexus. The thought made her want to kneel beside the bed and take her son in her arms, but she was inhibited by Yueh's presence. She stepped back, closed the door softly.

Yueh had returned to the window, unable to bear watching the way Jessica stared at her son. Why did Wanna never give me children? he asked himself...now a...octor there was no physical reason against it. Was there some Bene Gesserit reason? Was she, perhaps, instructed to serv...ifferent purpose? What could it have been? She loved me, certainly .

For the first time, he was caught up in the thought that he might be part o...attern more involuted and complicated than his mind could grasp.

Jessica stopped beside him, said: "What delicious abandon in the sleep o...hild."

He spoke mechanically: "If only adults could relax like that."

"Yes."

"Where do we lose it?" he murmured.

She glanced at him, catching the odd tone, but her mind was still on Paul, thinking of the new rigors in his training here, thinking of the differences in his life no...o very different from the life they once had planned for him.

"We do, indeed, lose something," she said.

She glanced out to the right a...lope humped wit...ind-troubled gray-green of bushe...usty leaves and dry claw branches. The too-dark sky hung over the slope lik...lot, and the milky light of the Arrakeen sun gave the scen...ilver cas...ight like the crysknife concealed in her bodice.

"The sky's so dark," she said.

"That's partly the lack of moisture," he said.

"Water!" she snapped. "Everywhere you turn here, you're involved with the lack of water!"

"It's the precious mystery of Arrakis," he said.

"Why is there so little of it? There's volcanic rock here. There'r...ozen power source...ould name. There's polar ice. They say you can't drill in the deser...torms and sandtides destroy equipment faster than it can be installed, if the worms don't get you first. They've never found water traces there, anyway. But the mystery, Wellingto...he real mystery is the wells that've been drilled up here in the sinks and basins. Have you read about those?"

"Firs...rickle, then nothing," he said.

"But, Wellingto...hat's the mystery. The water was there. It dries up. And never again is there water. Yet another hole nearby produces the same result...rickle that stops. Has no one ever been curious about this?"

"It is curious," he said. "You suspect some living agency? Wouldn't that have shown in core samples?"

"What would have shown? Alien plant matte... . or animal? Who could recognize it?" She turned back to the slope. "The water is stopped. Something plugs it. That's my suspicion."

"Perhaps the reason's known," he said. "The Harkonnens sealed off many sources of information about Arrakis. Perhaps there was reason to suppress this."

"What reason?" she asked. "And then there's the atmospheric moisture. Little enough of it, certainly, but there's some. It's the major source of water here, caught in windtraps and precipitators. Where does that come from?"

"The polar caps?"

"Cold air takes up little moisture, Wellingto...here are things here behind the Harkonnen veil that bear close investigation, and not all of those things are directly involved with the spice."

"We are indeed behind the Harkonnen veil," he said. "Perhaps we'l... ." He broke off, noting the sudden intense way she was looking at him. "Is something wrong?"

"The way you say 'Harkonnen,' " she said. "Even my Duke's voice doesn't carry that weight of venom when he uses the hated name...idn't know you had personal reasons to hate them, Wellington ."

Great Mother! he thought. I've aroused her suspicions! No...ust use every trick my Wanna taught me. There's only one solution: tell the truth as far a...an .

He said: "You didn't know that my wife, my Wann... . " He shrugged, unable to speak pas...udden constriction in his throat. Then: "The... . " The words would not come out. He felt panic, closed his eyes tightly, experiencing the agony in his chest and little else unti...and touched his arm gently.

"Forgive me," Jessica said. "I did not mean to open an old wound." And she thought: Those animals! His wife was Bene Gesseri...he signs are all over him. And it's obvious the Harkonnens killed her. Here's another poor victim bound to the Atreides b...herem of hate .

"I am sorry," he said. "I'm unable to talk about it." He opened his eyes, giving himself up to the internal awareness of grief. That, at least, was truth.

Jessica studied him, seeing the up-angled cheeks, the dark sequins of almond eyes, the butter complexion, and stringy mustache hanging lik...urved frame around purpled lips and narrow chin. The creases of his cheeks and forehead, she saw, were as much lines of sorrow as of age...eep affection for him came over her.

" Wellingto...'m sorry we brought you into this dangerous place," she said.

"I came willingly," he said. And that, too, was true.

"But this whole planet'...arkonnen trap. You must know that."

"It will take more tha...rap to catch the Duke Leto," he said. And that, too, was true.

"Perhap...hould be more confident of him," she said. "He i...rilliant tactician."

"We've been uprooted," he said. "That's why we're uneasy."

"And how easy it is to kill the uprooted plant," she said. "Especially when you put it down in hostile soil."

"Are we certain the soil's hostile?"

"There were water riots when it was learned how many people the Duke was adding to the population," she said. "They stopped only when the people learned we were installing new windtraps and condensers to take care of the load."

"There is only so much water to support human life here," he said. "The people know if more come to drin...imited amount of water, the price goes up and the very poor die. But the Duke has solved this. It doesn't follow that the riots mean permanent hostility toward him."

"And guards," she said. "Guards everywhere. And shields. You see the blurring of them everywhere you look. We did not live this way on Caladan."

"Give this plane...hance," he said.

But Jessica continued to stare hard-eyed out the window. "I can smell death in this place," she said. "Hawat sent advance agents in here by the battalion. Those guards outside are his men. The cargo handlers are his men. There've been unexplained withdrawals of large sums from the treasury. The amounts mean only one thing: bribes in high places." She shook her head. "Where Thufir Hawat goes, death and deceit follow."

"You malign him."

"Malign...raise him. Death and deceit are our only hopes now...ust do not fool myself about Thufir's methods."

"You shoul... . keep busy," he said. "Give yourself no time for such morbi.."

"Busy! What is it that takes most of my time, Wellingto... am the Duke's secretar...o busy that each da...earn new things to fea... . things even he doesn't suspec...now." She compressed her lips, spoke thinly: "Sometime...onder how much my Bene Gesserit business training figured in his choice of me."

"What do you mean?" He found himself caught by the cynical tone, the bitterness that he had never seen her expose.

"Don't you think, Wellington ," she asked, "tha...ecretary bound to one by love is so much safer?"

"That is no...orthy thought, Jessica."

The rebuke came naturally to his lips. There was no doubt how the Duke felt about his concubine. One had only to watch him as he followed her with his eyes.

She sighed. "You're right. It's not worthy."

Again, she hugged herself, pressing the sheathed crysknife against her flesh and thinking of the unfinished business it represented.

"There'll be much bloodshed soon," she said. "The Harkonnens won't rest until they're dead or my Duke destroyed. The Baron cannot forget that Leto i...ousin of the royal bloo...o matter what the distanc...hile the Harkonnen titles came out of the CHOAM pocketbook. But the poison in him, deep in his mind, is the knowledge that an Atreides ha...arkonnen banished for cowardice after, the Battle of Corrin."

"The old feud," Yueh muttered. And fo...oment he felt an acid touch of hate. The old feud had trapped him in its web, killed his Wanna o...ors...eft her for Harkonnen tortures until her husband did their bidding. The old feud had trapped him and these people were part of that poisonous thing. The irony was that such deadliness should come to flower here on Arrakis, the one source in the universe of melange, the prolonger of life, the giver of health.

"What are you thinking?" she asked.

"I am thinking that the spice brings six hundred and twenty thousand Solaris the decagram on the open market right now. That is wealth to buy many things."

"Does greed touch even you, Wellington ?"

"Not greed."

"What then?"

He shrugged. "Futility." He glanced at her. "Can you remember your first taste of spice?"

"It tasted like cinnamon."

"But never twice the same," he said. "It's like lif...t present...ifferent face each time you take it. Some hold that the spice produce...earned-flavor reaction. The body, learnin...hing is good for it, interprets the flavor as pleasurabl...lightly euphoric. And, like life, never to be truly synthesized."

"I think it would've been wiser for us to go renegade, to take ourselves beyond the Imperial reach," she said.

He saw that she hadn't been listening to him, focused on her words, wondering: Ye...hy didn't she make him do this? She could make him do virtually anything .

He spoke quickly because here was truth an...hange of subject: "Would you think it bold of m... . Jessica, i...ske...ersonal question?"

She pressed against the window ledge in an unexplainable pang of disquiet. "Of course not. You'r... . my friend."

"Why haven't you made the Duke marry you?"

She whirled, head up, glaring. "Made him marry me? Bu.."

"I should not have asked," he said.

"No." She shrugged. "There's good political reaso...s long as my Duke remains unmarried some of the Great Houses can still hope for alliance. An... ." She sighed. "... motivating people, forcing them to your will, gives yo...ynical attitude toward humanity. It degrades everything it touches. I...ade him d... . this, then it would not be his doing."

"It'...hing my Wanna might have said," he murmured. And this, too, was truth. He pu...and to his mouth, swallowing convulsively. He had never been closer to speaking out, confessing his secret role.

Jessica spoke, shattering the moment. "Besides, Wellingto...he Duke is really two men. One of the...ove very much. He's charming, witty, considerat... . tende...verythin...oman could desire. But the other man i... . cold, callous, demanding, selfis...s harsh and cruel a...inter wind. That's the man shaped by the father." Her face contorted. "If only that old man had died when my Duke was born!"

In the silence that came between them...reeze fro...entilator could be heard fingering the blinds.

Presently, she too...eep breath, said, "Leto's righ...hese rooms are nicer than the ones in the other sections of the house." She turned, sweeping the room with her gaze. "If you'll excuse me, Wellingto... want another look through this wing befor...ssign quarters."

He nodded. "Of course." And he thought: If only there were some way not to do this thing tha...ust do .

Jessica dropped her arms, crossed to the hall door and stood ther...oment, hesitating, then let herself out. All the time we talked he was hiding something, holding something bac...he thought. To save my feelings, no doubt. He'...ood ma...gain, she hesitated, almost turned back to confront Yueh and drag the hidden thing from him. But that would only shame him, frighten him to learn he's so easily read...hould place more trust in my friends .

Many have marked the speed with which Muad'Dib learned the necessities of Arrakis. The Bene Gesserit, of course, know the basis of this speed. For the others, we can say that Muad'Dib learned rapidly because his first training was in how to learn. And the first lesson of all was the basic trust that he could learn. It is shocking to find how many people do not believe they can learn, and how many more believe learning to be difficult. Muad'Dib knew that every experience carries its lesson.

- from "The Humanity of Muad'Dib" by the Princess Irulan

Paul lay on the bed feigning sleep. It had been easy to palm Dr. Yueh's sleeping tablet, to pretend to swallow it. Paul suppresse...augh. Even his mother had believed him asleep. He had wanted to jump up and ask her permission to go exploring the house, but had realized she wouldn't approve. Things were too unsettled yet. No. This way was best.

I...lip out without askin...aven't disobeyed orders. An...ill stay in the house where it's safe .

He heard his mother and Yueh talking in the other room. Their words were indistinc...omething about the spic... . the Harkonnens. The conversation rose and fell.

Paul's attention went to the carved headboard of his be... false headboard attached to the wall and concealing the controls for this room's functions...eaping fish had been shaped on the wood with thick brown waves beneath it. He knew if he pushed the fish's one visible eye that would turn on the room's suspensor lamps. One of the waves, when twisted, controlled ventilation. Another changed the temperature.

Quietly, Paul sat up in bed...all bookcase stood against the wall to his left. It could be swung aside to revea...loset with drawers along one side. The handle on the door into the hall was patterned on an ornithopter thrust bar.

It was as though the room had been designed to entice him.

The room and this planet.

He thought of the filmbook Yueh had shown hi... "Arrakis: His Imperial Majesty's Desert Botanical Testing Station." It was an old filmbook from before discovery of the spice. Names flitted through Paul's mind, each with its picture imprinted by the book's mnemonic pulse: saguaro, burro bush, date palm, sand verbena, evening primrose, barrel cactus, incense bush, smoke tree, creosote bus... . kit fox, desert hawk, kangaroo mous... .

Names and pictures, names and pictures from man's terranic pas...nd many to be found now nowhere else in the universe except here on Arrakis.

So many new things to learn abou...he spice.

And the sandworms.

A door closed in the other room. Paul heard his mother's footsteps retreating down the hall. Dr. Yueh, he knew, would find something to read and remain in the other room.

Now was the moment to go exploring.

Paul slipped out of the bed, headed for the bookcase door that opened into the closet. He stopped a...ound behind him, turned. The carved headboard of the bed was folding down onto the spot where he had been sleeping. Paul froze, and immobility saved his life.

From behind the headboard slippe...iny hunter-seeker no more than five centimeters long. Paul recognized it at onc... common assassination weapon that every child of royal blood learned about at an early age. It wa...avening sliver of metal guided by some near-by hand and eye. It could burrow into moving flesh and chew its way up nerve channels to the nearest vital organ.

The seeker lifted, swung sideways across the room and back.

Through Paul's mind flashed the related knowledge, the hunter-seeker limitations: Its compressed suspensor field distorted the vision of its transmitter eye. With nothing but the dim light of the room to reflect his target, the operator would be relying on motio...nything that moved...hield could slo...unter, give time to destroy it, but Paul had put aside his shield on the bed. Lasguns would knock them down, but lasguns were expensive and notoriously cranky of maintenanc...nd there was always the peril of explosive pyrotechnics if the laser beam intersecte...ot shield. The Atreides relied on their body shields and their wits.

Now, Paul held himself in near catatonic immobility, knowing he had only his wits to meet this threat.

The hunter-seeker lifted another half meter. It rippled through the slatted light from the window blinds, back and forth, quartering the room.

I must try to grab i...e thought. The suspensor field will make it slippery on the bottom...ust grip tightly .

The thing droppe...alf meter, quartered to the left, circled back around the bed...aint humming could be heard from it.

Who is operating that thing? Paul wondered. It has to be someone near...ould shout for Yueh, but it would take him the instant the door opened .

The hall door behind Paul creaked...ap sounded there. The door opened.

The hunter-seeker arrowed past his head toward the motion.

Paul's right hand shot out and down, gripping the deadly thing. It hummed and twisted in his hand, but his muscles were locked on it in desperation. Wit...iolent turn and thrust, he slammed the thing's nose against the metal doorplate. He felt the crunch of it as the nose eye smashed and the seeker went dead in his hand.

Still, he held i...o be certain.

Paul's eyes came up, met the open stare of total blue from the Shadout Mapes.

"Your father has sent for you," she said. "There are men in the hall to escort you."

Paul nodded, his eyes and awareness focusing on this odd woman i...ack-like dress of bondsman brown. She was looking now at the thing clutched in his hand.

"I've heard of suchlike," she said. "It would've killed me, not so?"

He had to swallow before he could speak. "... . was its target."

"But it was coming for me."

"Because you were moving." And he wondered: Who is this creature?

"Then you saved my life," she said.

"I saved both our lives."

"Seems like you could've let it have me and made your own escape," she said.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"The Shadout Mapes, housekeeper."

"How did you know where to find me?"

"Your mother told me...et her at the stairs to the weirding room down the hall." She pointed to her right. "Your father's men are still waiting."

Those will be Hawat's me...e thought. We must find the operator of this thing .

"Go to my father's men," he said. "Tell them I've caugh...unter-seeker in the house and they're to spread out and find the operator. Tell them to seal off the house and its grounds immediately. They'll know how to go about it. The operator's sure to b...tranger among us."

And he wondered: Could it be this creature? But he knew it wasn't. The seeker had been under control when she entered.

"Befor...o your bidding, manling," Mapes said, "I must cleanse the way between us. You've pu...ater burden on me that I'm not sur...are to support. But we Fremen pay our debt...e they black debts or white debts. And it's known to us that you'v...raitor in your midst. Who it is, we cannot say, but we're certain sure of it. Mayhap there's the hand guided that flesh-cutter."

Paul absorbed this in silence...raito...efore he could speak, the odd woman whirled away and ran back toward the entry.

He thought to call her back, but there was an air about her that told him she would resent it. She'd told him what she knew and now she was going to do his biddin...he house would be swarming with Hawat's men i...inute.

His mind went to other parts of that strange conversation: weirding roo...e looked to his left where she had pointed. We Freme...o that wa...remen. He paused for the mnemonic blink that would store the pattern of her face in his memor...rune-wrinkled features darkly browned, blue-on-blue eyes without any white in them. He attached the label: The Shadout Mapes .

Still gripping the shattered seeker, Paul turned back into his room, scooped up his shield belt from the bed with his left hand, swung it around his waist and buckled it as he ran back out and down the hall to the left.

She'd said his mother was someplace down her...tair... ...eirding room .

......QQ What had the Lady Jessica to sustain her in her time of trial? Think you carefully on this Bene Gesserit proverb and perhaps you will see: "Any road followed precisely to its end leads precisely nowhere. Climb the mountain jus...ittle bit to test that it'...ountain. From the top of the mountain, you cannot see the mountain."

- from "Muad'Dib: Family Commentaries" by the Princess Irulan

At the end of the south wing, Jessica foun...etal stair spiraling up to an oval door. She glanced back down the hall, again up at the door.

Oval? she wondered. What an odd shape fo...oor i...ouse .

Through the windows beneath the spiral stair she could see the great white sun of Arrakis moving on toward evening. Long shadows stabbed down the hall. She returned her attention to the stairs. Harsh sidelighting picked out bits of dried earth on the open metalwork of the steps.

Jessica pu...and on the rail, began to climb. The rail felt cold under her sliding palm. She stopped at the door, saw it had no handle, but there wa...aint depression on the surface of it wher...andle should have been.

Surely no...alm loc...he told herself...alm lock must be keyed to one individual's hand shape and palm line...ut it looked lik...alm lock. And there were ways to open any palm loc...s she had learned at school.

Jessica glanced back to make certain she was unobserved, placed her palm against the depression in the door. The most gentle of pressures to distort the line... turn of the wrist, another turn...liding twist of the palm across the surface.

She felt the click.

But there were hurrying footsteps in the hall beneath her. Jessica lifted her hand from the door, turned, saw Mapes come to the foot of the stairs.

"There are men in the great hall say they've been sent by the Duke to get young master Paul," Mapes said. "They've the ducal signet and the guard has identified them." She glanced at the door, back to Jessica.

A cautious one, this Mape...essica thought. That'...ood sign .

"He's in the fifth room from this end of the hall, the small bedroom," Jessica said. "If you have trouble waking him, call on Dr. Yueh in the next room. Paul may requir...akeshot."

Again, Mapes cas...iercing stare at the oval door, and Jessica thought she detected loathing in the expression. Before Jessica could ask about the door and what it concealed, Mapes had turned away, hurrying back down the hall.

Hawat certified this plac...essica thought. There can't be anything too terrible in here .

She pushed the door. It swung inward ont...mall room with another oval door opposite. The other door ha...heel handle.

An air lock! Jessica thought. She glanced down, sa...oor prop fallen to the floor of the little room. The prop carried Hawat's personal mark. The door was left propped ope...he thought. Someone probably knocked the prop down accidentally, not realizing the outer door would close o...alm lock.

She stepped over the lip into the little room.

Why an airlock i...ouse? she asked herself. And she thought suddenly of exotic creatures sealed off in special climates.

Special climate!

That would make sense on Arrakis where even the driest of off-planet growing things had to be irrigated.

The door behind her began swinging closed. She caught it and propped it open securely with the stick Hawat had left. Again, she faced the wheel-locked inner door, seeing no...aint inscription etched in the metal above the handle. She recognized Galach words, read:

"O, Man! Here i...ovely portion of God's Creation; then, stand before it and learn to love the perfection of Thy Supreme Friend."

Jessica put her weight on the wheel. It turned left and the inner door opened...entle draft feathered her cheek, stirred her hair. She felt change in the air...icher taste. She swung the door wide, looked through into massed greenery with yellow sunlight pouring across it.

A yellow sun? she asked herself. Then: Filter glass!

She stepped over the sill and the door swung closed behind.

"A wet-planet conservatory," she breathed:

Potted plants and low-pruned trees stood all about. She recognize...imosa...lowering quince...ondagi, green-blossomed pleniscenta, green and white striped akars... . rose... .

Even roses!

She bent to breathe the fragrance o...iant pink blossom, straightened to peer around the room.

Rhythmic noise invaded her senses.

She parte...ungle overlapping of leaves, looked through to the center of the room...ow fountain stood there, small with fluted lips. The rhythmic noise wa...eeling, spooling arc of water falling thud-a-gallop onto the metal bowl.

Jessica sent herself through the quick sense-clearing regimen, bega...ethodical inspection of the room's perimeter. It appeared to be about ten meters square. From its placement above the end of the hall and from subtle differences in construction, she guessed it had been added onto the roof of this wing long after the original building's completion.

She stopped at the south limits of the room in front of the wide reach of filter glass, stared around. Every available space in the room was crowded with exotic wet-climate plants. Something rustled in the greenery. She tensed, then glimpse...imple clock-set servok with pipe and hose arms. An arm lifted, sent ou...ine spray of dampness that misted her cheeks. The arm retracted and she looked at what it had watered...ern tree.

Water everywhere in this roo......lanet where water was the most precious juice of life. Water being wasted so conspicuously that it shocked her to inner stillness.

She glanced out at the filter-yellowed sun. It hung low o...agged horizon above cliffs that formed part of the immense rock uplifting known as the Shield Wall.

Filter glas...he thought. To tur...hite sun into something softer and more familiar. Who could have built suc...lace? Leto? It would be like him to surprise me with suc...ift, but there hasn't been time. And he's been busy with more serious problems .

She recalled the report that many Arrakeen houses were sealed by airlock doors and windows to conserve and reclaim interior moisture. Leto had said it wa...eliberate statement of power and wealth for this house to ignore such precautions, its doors and windows being sealed only against the omnipresent dust.

But this room embodie...tatement far more significant than the lack of waterseals on outer doors. She estimated that this pleasure room used water enough to suppor...housand persons on Arraki...ossibly more.

Jessica moved along the window, continuing to stare into the room. The move brought into vie...etallic surface at table height beside the fountain and she glimpse...hite notepad and stylus there partly concealed by an overhanging fan leaf. She crossed to the table, noted Hawat's daysigns on it, studie...essage written on the pad:

"TO THE LADY JESSIC...br/>

May this place give you as much pleasure as it has given me. Please permit the room to conve...esson we learned from the same teachers: the proximity o...esirable thing tempts one to overindulgence. On that path lies danger.

My kindest wishes,

MARGOT LADY FENRING"

Jessica nodded, remembering that Leto had referred to the Emperor's former proxy here as Count Fenring. But the hidden message of the note demanded immediate attention, couched as it was i...ay to inform her the writer was another Bene Gesserit...itter thought touched Jessica in passing: The Count married his Lady .

Even as this thought flicked through her mind, she was bending to seek out the hidden message. It had to be there. The visible note contained the code phrase every Bene Gesserit not bound b...chool Injunction was required to give another Bene Gesserit when conditions demanded it: "On that path lies danger."

Jessica felt the back of the note, rubbed the surface for coded dots. Nothing. The edge of the pad came under her seeking fingers. Nothing. She replaced the pad where she had found it, feelin...ense of urgency.

Something in the position of the pad? she wondered.

But Hawat had been over this room, doubtless had moved the pad. She looked at the leaf above the pad. The leaf! She brushe...inger along the under surface, along the edge, along the stem. It was there! Her fingers detected the subtle coded dots, scanned them i...ingle passage:

"Your son and Duke are in immediate danger...edroom has been designed to attract your son. Th...oaded it with death traps to be discovered, leaving one that may escape detection." Jessica put down the urge to run back to Paul; the full message had to be learned. Her fingers sped over the dots; "I do not know the exact nature of the menace, but it has something to do wit...ed. The threat to your Duke involves defection o...rusted companion or lieutenant. Th...lan to give you as gift t...inion. To the best of my knowledge, this conservatory is safe. Forgive tha...annot tell more. My sources are few as my Count is not in the pay of the H. In haste, MF."

Jessica thrust the leaf aside, whirled to dash back to Paul. In that instant, the airlock door slammed open. Paul jumped through it, holding something in his right hand, slammed the door behind him. He saw his mother, pushed through the leaves to her, glanced at the fountain, thrust his hand and the thing it clutched under the falling water.

"Paul!" She grabbed his shoulder, staring at the hand. "What is that?"

He spoke casually, but she caught the effort behind the tone: "Hunter-seeker. Caught it in my room and smashed its nose, bu...ant to be sure. Water should short it out."

"Immerse it!" she commanded.

He obeyed.

Presently, she said: "Withdraw your hand. Leave the thing in the water."

He brought out his hand, shook water from it, staring at the quiescent metal in the fountain. Jessica broke of...lant stem, prodded the deadly sliver.

It was dead.

She dropped the stem into the water, looked at Paul. His eyes studied the room wit...earching intensity that she recognize...he B.G. Way .

"This place could conceal anything," he said.

"I've reason to believe it's safe," she said.

"My room was supposed to be safe, too. Hawat sai.."

"It wa...unter-seeker," she reminded him "That means someone inside the house to operate it. Seeker control beams hav...imited range. The thing could've been spirited in here after Hawat's investigation."

But she thought of the message of the leaf: "... defection o...rusted companion or lieutenant." Not Hawat, surely. Oh, surely not Hawat .

"Hawat's men are searching the house right now," he said. "That seeker almost got the old woman who came to wake me."

"The Shadout Mapes," Jessica said, remembering the encounter at the stairs. "A summons from your father t.."

"That can wait," Paul said. "Why do you think this room's safe?"

She pointed to the note, explained about it.

He relaxed slightly.

But Jessica remained inwardly tense, thinking...unter-seeker! Merciful Mother! It took all her training to preven...it of hysterical trembling.

Paul spoke matter of factly: "It's the Harkonnens, of course. We shall have to destroy them."

A rapping sounded at the airlock doo...he code knock of one of Hawat's corps.

"Come in," Paul called.

The door swung wide an...all man in Atreides uniform wit...awat insignia on his cap leaned into the room. "There you are, sir," he said. "The housekeeper said you'd be here." He glanced around the room. "We foun...airn in the cellar and caugh...an in it. He ha...eeker console."

"I'll want to take part in the interrogation," Jessica said.

"Sorry, my Lady. We messed him up catching him. He died."

"Nothing to identify him?" she asked.

"We've found nothing yet, my Lady."

"Was he an Arrakeen native?" Paul asked.

Jessica nodded at the astuteness of the question.

"He has the native look," the man said. "Put into that cairn more'...onth ago, by the look, and left there to await our coming. Stone and mortar where he came through into the cellar were untouched when we inspected the place yesterday. I'll stake my reputation on it."

"No one questions your thoroughness," Jessica said.

"I question it, my Lady. We should've used sonic probes down there."

"I presume that's what you're doing now," Paul said.

"Yes, sir."

"Send word to my father that we'll be delayed."

"At once, sir." He glanced at Jessica. "It's Hawat's order that under such circumstances as these the young master be guarded i...afe place." Again, his eyes swept the room. "What of this place?"

"I've reason to believe it safe," she said. "Both Hawat an...ave inspected it."

"Then I'll mount guard outside here, m'Lady, until we've been over the house once more." He bowed, touched his cap to Paul, backed out and swung the door closed behind him.

Paul broke the sudden silence, saying: "Had we better go over the house later ourselves? Your eyes might see things others would miss."

"This wing was the only plac...adn't examined," she said. "I put if off to last becaus... ."

"Because Hawat gave it his personal attention," he said.

She darte...uick look at his face, questioning.

"Do you distrust Hawat?" she asked.

"No, but he's getting ol... . he's overworked. We could take some of the load from him."

"That'd only shame him and impair his efficiency," she said. "A stray insect won't be able to wander into this wing after he hears about this. He'll be shamed tha... ."

"We must take our own measures," he said.

"Hawat has served three generations of Atreides with honor," she said. "He deserves every respect and trust we can pay hi... . many times over."

Paul said: "When my father is bothered by something you've done he says 'Bene Gesserit!' lik...wear word."

"And what is it about me that bothers your father?"

"When you argue with him."

"You are not your father, Paul."

And Paul thought: It'll worry her, bu...ust tell her what that Mapes woman said abou...raitor among us .

"What're you holding back?" Jessica asked. "This isn't like you, Paul."

He shrugged, recounted the exchange with Mapes.

And Jessica thought of the message of the leaf. She came to sudden decision, showed Paul the leaf, told him its message.

"My father must learn of this at once," he said. "I'll radiograph it in code and get if off."

"No," she said. "You will wait until you can see him alone. As few as possible must learn about it."

"Do you mean we should trust no one?"

"There's another possibility," she said. "This message may have been meant to get to us. The people who gave it to us may believe it's true, but it may be that the only purpose was to get this message to us."

Paul's face remained sturdily somber. "To sow distrust and suspicion in our ranks, to weaken us that way," he said.

"You must tell your father privately and caution him about this aspect of it, " she said.

"I understand."

She turned to the tall reach of filter glass, stared out to the southwest where the sun of Arrakis was sinkin... yellowed ball above the cliffs.

Paul turned with her, said: "I don't think it's Hawat, either. Is it possible it's Yueh?"

"He's no...ieutenant or companion," she said. "An...an assure you he hates the Harkonnens as bitterly as we do."

Paul directed his attention to the cliffs, thinking: And it couldn't be Gurne... . or Dunca...ould it be one of the sub-lieutenants? Impossible. They're all from families that've been loyal to us for generation...or good reason .

Jessica rubbed her forehead, sensing her own fatigue. So much peril here! She looked out at the filter-yellowed landscape, studying it. Beyond the ducal grounds stretche...igh-fenced storage yar...ines of spice silos in it with stilt-legged watchtowers standing around it like so many startled spiders. She could see at least twenty storage yards of silos reaching out to the cliffs of the Shield Wal...ilos repeated, stuttering across the basin.

Slowly, the filtered sun buried itself beneath the horizon. Stars leaped out. She saw one bright star so low on the horizon that it twinkled wit...lear, precise rhyth... trembling of light: blink-blink-blink-blink-blin... .

Paul stirred beside her in the dusky room.

But Jessica concentrated on that single bright star, realizing that it was too low, that it must come from the Shield Wall cliffs.

Someone signaling!

She tried to read the message, but it was in no code she had ever learned.

Other lights had come on down on the plain beneath the cliffs: little yellows spaced out against blue darkness. And one light off to their left grew brighter, began to wink back at the clif...ery fast: blinksquirt, glimmer, blink!

And it was gone.

The false star in the cliff winked out immediately.

Signal... . and they filled her with premonition.

Why were lights used to signal across the basin? she asked herself. Why couldn't they use the communications network?

The answer was obvious: the communinet was certain to be tapped now by agents of the Duke Leto. Light signals could only mean that messages were being sent between his enemie...etween Harkonnen agents.

There cam...apping at the door behind them and the voice of Hawat's man; "All clear, si... . m'Lady. Time to be getting the young master to his father."

It is said that the Duke Leto blinded himself to the perils of Arrakis, that he walked heedlessly into the pit. Would it not be more likely to suggest he had lived so long in the presence of extreme danger he misjudge...hange in its intensity? Or is it possible he deliberately sacrificed himself that his son might fin...etter life? All evidence indicates the Duke wa...an not easily hoodwinked.

- from "Muad'Dib: Family Commentaries" by the Princess Irulan

The Duke Leto Atreides leaned agains...arapet of the landing control tower outside Arrakeen. The night's first moon, an oblate silver coin, hung well above the southern horizon. Beneath it, the jagged cliffs of the Shield Wall shone like parched icing throug...ust haze. To his left, the lights of Arrakeen glowed in the haz...ello... . whit... . blue.

He thought of the notices posted now above his signature all through the populous places of the planet: "Our Sublime Padishah Emperor has charged me to take possession of this planet and end all dispute."

The ritualistic formality of it touched him wit...eeling of loneliness. Who was fooled by that fatuous legalism? Not the Fremen, certainly. Nor the Houses Minor who controlled the interior trade of Arraki... . and were Harkonnen creatures almost t...an .

They have tried to take the life of my son!

The rage was difficult to suppress.

He saw lights o...oving vehicle coming toward the landing field from Arrakeen. He hoped it was the guard and troop carrier bringing Paul. The delay was galling even though he knew it was prompted by caution on the part of Hawat's lieutenant.

They have tried to take the life of my son!

He shook his head to drive out the angry thoughts, glanced back at the field where five of his own frigates were posted around the rim like monolithic sentries.

Bette...autious delay tha... .

The lieutenant wa...ood one, he reminded himself...an marked for advancement, completely loyal.

"Our Sublime Padishah Empero... . "

If the people of this decadent garrison city could only see the Emperor's private note to his "Noble Duke" QQQ...he disdainful allusions to veiled men and women: " QQQ...ut what else is one to expect of barbarians whose dearest dream is to live outside the ordered security of the faufreluches?"

The Duke felt in this moment that his own dearest dream was to end all class distinctions and never again think of deadly order. He looked up and out of the dust at the unwinking stars, thought: Around one of those little lights circles Calada... . but I'll never again see my hom...he longing for Caladan wa...udden pain in his breast. He felt that it did not come from within himself, but that it reached out to him from Caladan. He could not bring himself to call this dry wasteland of Arrakis his home, and he doubted he ever would.

I must mask my feeling...e thought. For the boy's sake. If ever he's to hav...ome, this must be it...ay think of Arrakis a...ell I've reached before death, but he must find here that which will inspire him. There must be something .

A wave of self-pity, immediately despised and rejected, swept through him, and for some reason he found himself recalling two lines fro...oem Gurney Halleck often repeate...br/>

"My lungs taste the air of Time

Blown past falling sand... . "

Well, Gurney would find plenty of falling sands here, the Duke thought. The central wastelands beyond those moon-frosted cliffs were deser...arren rock, dunes, and blowing dust, an uncharted dry wilderness with here and there along its rim and perhaps scattered through it, knots of Fremen. If anything could bu...uture for the Atreides line, the Fremen just might do it.

Provided the Harkonnens hadn't managed to infect even the Fremen with their poisonous schemes.

They have tried to take the life of my son!

A scraping metal racket vibrated through the tower, shook the parapet beneath his arms. Blast shutters dropped in front of him, blocking the view.

Shuttle's coming i...e thought. Time to go down and get to wor...e turned to the stairs behind him, headed down to the big assembly room, trying to remain calm as he descended, to prepare his face for the coming encounter.

They have tried to take the life of my son!

The men were already boiling in from the field when he reached the yellow-domed room. They carried their spacebags over their shoulders, shouting and roistering like students returning from vacation.

"Hey! Feel that under your dogs? That's gravity, man!" "How many G's does this place pull? Feels heavy." "Nine-tenths o... by the book."

The crossfire of thrown words filled the big room.

"Did you ge...ood look at this hole on the way down? Where's all the loot this place's supposed to have?" "The Harkonnens took it with 'em!" "Me fo...ot shower an...oft bed!" "Haven't you heard, stupid? No showers down here. You scrub your ass with sand!" "Hey! Can it! The Duke!"

The Duke stepped out of the stair entry int...uddenly silent room.

Gurney Halleck strode along at the point of the crowd, bag over one shoulder, the neck of his nine-string baliset clutched in the other hand. They were long-fingered hands with big thumbs, full of tiny movements that drew such delicate music from the baliset.

The Duke watched Halleck, admiring the ugly lump o...an, noting the glass-splinter eyes with their gleam of savage understanding. Here wa...an who lived outside the faufreluches while obeying their every precept. What was it Paul had called him? "Gurney, the valorous ."

Halleck's wispy blond hair trailed across barren spots on his head. His wide mouth was twisted int...leasant sneer, and the scar of the inkvine whip slashed across his jawline seemed to move wit...ife of its own. His whole air was of casual, shoulder-set capability. He came up to the Duke, bowed.

"Gurney," Leto said.

"My Lord." He gestured with the baliset toward the men in the room. "This is the last of them. I'd have preferred coming in with the first wave, bu... . "

"There are still some Harkonnens for you," the Duke said. "Step aside with me, Gurney, where we may talk."

"Yours to command, my Lord."

They moved into an alcove besid...oil-slot water machine while the men stirred restlessly in the big room. Halleck dropped his bag int...orner, kept his grip on the baliset.

"How many men can you let Hawat have?" the Duke asked.

"Is Thufir in trouble Sire?"

"He's lost only two agents, but his advance men gave us an excellent line on the entire Harkonnen setup here. If we move fast we may gai...easure of security, the breathing space we require. He wants as many men as you can spar...en who won't balk a...ittle knife work."

"I can let him have three hundred of my best," Halleck said. "Where shal...end them?"

"To the main gate. Hawat has an agent there waiting to take them."

"Shal...et about it at once, Sire?"

"I...oment. We have another problem. The field commandant will hold the shuttle here until dawn o...retext. The Guild Heighliner that brought us is going on about its business, and the shuttle's supposed to make contact wit...argo ship taking u...oad of spice."

"Our spice, m'Lord?"

"Our spice. But the shuttle also will carry some of the spice hunters from the old regime. They've opted to leave with the change of fief and the Judge of the Change is allowing it. These are valuable workers, Gurney, about eight hundred of them. Before the shuttle leaves, you must persuade some of those men to enlist with us."

"How stron...ersuasion, Sire?"

"I want their willing cooperation, Gurney. Those men have experience and skills we need. The fact that they're leaving suggests they're not part of the Harkonnen machine. Hawat believes there could be some bad ones planted in the group, but he sees assassins in every shadow."

"Thufir has found some very productive shadows in his time, m'Lord."

"And there are some he hasn't found. Bu...hink planting sleepers in this outgoing crowd would show too much imagination for the Harkonnens."

"Possibly, Sire. Where are these men?"

"Down on the lower level, i...aiting room...uggest you go down and pla...une or two to soften their minds, then turn on the pressure. You may offer positions of authority to those who qualify. Offer twenty per cent higher wages than they received under the Harkonnens."

"No more than that, Sire...now the Harkonnen pay scales. And to men with their termination pay in their pockets and the wanderlust on the... . well Sire, twenty per cent would hardly seem proper inducement to stay."

Leto spoke impatiently: "Then use your own discretion in particular cases. Just remember that the treasury isn't bottomless. Hold it to twenty per cent whenever you can. We particularly need spice drivers, weather scanners, dune me...ny with open sand experience."

"I understand, Sire. 'They shall come all for violence: their faces shall sup up as the east wind, and they shall gather the captivity of the sand.' "

"A very moving quotation," the Duke said. "Turn your crew over t...ieutenant. Have him giv...hort drill on water discipline, then bed the men down for the night in the barracks adjoining the field. Field personnel will direct them. And don't forget the men for Hawat."

"Three hundred of the best, Sire." He took up his spacebag. "Where shal...eport to you when I've completed my chores?"

"I've taken ove...ouncil room topside here. We'll hold staff there...ant to arrang...ew planetary dispersal order with armored squads going out first."

Halleck stopped in the act of turning away, caught Leto's eye. "Are you anticipating that kind of trouble, Sire...hought there wa...udge of the Change here."

"Both open battle and secret," the Duke said. "There'll be blood aplenty spilled here before we're through."

" 'And the water which thou takest out of the river shall become blood upon the dry land,' " Halleck quoted.

The Duke sighed. "Hurry back, Gurney."

"Very good, m'Lord." The whipscar rippled to his grin. " 'Behold, a...ild ass in the desert, g...orth to my work.' " He turned, strode to the center of the room, paused to relay his orders, hurried on through the men.

Leto shook his head at the retreating back. Halleck wa...ontinual amazemen... head full of songs, quotations, and flowery phrase... . and the heart of an assassin when it came to dealing with the Harkonnens.

Presently, Leto too...eisurely diagonal course across to the lift, acknowledging salutes wit...asual hand wave. He recognize...ropaganda corpsman, stopped to give hi...essage that could be relayed to the men through channels: those who had brought their women would want to know the women were safe and where they could be found. The others would wish to know that the population here appeared to boast more women than men.

The Duke slapped the propaganda man on the arm...ignal that the message had top priority to be put out immediately, then continued across the room. He nodded to the men, smiled, traded pleasantries wit...ubaltern.

Command must always look confiden...e thought. All that faith riding on your shoulders while you sit in the critical seat and never show it .

He breathe...igh of relief when the lift swallowed him and he could turn and face the impersonal doors.

They have tried to take the life of my son!

Over the exit of the Arrakeen landing field, crudely carved as though wit...oor instrument, there was an inscription that Muad'Dib was to repeat many times. He saw it that first night on Arrakis, having been brought to the ducal command post to participate in his father's first full staff conference. The words of the inscription wer...lea to those leaving Arrakis, but they fell with dark import on the eyes o...oy who had just escape...lose brush with death. They said: "O you who know what we suffer here, do not forget us in your prayers. "

- from "Manual of Muad'Dib" by the Princess Irulan

"The whole theory of warfare is calculated risk," the Duke said, "but when it comes to risking your own family, the element of calculation gets submerged i...ther things."

He knew he wasn't holding in his anger as well as he should, and he turned, strode down the length of the long table and back.

The Duke and Paul were alone in the conference room at the landing field. It was an empty-sounding room, furnished only with the long table, old-fashioned three-legged chairs around it, an...ap board and projector at one end. Paul sat at the table near the map board. He had told his father the experience with the hunter-seeker and given the reports tha...raitor threatened him.

The Duke stopped across from Paul, pounded the table: "Hawat told me that house was secure!"

Paul spoke hesitantly: "I was angry, to...t first. An...lamed Hawat. But the threat came from outside the house. It was simple, clever, and direct. And it would've succeeded were it not for the training given me by you and many other...ncluding Hawat."

"Are you defending him?" the Duke demanded.

"Yes."

"He's getting old. That's it. He should b.."

"He's wise with much experience," Paul said. "How many of Hawat's mistakes can you recall?"

"I should be the one defending him," the Duke said. "Not you."

Paul smiled.

Leto sat down at the head of the table, pu...and over his son's. "You'v... . matured lately, Son." He lifted his hand. "It gladdens me." He matched his son's smile. "Hawat will punish himself. He'll direct more anger against himself over this than both of us together could pour on him."

Paul glanced toward the darkened windows beyond the map board, looked at the night's blackness. Room lights reflected fro...alcony railing out there. He saw movement and recognized the shape o...uard in Atreides uniform. Paul looked back at the white wall behind his father, then down to the shiny surface of the table, seeing his own hands clenched into fists there.

The door opposite the Duke banged open. Thufir Hawat strode through it looking older and more leathery than ever. He paced down the length of the table, stopped at attention facing Leto.

"My Lord," he said, speaking t...oint over Leto's head, "I have just learned ho...ailed you. It becomes necessary tha...ender my resi.."

"Oh, sit down and stop acting the fool," the Duke said. He waved to the chair across from Paul. "If you mad...istake, it was in over estimating the Harkonnens. Their simple minds came up wit...imple trick. We didn't count on simple tricks. And my son has been at great pains to point out to me that he came through this largely because of your training. You didn't fail there!" He tapped the back of the empty chair. "Sit down...ay!"

Hawat sank into the chair. "Bu.."

"I'll hear no more of it," the Duke said. "The incident is past. We have more pressing business. Where are the others?"

"I asked them to wait outside whil... "

"Call them in."

Hawat looked into Leto's eyes. "Sire... "

"I know who my true friends are, Thufir," the Duke said. "Call in the men."

Hawat swallowed. "At once, my Lord." He swiveled in the chair, called to the open door: "Gurney, bring them in."

Halleck led the file of men into the room, the staff officers looking grimly serious followed by the younger aides and specialists, an air of eagerness among them. Brief scuffing sounds echoed around the room as the men took seats...aint smell of rachag stimulant wafted down the table.

"There's coffee for those who want it," the Duke said.

He looked over his men, thinking: They'r...ood crew...an could do far worse for this kind of wa...e waited while coffee was brought in from the adjoining room and served, noting the tiredness in some of the faces.

Presently, he put on his mask of quiet efficiency, stood up and commanded their attention wit...nuckle rap against the table.

"Well, gentlemen," he said, "our civilization appears to've fallen so deeply into the habit of invasion that we cannot even obe...imple order of the Imperium without the old ways cropping up."

Dry chuckles sounded around the table, and Paul realized that his father had said the precisely correct thing in precisely the correct tone to lift the mood here. Even the hint of fatigue in his voice was right.

"I think first we'd better learn if Thufir has anything to add to his report on the Fremen," the Duke said. "Thufir?"

Hawat glanced up. "I've some economic matters to go into after my general report, Sire, bu...an say now that the Fremen appear more and more to be the allies we need. They're waiting now to see if they can trust us, but they appear to be dealing openly. They've sent u...if...tillsuits of their own manufactur... . maps of certain desert areas surrounding strongpoints the Harkonnens left behin..." He glanced down at the table. "Their intelligence reports have proved completely reliable and have helped us considerably in our dealings with the Judge of the Change. They've also sent some incidental thing...ewelry for the Lady Jessica, spice liquor, candy, medicinals. My men are processing the lot right now. There appears to be no trickery."

"You like these people, Thufir?" aske...an down the table.

Hawat turned to face his questioner. "Duncan Idaho says they're to be admired."

Paul glanced at his father, back to Hawat, venture...uestion: "Have you any new information on how many Fremen there are?"

Hawat looked at Paul. "From food processing and other evidence, Idaho estimates the cave complex he visited consisted of some ten thousand people, all told. Their leader said he rule...ietch of two thousand hearths. We've reason to believe there ar...reat many such sietch communities. All seem to give their allegiance to someone called Liet."

"That's something new," Leto said.

"It could be an error on my part, Sire. There are things to suggest this Liet may b...ocal deity."

Another man down the table cleared his throat, asked: "Is it certain they deal with the smugglers?"

"A smuggler caravan left this sietch while Idaho was there, carryin...eavy load of spice. They used pack beasts and indicated they faced an eighteen-day journey."

"It appears," the Duke said, "that the smugglers have redoubled their operations during this period of unrest. This deserves some careful thought. We shouldn't worry too much about unlicensed frigates working off our plane...t's always done. But to have them completely outside our observatio...hat's not good."

"You hav...lan. Sire," Hawat asked.

The Duke looked at Halleck. "Gurney...ant you to hea...elegation, an embassy if you will, to contact these romantic businessmen. Tell them I'll ignore their operations as long as they give m...ucal tithe. Hawat here estimates that graft and extra fighting men heretofore required in their operations have been costing them four times that amount."

"What if the Emperor gets wind of this?" Halleck asked. "He's very jealous of his CHOAM profits, m'Lord."

Leto smiled. "We'll bank the entire tithe openly in the name of Shaddam IV and deduct it legally from our levy support costs. Let the Harkonnens fight that! And we'll be ruinin...ew more of the locals who grew fat under the Harkonnen system. No more graft!"

A grin twisted Halleck's face. "Ahh, m'Lord...eautiful low blow. Would tha...ould see the Baron's face when he learns of this."

The Duke turned to Hawat. "Thufir, did you get those account books you said you could buy?"

"Yes, my Lord. They're being examined in detail even now. I've skimmed them, though, and can giv...irst approximation."

"Give it, then."

"The Harkonnens took ten billion Solaris out of here every three hundred and thirty Standard days."

A muted gasp ran around the table. Even the younger aides, who had been betraying some boredom, sat up straighter and exchanged wide-eyed looks.

Halleck murmured: " 'For they shall suck of the abundance of the seas and of the treasure hid in the sand.' "

"You see, gentlemen," Leto said. "Is there anyone here so naive he believes the Harkonnens have quietly packed up and walked away from all this merely because the Emperor ordered it?"

There wa...eneral shaking of heads, murmurous agreement.

"We will have to take it at the point of the sword," Leto said. He turned to Hawat. "This'd b...ood point to report on equipment. How many sandcrawlers, harvesters, spice factories, and supporting equipment have they left us?"

"A full complement, as it says in the Imperial inventory audited by the Judge of the Change, my Lord," Hawat said. He gestured for an aide to pass hi...older, opened the folder on the table in front of him. "They neglect to mention that less than half the crawlers are operable, that only abou...hird have carryalls to fly them to spice sand...hat everything the Harkonnens left us is ready to break down and fall apart. We'll be lucky to get half the equipment into operation and luckier yet i...ourth of it's still working six months from now."

"Pretty much as we expected," Leto said. "What's the firm estimate on basic equipment?"

Hawat glanced at his folder. "About nine hundred and thirty harvester-factories that can be sent out i...ew days. About sixty-two hundred and fifty ornithopters for survey, scouting, and weather observatio... . carryalls...ittle unde...housand."

Halleck said: "Wouldn't it be cheaper to reopen negotiations with the Guild for permission to orbi...rigate a...eather satellite?"

The Duke looked at Hawat. "Nothing new there, eh, Thufir?"

"We must pursue other avenues for now," Hawat said. "The Guild agent wasn't really negotiating with us. He was merely making it plai...ne Mentat to anothe...hat the price was out of our reach and would remain so no matter how lon...each we develop. Our task is to find out why before we approach him again."

One of Halleck's aides down the table swiveled in his chair, snapped: "There's no justice in this!"

"Justice?" The Duke looked at the man. "Who asks for justice? We make our own justice. We make it here on Arraki...in or die. Do you regret casting your lot with us, sir?"

The man stared at the Duke, then: "No, Sire. You couldn't turn an...ould do nought but follow you. Forgive the outburst, bu... ." He shrugged. " QQQ... . we must all feel bitter at times."

"Bitternes...nderstand," the Duke said. "But let us not rail about justice as long as we have arms and the freedom to use them. Do any of the rest of you harbor bitterness? If so, let it out. This is friendly council where any man may speak his mind."

Halleck stirred, said: "I think what rankles, Sire, is that we've had no volunteers from the other Great Houses. They address you as 'Leto the Just' and promise eternal friendship, but only as long as it doesn't cost them anything."

"They don't know yet who's going to win this exchange," the Duke said. "Most of the Houses have grown fat by taking few risks. One cannot truly blame them for this; one can only despise them." He looked at Hawat. "We were discussing equipment. Would you care to projec...ew examples to familiarize the men with this machinery?"

Hawat nodded, gestured to an aide at the projector.

A solido tri-D projection appeared on the table surface abou...hird of the way down from the Duke. Some of the men farther along the table stood up to ge...etter look at it.

......QQ Paul leaned forward, staring at the machine.

Scaled against the tiny projected human figures around it, the thing was about one hundred and twenty meters long and about forty meters wide. It was basicall...ong, bug-like body moving on independent sets of wide tracks.

"This i...arvester factory," Hawat said. "We chose one in good repair for this projection. There's one dragline outfit that came in with the first team of Imperial ecologists, though, and it's still runnin... . althoug...on't know ho... . or why."

"If that's the one they call 'Old Maria,' it belongs i...useum," an aide said. "I think the Harkonnens kept it a...unishment job...hreat hanging over their workers' heads. Be good or you'll be assigned to 'Old Maria.' "

Chuckles sounded around the table.

Paul held himself apart from the humor, his attention focused on the projection and the question that filled his mind. He pointed to the image on the table, said: "Thufir, are there sandworms big enough to swallow that whole?"

Quick silence settled on the table. The Duke cursed under his breath, then thought: N...hey have to face the realities here .

"There're worms in the deep desert could take this entire factory in one gulp," Hawat said. "Up here closer to the Shield Wall where most of the spicing's done there are plenty of worms that could cripple this factory and devour it at their leisure."

"Why don't we shield them?" Paul asked.

"According to Idaho 's report," Hawat said, "shields are dangerous in the desert...ody-size shield will call every worm for hundreds of meters around. It appears to drive them int...illing frenzy. We've the Fremen word on this and no reason to doubt it. Idaho saw no evidence of shield equipment at the sietch."

"None at all?" Paul asked.

"It'd be pretty hard to conceal that kind of thing among several thousand people," Hawat said. " Idaho had free access to every part of the sietch. He saw no shields or any indication of their use."

"It'...uzzle," the Duke said.

"The Harkonnens certainly used plenty of shields here," Hawat said. "They had repair depots in every garrison village, and their accounts sho...eavy expenditure for shield replacements and parts."

"Could the Fremen hav...ay of nullifying shields?" Paul asked.

"It doesn't seem likely," Hawat said. "It's theoretically possible, of cours... shire-sized static counter charge is supposed to do the trick, but no one's ever been able to put it to the test."

"We'd have heard about it before now," Halleck said. "The smugglers have close contact with the Fremen and would've acquired suc...evice if it were available. And they'd have had no inhibitions against marketing it off planet."

"I don't like an unanswered question of this importance," Leto said. "Thufir...ant you to give top priority to solution of this problem."

"We're already working on it, my Lord." He cleared his throat. " Ah-...daho did say one thing: he said you couldn't mistake the Fremen attitude toward shields. He said they were mostly amused by them."

The Duke frowned, then: "The subject under discussion is spicing equipment."

Hawat gestured to his aide at the projector.

The solido-image of the harvester-factory was replaced b...rojection o...inged device that dwarfed the images of human figures around it. "This i...arryall," Hawat said. "It's essentiall...arge 'thopter, whose sole function is to delive...actory to spice-rich sands, then to rescue the factory whe...andworm appears. They always appear. Harvesting the spice i...rocess of getting in and getting out with as much as possible."

"Admirably suited to Harkonnen morality," the Duke said.

Laughter was abrupt and too loud.

An ornithopter replaced the carryall in the projection focus.

"These 'thopters are fairly conventional," Hawat said. "Major modifications give them extended range. Extra care has been used in sealing essential areas against sand and dust. Only about one in thirty is shielde...ossibly discarding the shield generator's weight for greater range."

"I don't like this de-emphasis on shields," the Duke muttered. And he thought: Is this the Harkonnen secret? Does it mean we won't even be able to escape on shielded frigates if all goes against us? He shook his head sharply to drive out such thoughts, said: "Let's get to the working estimate. What'll our profit figure be?"

Hawat turned two pages in his notebook. "After assessing the repairs and operable equipment, we've worked ou...irst estimate on operating costs. It's based naturally o...epreciated figure fo...lear safety margin." He closed his eyes in Mentat semitrance, said: "Under the Harkonnens, maintenance and salaries were held to fourteen per cent. We'll be lucky to make it at thirty per cent at first. With reinvestment and growth factors accounted for, including the CHOAM percentage and military costs, our profit margin will be reduced t...ery narrow six or seven per cent until we can replace worn-out equipment. We then should be able to boost it up to twelve or fifteen per cent where it belongs." He opened his eyes. "Unless my Lord wishes to adopt Harkonnen methods."

"We're working fo...olid and permanent planetary base," the Duke said. "We have to kee...arge percentage of the people happ...specially the Fremen."

"Most especially the Fremen," Hawat agreed.

"Our supremacy on Caladan," the Duke said, "depended on sea and air power. Here, we must develop somethin...hoose to call desert power. This may include air power, but it's possible it may not...all your attention to the lack of 'thopter shields." He shook his head. "The Harkonnens relied on turnover from off planet for some of their key personnel. We don't dare. Each new lot would have its quota of provocateurs."

"Then we'll have to be content with far less profit an...educed harvest," Hawat said. "Our output the first two seasons should be dow...hird from the Harkonnen average."

"There it is," the Duke said, "exactly as we expected. We'll have to move fast with the Fremen. I'd like five full battalions of Fremen troops before the first CHOAM audit."

"That's not much time, Sire," Hawat said.

"We don't have much time, as you well know. They'll be here with Sardaukar disguised as Harkonnens at the first opportunity. How many do you think they'll ship in, Thufir?"

"Four or five battalions all told, Sire. No more. Guild troop-transport costs being what they are."

"Then five battalions of Fremen plus our own forces ought to do it. Let us hav...ew captive Sardaukar to parade in front of the Landsraad Council and matters will be much differen...rofits or no profits."

"We'll do our best, Sire."

Paul looked at his father, back to Hawat, suddenly conscious of the Mentat's great age, aware that the old man had served three generations of Atreides. Age...t showed in the rheumy shine of the brown eyes, in the cheeks cracked and burned by exotic weathers, in the rounded curve of the shoulders and the thin set of his lips with the cranberry-colored stain of sapho juice.

So much depends on one aged ma...aul thought.

"We're presently i...ar of assassins," the Duke said, "but it has not achieved full scale. Thufir, what's the condition of the Harkonnen machine here?"

"We've eliminated two hundred and fifty-nine of their key people, my Lord. No more than three Harkonnen cells remai...erhap...undred people in all."

"These Harkonnen creatures you eliminated," the Duke said, "were they propertied?"

"Most were well situated, my Lor...n the entrepreneur class."

"I want you to forge certificates of allegiance over the signatures of each of them," the Duke said. "File copies with the Judge of the Change. We'll take the legal position that they stayed under false allegiance. Confiscate their property, take everything, turn out their families, strip them. And make sure the Crown gets its ten per cent. It must be entirely legal."

Thufir smiled, revealing red-stained teeth beneath the carmine lips. "A move worthy of your grandsire, my Lord. It shames m...idn't think of it first."

Halleck frowned across the table, surprise...eep scowl on Paul's face. The others were smiling and nodding.

It's wron...aul thought. This'll only make the others fight all the harder. They've nothing to gain by surrendering .

He knew the actual no-holds-barred convention that ruled in kanly, but this was the sort of move that could destroy them even as it gave them victory.

" 'I have bee...tranger i...trange land,' " Halleck quoted.

Paul stared at him, recognizing the quotation from the O.C. Bible, wondering: Does Gurney, too, wish an end to devious plots?

The Duke glanced at the darkness out the windows, looked back at Halleck. "Gurney, how many of those sandworkers did you persuade to stay with us?"

"Two hundred eighty-six in all, Sire...hink we should take them and consider ourselves lucky. They're all in useful categories."

"No more?" The Duke pursed his lips, then: "Well, pass the word along t.."

A disturbance at the door interrupted him. Duncan Idaho came through the guard there, hurried down the length of the table and bent over the Duke's ear.

Leto waved him back, said: "Speak out, Dunca...ou can see this is strategy staff."

Paul studied Idah...arking the feline movements, the swiftness of reflex that made him suc...ifficult weapons teacher to emulate. Idaho 's dark round face turned toward Paul, the cave-sitter eyes giving no hint of recognition, but Paul recognized the mask of serenity over excitement.

Idaho looked down the length of the table, said: "We've take...orce of Harkonnen mercenaries disguised as Fremen. The Fremen themselves sent u...ourier to warn of the false band. In the attack, however, we found the Harkonnens had waylaid the Fremen courie...adly wounded him. We were bringing him here for treatment by our medics when he died. I'd seen how badly off the man was and stopped to do wha...ould...urprised him in the attempt to throw something away." Idaho glanced down at Leto. "A knife, m'Lord...nife the like of which you've never seen."

"Crysknife?" someone asked.

"No doubt of it," Idaho said. "Milky white and glowing wit...ight of its own like." He reached into his tunic, brought ou...heath wit...lack-ridged handle protruding from it.

"Keep that blade in its sheath!"

The voice came from the open door at the end of the room...ibrant and penetrating voice that brought them all up, staring.

A tall, robed figure stood in the door, barred by the crossed swords of the guard...ight tan robe completely enveloped the man except fo...ap in the hood and black veil that exposed eyes of total blu...o white in them at all.

"Let him enter," Idaho whispered.

"Pass that man," the Duke said.

The guards hesitated, then lowered their swords.

The man swept into the room, stood across from the Duke.

"This is Stilgar, chief of the sietc...isited, leader of those who warned us of the false band," Idaho said.

"Welcome, sir," Leto said. "And why shouldn't we unsheath this blade?"

Stilgar glanced at Idah...aid: "You observed the customs of cleanliness and honor among us...ould permit you to see the blade of the man you befriended." His gaze swept the others in the room. "Bu...o not know these others. Would you have them defile an honorable weapon?"

"I am the Duke Leto," the Duke said. "Would you permit me to see this blade?"

"I'll permit you to earn the right to unsheath it," Stilgar said, and, a...utter of protest sounded around the table, he raise...hin, darkly veined hand. "I remind you this is the blade of one who befriended you."

In the waiting silence, Paul studied the man, sensing the aura of power that radiated from him. He wa...eade... Fremen leader.

A man near the center of the table across from Paul muttered: "Who's he to tell us what rights we have on Arrakis?"

"It is said that the Duke Leto Atreides rules with the consent of the governed," the Fremen said. "Thu...ust tell you the way it is with us...ertain responsibility falls on those who have see...rysknife." He passe...ark glance across Idah... "They are ours. They may never leave Arrakis without our consent."

Halleck and several of the others started to rise, angry expressions on their faces. Halleck said: "The Duke Leto determines whethe.."

"One moment, please," Leto said, and the very mildness of his voice held them. This must not get out of han...e thought. He addressed himself to the Fremen: "Sir...onor and respect the personal dignity of any man who respects my dignity...m indeed indebted to you. An...lways pay my debts. If it is your custom that this knife remain sheathed here, then it is so ordere...y m...nd if there is any other way we may honor the man who died in our service, you have but to name it."

The Fremen stared at the Duke, then slowly pulled aside his veil, revealin...hin nose and full-lipped mouth i...listening black beard. Deliberately he bent over the end of the table, spat on its polished surface.

As the men around the table started to surge to their feet, Idaho 's voice boomed across the room: "Hold!"

Into the sudden charged stillness, Idaho said: "We thank you, Stilgar, for the gift of your body's moisture. We accept it in the spirit with which it is given." And Idaho spat on the table in front of the Duke.

Aside to the Duke, he said; "Remember how precious water is here, Sire. That wa...oken of respect."

Leto sank back into his own chair, caught Paul's eye...ueful grin on his son's face, sensed the slow relaxation of tension around the table as understanding came to his men.

The Fremen looked at Idah...aid: "You measured well in my sietch, Duncan Idaho. Is ther...ond on your allegiance to your Duke?"

"He's asking me to enlist with him. Sire," Idaho said.

"Would he accep...ual allegiance?" Leto asked.

"You wish me to go with him, Sire?"

"I wish you to make your own decision in the matter," Leto said, and he could not keep the urgency out of his voice.

Idaho studied the Fremen. "Would you have me under these conditions, Stilgar? There'd be times when I'd have to return to serve my Duke."

"You fight well and you did your best for our friend," Stilgar said. He looked at Leto. "Let it be thus: the man Idaho keeps the crysknife he holds a...ark of his allegiance to us. He must be cleansed, of course, and the rites observed, but this can be done. He will be Fremen and soldier of the Atreides. There is precedent for this: Liet serves two masters."

" Duncan ?" Leto asked.

"I understand, Sire," Idaho said.

"It is agreed, then," Leto said.

"Your water is ours, Duncan Idaho." Stilgar said. "The body of our friend remains with your Duke. His water is Atreides water. It i...ond between us."

Leto sighed, glanced at Hawat, catching the old Mentat's eye. Hawat nodded, his expression pleased.

"I will await below," Stilgar said, "while Idaho makes farewell with his friends. Turok was the name of our dead friend. Remember that when it comes time to release his spirit. You are friends of Turok."

Stilgar started to turn away.

"Will you not sta...hile?" Leto asked.

The Fremen turned back, whipping his veil into place wit...asual gesture, adjusting something beneath it. Paul glimpsed what looked lik...hin tube before the veil settled into place.

"Is there reason to stay?" the Fremen asked.

"We would honor you," the Duke said.

"Honor requires tha...e elsewhere soon," the Fremen said. He shot another glance at Idah...hirled, and strode out past the door guards.

"If the other Fremen match him, we'll serve each other well," Leto said.

Idaho spoke i...ry voice: "He'...air sample, Sire."

"You understand what you're to do, Duncan ?"

"I'm your ambassador to the Fremen, Sire."

"Much depends on you, Duncan. We're going to need at least five battalions of those people before the Sardaukar descend on us."

"This is going to take some doing, Sire. The Fremen ar...retty independent bunch." Idaho hesitated, then: "And, Sire, there's one other thing. One of the mercenaries we knocked over was trying to get this blade from our dead Fremen friend. The mercenary says there'...arkonnen reward o...illion Solaris for anyone who'll bring i...ingle crysknife."

Leto's chin came up i...ovement of obvious surprise. "Why do they want one of those blades so badly?"

"The knife is ground fro...andworm's tooth; it's the mark of the Fremen, Sire. With it...lue-eyed man could penetrate any sietch in the land. They'd question me unles...ere known...on't look Fremen. Bu... . "

"Piter de Vries," the Duke said.

"A man of devilish cunning, my Lord," Hawat said.

Idaho slipped the sheathed knife beneath his tunic.

"Guard that knife," the Duke said.

"I understand, m'Lord." He patted the transceiver on his belt kit. "I'll report soon as possible. Thufir has my call code. Use battle language." He saluted, spun about, and hurried after the Fremen.

They heard his footsteps drumming down the corridor.

A look of understanding passed between Leto and Hawat. They smiled.

"We've much to do, Sire," Halleck said.

"An...eep you from your work," Leto said.

"I have the report on the advance bases," Hawat said. "Shal...ive it another time, Sire?"

"Will it take long?"

"Not fo...riefing. It's said among the Fremen that there were more than two hundred of these advance bases built here on Arrakis during the Desert Botanical Testing Station period. All supposedly have been abandoned, but there are reports they were sealed off before being abandoned."

"Equipment in them?" the Duke asked.

"According to the report...ave from Duncan ."

"Where are they located?" Halleck asked.

"The answer to that question," Hawat said, "is invariably: 'Liet knows.' "

"God knows," Leto muttered.

"Perhaps not. Sire," Hawat said. "You heard this Stilgar use the name. Could he have been referring t...eal person?"

"Serving two masters," Halleck said. "It sounds lik...eligious quotation."

"And you should know," the Duke said.

Halleck smiled.

"This Judge of the Change," Leto said, "the Imperial ecologis...yne... . Wouldn't he know where those bases are?"

"Sire," Hawat cautioned, "this Kynes is an Imperial servant."

"And he'...ong way from the Emperor," Leto said. "I want those bases. They'd be loaded with materials we could salvage and use for repair of our working equipment."

"Sire!" Hawat said. "Those bases are still legally His Majesty's fief."

"The weather here's savage enough to destroy anything," the Duke said. "We can always blame the weather. Get this Kynes and at least find out if the bases exist."

" 'Twere dangerous to commandeer them," Hawat said. " Duncan was clear on one thing: those bases or the idea of them hold some deep significance for the Fremen. We might alienate the Fremen if we took those bases."

Paul looked at the faces of the men around them, saw the intensity of the way they followed every word. They appeared deeply disturbed by his father's attitude.

"Listen to him, Father," Paul said i...ow voice. "He speaks truth."

"Sire," Hawat said, "those bases could give us material to repair every piece of equipment left us, yet be beyond reach for strategic reasons. It'd be rash to move without greater knowledge. This Kynes has arbiter authority from the Imperium. We mustn't forget that. And the Fremen defer to him."

"Do it gently, then," the Duke said. "I wish to know only if those bases exist."

"As you will, Sire." Hawat sat back, lowered his eyes.

"All right, then," the Duke said. "We know what we have ahead of u...ork. We've been trained for it. We've some experience in it. We know what the rewards are and the alternatives are clear enough. You all have your assignments." He looked at Halleck. "Gurney, take care of that smuggler situation first."

" 'I shall go unto the rebellious that dwell in the dry land,' " Halleck intoned.

"Someday I'll catch that man withou...uotation and he'll look undressed," the Duke said.

Chuckles echoed around the table, but Paul heard the effort in them.

The Duke turned to Hawat. "Set up another command post for intelligence and communications on this floor, Thufir. When you have them ready, I'll want to see you."

Hawat arose, glanced around the room as though seeking support. He turned away, led the procession out of the room. The others moved hurriedly, scraping their chairs on the floor, balling up in little knots of confusion.

It ended up in confusio...aul thought, staring at the backs of the last men to leave. Always before, Staff had ended on an incisive air. This meeting had just seemed to trickle out, worn down by its own inadequacies, and with an argument to top it off.

For the first time, Paul allowed himself to think about the real possibility of defea...ot thinking about it out of fear or because of warnings such as that of the old Reverend Mother, but facing up to it because of his own assessment of the situation.

My father is desperat...e thought. Things aren't going well for us at all .

And Hawa...aul recalled how the old Mentat had acted during the conferenc...ubtle hesitations, signs of unrest.

Hawat was deeply troubled by something.

"Best you remain here the rest of the night, Son," the Duke said. "It'll be dawn soon, anyway. I'll inform your mother." He got to his feet, slowly, stiffly. "Why don't you pul...ew of these chairs together and stretch out on them for some rest."

"I'm not very tired, sir."

"As you will."

The Duke folded his hands behind him, began pacing up and down the length of the table.

Lik...aged anima...aul thought.

"Are you going to discuss the traitor possibility with Hawat?" Paul asked.

The Duke stopped across from his son, spoke to the dark windows. "We've discussed the possibility many times."

"The old woman seemed so sure of herself," Paul said. "And the message Mothe.."

"Precautions have been taken," the Duke said. He looked around the room, and Paul marked the hunted wildness in his father's eyes. "Remain here. There are some things about the command post...ant to discuss with Thufir." He turned, strode out of the room, nodding shortly to the door guards.

Paul stared at the place where his father had stood. The space had been empty even before the Duke left the room. And he recalled the old woman's warning: " QQQ...or the father, nothing."

On that first day when Muad'Dib rode through the streets of Arrakeen with his family, some of the people along the way recalled the legends and the prophecy and they ventured to shout: "Mahdi!" But their shout was mor...uestion tha...tatement, for as yet they could only hope he was the one foretold as the Lisan al-Gaib, the Voice from the Outer World. Their attention was focused, too, on the mother, because they had heard she wa...ene Gesserit and it was obvious to them that she was like the other Lisan al-Gaib.

- from "Manual of Muad'Dib" by the Princess Irulan

The Duke found Thufir Hawat alone in the corner room to whic...uard directed him. There was the sound of men setting up communications equipment in an adjoining room, but this place was fairly quiet. The Duke glanced around as Hawat arose fro...aper-cluttered table. It wa...reen-walled enclosure with, in addition to the table, three suspensor chairs from which the Harkonnen "H " had been hastily removed, leaving an imperfect color patch.

"The chairs are liberated but quite safe," Hawat said. "Where is Paul, Sire?"

"I left him in the conference room. I'm hoping he'll get some rest without me there to distract him."

Hawat nodded, crossed to the door to the adjoining room, closed it, shutting off the noise of static and electronic sparking.

"Thufir," Leto said, "the Imperial and Harkonnen stockpiles of spice attract my attention."

"M'Lord?"

The Duke pursed his lips. "Storehouses are susceptible to destruction." He raise...and as Hawat started to speak. "Ignore the Emperor's hoard. He'd secretly enjoy it if the Harkonnens were embarrassed. And can the Baron object if something is destroyed which he cannot openly admit that he has?"

Hawat shook his head. "We've few men to spare. Sire."

"Use some of Idaho 's men. And perhaps some of the Fremen would enjo...rip off planet...aid on Giedi Prim...here are tactical advantages to suc...iversion, Thufir."

"As you say, my Lord." Hawat turned away, and the Duke saw evidence of nervousness in the old man, thought: Perhaps he suspect...istrust him. He must know I've private reports of traitors. Wel...est quiet his fears immediately .

"Thufir," he said, "since you're one of the fe...an trust completely, there's another matter bears discussion. We both know how constan...atch we must keep to prevent traitors from infiltrating our force... . bu...ave two new reports."

Hawat turned, stared at him.

And Leto repeated the stories Paul had brought.

Instead of bringing on the intense Mentat concentration, the reports only increased Hawat's agitation.

Leto studied the old man and, presently, said: "You've been holding something back, old friend...hould've suspected when you were so nervous during Staff. What is it that was too hot to dump in front of the full conference?"

Hawat's sapho-stained lips were pulled int...rim, straight line with tiny wrinkles radiating into them. They maintained their wrinkled stiffness as he said: "My Lord...on't quite know how to broach this."

"We've suffered man...car for each other, Thufir," the Duke said. "You know you can broach any subject with me."

Hawat continued to stare at him, thinking: This is ho...ike him best. This is the man of honor who deserves every bit of my loyalty and service. Why mus...urt him?

"Well?" Leto demanded.

Hawat shrugged. "It'...crap o...ote. We took it fro...arkonnen courier. The note was intended for an agent named Pardee. We've good reason to believe Pardee was top man in the Harkonnen underground here. The not...t'...hing that could have great consequence or no consequence. It's susceptible to various interpretations."

"What's the delicate content of this note?"

"Scrap o...ote, my Lord. Incomplete. It was on minimic film with the usual destruction capsule attached. We stopped the acid action just short of full erasure, leaving onl...ragment. The fragment, however, is extremely suggestive."

"Yes?"

Hawat rubbed at his lips. "It says: '... eto will never suspect, and when the blow falls on him fro...eloved hand, its source alone should be enough to destroy him.' The note was under the Baron's own seal and I've authenticated the seal."

"Your suspicion is obvious," the Duke said and his voice was suddenly cold.

"I'd sooner cut off my arms than hurt you," Hawat said. "My Lord, what i... ."

"The Lady Jessica," Leto said, and he felt anger consuming him. "Couldn't you wring the facts out of this Pardee?"

"Unfortunately, Pardee no longer was among the living when we intercepted the courier. The courier, I'm certain, did not know what he carried."

"I see."

Leto shook his head, thinking: Wha...limy piece of business. There can't be anything in it...now my woman.

"My Lord, i.."

"No!" the Duke barked. "There'...istake here tha.."

"We cannot ignore it, my Lord."

"She's been with me for sixteen years! There've been countless opportunities fo...ou yourself investigated the school and the woman!"

Hawat spoke bitterly: "Things have been known to escape me."

"It's impossible...ell you! The Harkonnens want to destroy the Atreides line  - meaning Paul, too. They've already tried once. Coul...oman conspire against her own son?"

"Perhaps she doesn't conspire against her son. And yesterday's attempt could've bee...lever sham."

"It couldn't have bee...ham."

"Sire, she isn't supposed to know her parentage, but what if she does know? What if she were an orphan, say, orphaned by an Atreides?"

"She'd have moved long before now. Poison in my drin... ...tiletto at night. Who has had better opportunity?"

"The Harkonnens mean to destroy you, my Lord. Their intent is not just to kill. There'...ange of fine distinctions in kanly. This could b...ork of art among vendettas."

The Duke's shoulders slumped. He closed his eyes, looking old and tired. It cannot b...e thought. The woman has opened her heart to me .

"What better way to destroy me than to sow suspicion of the woma...ove?" he asked.

"An interpretation I've considered," Hawat said. "Still... . "

The Duke opened his eyes, stared at Hawat, thinking: Let him be suspicious. Suspicion is his trade, not mine. Perhaps i...ppear to believe this, that will make another man careless.

"What do you suggest?" the Duke whispered.

"For now, constant surveillance, my Lord. She should be watched at all times...ill see it's done unobtrusively. Idaho would be the ideal choice for the job. Perhaps i...eek or so we can bring him back. There'...oung man we've been training in Idaho 's troop who might be ideal to send to the Fremen a...eplacement. He's gifted in diplomacy."

"Don't jeopardize our foothold with the Fremen."

"Of course not, Sire."

"And what about Paul?"

"Perhaps we could alert Dr. Yueh."

Leto turned his back on Hawat. "I leave it in your hands."

"I shall use discretion, my Lord."

At leas...an count on tha...eto thought. And he said: "I will tak...alk. If you need me, I'll be within the perimeter. The guard ca.."

"My Lord, before you go, I'v...ilmclip you should read. It'...irst-approximation analysis on the Fremen religion. You'll recall you asked me to report on it."

The Duke paused, spoke without turning. "Will it not wait?"

"Of course, my Lord. You asked what they were shouting, though. It was 'Mahdi!' They directed the term at the young master. When the.."

"At Paul?"

"Yes, my Lord. They'v...egend here...rophecy, tha...eader will come to them, child o...ene Gesserit, to lead them to true freedom. It follows the familiar messiah pattern."

"They think Paul is thi... . thi... . "

"They only hope, my Lord." Hawat extende...ilmclip capsule.

The Duke accepted it, thrust it int...ocket. "I'll look at it later."

"Certainly, my Lord."

"Right now...eed time t... . think."

"Yes, my Lord."

The Duke too...eep sighing breath, strode out the door. He turned to his right down the hall, began walking, hands behind his back, paying little attention to where he was. There were corridors and stairs and balconies and hall... . people who saluted and stood aside for him.

In time he came back to the conference room, found it dark and Paul asleep on the table wit...uard's robe thrown over him an...itty pack fo...illow. The Duke walked softly down the length of the room and onto the balcony overlooking the landing field...uard at the corner of the balcony, recognizing the Duke by the dim reflection of lights from the field, snapped to attention.

"At ease," the Duke murmured. He leaned against the cold metal of the balcony rail.

A predawn hush had come over the desert basin. He looked up. Straight overhead, the stars wer...equin shawl flung over blue-black. Low on the southern horizon, the night's second moon peered throug...hin dust haz...n unbelieving moon that looked at him wit...ynical light.

As the Duke watched, the moon dipped beneath the Shield Wall cliffs, frosting them, and in the sudden intensity of darkness, he experience...hill. He shivered.

Anger shot through him.

The Harkonnens have hindered and hounded and hunted me for the last tim...e thought. They are dung heaps with village provost minds! Her...ake my stand! And he thought wit...ouch of sadness...ust rule with eye and cla...s the hawk among lesser bird...nconsciously, his hand brushed the hawk emblem on his tunic.

To the east, the night gre...aggot of luminous gray, then seashell opalescence that dimmed the stars. There came the long, bell-tolling movement of dawn striking acros...roken horizon.

It wa...cene of such beauty it caught all his attention.

Some things beggar likenes...e thought.

He had never imagined anything here could be as beautiful as that shattered red horizon and the purple and ochre cliffs. Beyond the landing field where the night's faint dew had touched life into the hurried seeds of Arrakis, he saw great puddles of red blooms and, running through them, an articulate tread of viole... . like giant footsteps.

"It'...eautiful morning. Sire," the guard said.

"Yes, it is."

The Duke nodded, thinking: Perhaps this planet could grow on one. Perhaps it could becom...ood home for my son .

Then he saw the human figures moving into the flower fields, sweeping them with strange scythe-like device...ew gatherers. Water so precious here that even the dew must be collected.

And it could b...ideous plac...he Duke thought.

"There is probably no more terrible instant of enlightenment than the one in which you discover your father i...an  - with human flesh."

- from "Collected Sayings of Muad'Dib" by the Princess Irulan

The Duke said: "Paul, I'm doin...ateful thing, bu...ust." He stood beside the portable poison snooper that had been brought into the conference room for their breakfast. The thing's sensor arms hung limply over the table, reminding Paul of some weird insect newly dead.

The Duke's attention was directed out the windows at the landing field and its roiling of dust against the morning sky.

Paul ha...iewer in front of him containin...hort filmclip on Fremen religious practices. The clip had been compiled by one of Hawat's experts and Paul found himself disturbed by the references to himself.

"Mahdi! "

"Lisan al-Gaib! "

He could close his eyes and recall the shouts of the crowds. So that is what they hop...e thought. And he remembered what the old Reverend Mother had said: Kwisatz Haderach. The memories touched his feelings of terrible purpose, shading this strange world with sensations of familiarity that he could not understand.

"A hateful thing," the Duke said.

"What do you mean, sir?"

Leto turned, looked down at his son. "Because the Harkonnens think to trick me by making me distrust your mother. They don't know that I'd sooner distrust myself."

"I don't understand, sir."

Again, Leto looked out the windows. The white sun was well up into its morning quadrant. Milky light picked ou...oiling of dust clouds that spilled over into the blind canyons interfingering the Shield Wall.

Slowly, speaking i...low voice to contain his anger, the Duke explained to Paul about the mysterious note.

"You might just as well mistrust me," Paul said.

"They have to think they've succeeded," the Duke said. "They must think me this much o...ool. It must look real. Even your mother may not know the sham."

......QQ "But, sir! Why?"

"Your mother's response must not be an act. Oh, she's capable o...upreme ac... . but too much rides on this...ope to smoke ou...raitor. It must seem that I've been completely cozened. She must be hurt this way that she does not suffer greater hurt."

"Why do you tell me, Father? Maybe I'll give it away."

"They'll not watch you in this thing," the Duke said. "You'll keep the secret. You must." He walked to the windows, spoke without turning. "This way, if anything should happen to me, you can tell her the trut...ha...ever doubted her, not for the smallest instant...hould want her to know this."

Paul recognized the death thoughts in his father's words, spoke quickly: "Nothing's going to happen to you, sir. Th.."

"Be silent, Son."

Paul stared at his father's back, seeing the fatigue in the angle of the neck, in the line of the shoulders, in the slow movements.

"You're just tired, Father."

"I am tired," the Duke agreed. "I'm morally tired. The melancholy degeneration of the Great Houses has afflicted me at last, perhaps. And we were such strong people once."

Paul spoke in quick anger: "Our House hasn't degenerated!"

"Hasn't it?"

The Duke turned, faced his son, revealing dark circles beneath hard eyes...ynical twist of mouth. "I should wed your mother, make her my Duchess. Ye...y unwedded state gives some Houses hope they may yet ally with me through their marriageable daughters." He shrugged. "So, I... . "

"Mother has explained this to me."

"Nothing wins more loyalty fo...eader than an air of bravura," the Duke said. "I, therefore, cultivate an air of bravura."

"You lead well," Paul protested. "You govern well. Men follow you willingly and love you."

"My propaganda corps is one of the finest," the Duke said. Again, he turned to stare out at the basin. "There's greater possibility for us here on Arrakis than the Imperium could ever suspect. Yet sometime...hink it'd have been better if we'd run for it, gone renegade. Sometime...ish we could sink back into anonymity among the people, become less exposed to... . "

"Father!"

"Yes...m tired," the Duke said. "Did you know we're using spice residue as raw material and already have our own factory to manufacture filmbase?"

"Sir?"

"We mustn't run short of filmbase," the Duke said. "Else, how could we flood village and city with our information? The people must learn how wel...overn them. How would they know if we didn't tell them?"

"You should get some rest," Paul said.

Again, the Duke faced his son. "Arrakis has another advantag...lmost forgot to mention. Spice is in everything here. You breathe it and eat it in almost everything. An...ind that this impart...ertain natural immunity to some of the most common poisons of the Assassins' Handbook. And the need to watch every drop of water puts all food productio...east culture, hydroponics, chemavit, everythin...nder the strictest surveillance. We cannot kill off large segments of our population with poiso...nd we cannot be attacked this way, either. Arrakis makes us moral and ethical."

Paul started to speak, but the Duke cut him off, saying: "I have to have someon...an say these things to, Son." He sighed, glanced back at the dry landscape where even the flowers were gone no...rampled by the dew gatherers, wilted under the early sun.

"On Caladan, we ruled with sea and air power," the Duke said. "Here, we must scrabble for desert power. This is your inheritance, Paul. What is to become of you if anything happens to me? You'll not b...enegade House, bu...uerrilla Hous...unning, hunted."

Paul groped for words, could find nothing to say. He had never seen his father this despondent.

"To hold Arrakis," the Duke said, "one is faced with decisions that may cost one his self-respect." He pointed out the window to the Atreides green and black banner hanging limply fro...taff at the edge of the landing field. "That honorable banner could come to mean many evil things."

Paul swallowed i...ry throat. His father's words carried futility...ense of fatalism that left the boy with an empty feeling in his chest.

The Duke took an antifatigue tablet fro...ocket, gulped it dry. "Power and fear," he said. "The tools of statecraft...ust order new emphasis on guerrilla training for you. That filmclip ther...hey call you 'Mahdi'...#039;Lisan al-Gaib'......ast resort, you might capitalize on that."

Paul stared at his father, watching the shoulders straighten as the tablet did its work, but remembering the words of fear and doubt.

"What's keeping that ecologist?" the Duke muttered. "I told Thufir to have him here early."

My father, the Padishah Emperor, took me by the hand one day an...ensed in the ways my mother had taught me that he was disturbed. He led me down the Hall of Portraits to the ego-likeness of the Duke Leto Atreides...arked the strong resemblance between them  - my father and this man in the portrait  - both with thin, elegant faces and sharp features dominated by cold eyes. "Princess-daughter," my father said, "I would that you'd been older when it came time for this man to choos...oman." My father was 71 at the time and looking no older than the man in the portrait, an...as but 14, ye...emember deducing in that instant that my father secretly wished the Duke had been his son, and disliked the political necessities that made them enemies.

- "In My Father's House" by the Princess Irulan

His first encounter with the people he had been ordered to betray left Dr. Kynes shaken. He prided himself on bein...cientist to whom legends were merely interesting clues, pointing toward cultural roots. Yet the boy fitted the ancient prophecy so precisely. He had "the questing eyes," and the air of "reserved candor."

Of course, the prophecy left certain latitude as to whether the Mother Goddess would bring the Messiah with her or produce Him on the scene. Still, there was this odd correspondence between prediction and persons.

They met in midmorning outside the Arrakeen landing field's administration building. An unmarked ornithopter squatted nearby, humming softly on standby lik...omnolent insect. An Atreides guard stood beside it with bared sword and the faint air-distortion o...hield around him.

Kynes sneered at the shield pattern, thinking: Arrakis ha...urprise for them there!

The planetologist raise...and, signaled for his Fremen guard to fall back. He strode on ahead toward the building's entranc...he dark hole in plastic-coated rock. So exposed, that monolithic building, he thought. So much less suitable tha...ave.

Movement within the entrance caught his attention. He stopped, taking the moment to adjust his robe and the set of his stillsuit at the left shoulder.

The entrance doors swung wide. Atreides guards emerged swiftly, all of them heavily arme...low-pellet stunners, swords and shields. Behind them cam...all man, hawk-faced, dark of skin and hair. He wor...ubba cloak with Atreides crest at the breast, and wore it i...ay that betrayed his unfamiliarity with the garment. It clung to the legs of his stillsuit on one side. It lacke...ree-swinging, striding rhythm.

Beside the man walke...outh with the same dark hair, but rounder in the face. The youth seemed small for the fifteen years Kynes knew him to have. But the young body carrie...ense of command...oised assurance, as though he saw and knew things all around him that were not visible to others. And he wore the same style cloak as his father, yet with casual ease that made one think the boy had always worn such clothing.

"The Mahdi will be aware of things others cannot see ," went the prophecy.

Kynes shook his head, telling himself: They're just people .

With the two, garbed like them for the desert, cam...an Kynes recognize...urney Halleck. Kynes too...eep breath to still his resentment against Halleck, who had briefed him on how to behave with the Duke and ducal heir.

"You may call the Duke 'my Lord ' or 'Sire.' 'Noble Born' also is correct, but usually reserved for more formal occasions. The son may be addressed as 'young Master' or 'my Lord.' The Duke i...an of much leniency, but brooks little familiarity ."

And Kynes thought as he watched the group approach: They'll learn soon enough who's master on Arrakis. Order me questioned half the night by that Mentat, will they? Expect me to guide them on an inspection of spice mining, do they?

The import of Hawat's questions had not escaped Kynes. They wanted the Imperial bases. And it was obvious they'd learned of the bases from Idaho .

I will have Stilgar send Idaho's head to this Duk...ynes told himself.

The ducal party was onl...ew paces away now, their feet in desert boots crunching the sand.

Kynes bowed. "My Lord, Duke."

As he had approached the solitary figure standing near the ornithopter, Leto had studied him: tall, thin, dressed for the desert in loose robe, stillsuit, and low boots. The man's hood was thrown back, its veil hanging to one side, revealing long sandy hair...parse beard. The eyes were that fathomless blue-within-blue under thick brows. Remains of dark stains smudged his eye sockets.

"You're the ecologist," the Duke said.

"We prefer the old title here, my Lord," Kynes said. "Planetologist."

"As you wish," the Duke said. He glanced down at Paul. "Son, this is the Judge of the Change, the arbiter of dispute, the man set here to see that the forms are obeyed in our assumption of power over this fief." He glanced at Kynes. "And this is my son."

"My Lord," Kynes said.

"Are yo...remen?" Paul asked.

Kynes smiled. "I am accepted in both sietch and village, young Master. Bu...m in His Majesty's service, the Imperial Planetologist."

Paul nodded, impressed by the man's air of strength. Halleck had pointed Kynes out to Paul from an upper window of the administration building: "The man standing there with the Fremen escor...he one moving now toward the ornithopter."

Paul had inspected Kynes briefly with binoculars, noting the prim, straight mouth, the high forehead. Halleck had spoken in Paul's ear: "Odd sort of fellow. Ha...recise way of speakin...lipped off, no fuzzy edge...azor-apt."

And the Duke, behind them, had said: "Scientist type."

Now, onl...ew feet from the man, Paul sensed the power in Kynes, the impact of personality, as though he were blood royal, born to command.

"I understand we have you to thank for our stillsuits and these cloaks," the Duke said.

"I hope they fit well, my Lord," Kynes said. "They're of Fremen make and as near as possible the dimensions given me by your man Halleck here."

"I was concerned that you said you couldn't take us into the desert unless we wore these garments," the Duke said. "We can carry plenty of water. We don't intend to be out long and we'll have air cove...he escort you see overhead right now. It isn't likely we'd be forced down."

Kynes stared at him, seeing the water-fat flesh. He spoke coldly: "You never talk of likelihoods on Arrakis. You speak only of possibilities."

Halleck stiffened. "The Duke is to be addressed as my Lord or Sire!"

Leto gave Halleck their private handsignal to desist, said: "Our ways are new here, Gurney. We must make allowances."

"As you wish, Sire."

"We are indebted to you, Dr. Kynes," Leto said. "These suits and the consideration for our welfare will be remembered."

On impulse, Paul called to min...uotation from the O.C. Bible, said: " 'The gift is the blessing of the river.' "

The words rang out overloud in the still air. The Fremen escort Kynes had left in the shade of the administration building leaped up from their squatting repose, muttering in open agitation. One cried out: "Lisan al-Gaib!"

Kynes whirled, gav...urt, chopping signal wit...and, waved the guard away. They fell back, grumbling among themselves, trailed away around the building.

"Most interesting," Leto said.

Kynes passe...ard glare over the Duke and Paul, said: "Most of the desert natives here ar...uperstitious lot. Pay no attention to them. They mean no harm." But he thought of the words of the legend: "They will greet you with Holy Words and your gifts will b...lessing ."

Leto's assessment of Kyne...ased partly on Hawat's brief verbal report (guarded and full of suspicions...uddenly crystallized: the man was Fremen. Kynes had come wit...remen escort, which could mean simply that the Fremen were testing their new freedom to enter urban area...ut it had seemed an honor guard. And by his manner, Kynes wa...roud man, accustomed to freedom, his tongue and his manner guarded only by his own suspicions. Paul's question had been direct and pertinent.

Kynes had gone native.

"Shouldn't we be going, Sire?" Halleck asked.

The Duke nodded. "I'll fly my own 'thopter. Kynes can sit up front with me to direct me. You and Paul take the rear seats."

"One moment, please," Kynes said. "With your permission, Sire...ust check the security of your suits."

The Duke started to speak, but Kynes pressed on: "I have concern for my own flesh as well as your... . my Lord. I'm well aware of whose throat would be slit should harm befall you two while you're in my care."

The Duke frowned, thinking: How delicate this moment! I...efuse, it may offend him. And this could b...an whose value to me is beyond measure. Ye... . to let him inside my shield, touching my person whe...now so little about him?

The thoughts flicked through his mind with decision hard on their heels. "We're in your hands," the Duke said. He stepped forward, opening his robe, saw Halleck come up on the balls of his feet, poised and alert, but remaining where he was. "And, if you'd be so kind," the Duke said, "I'd appreciate an explanation of the suit from one who lives so intimately with it."

"Certainly," Kynes said. He felt up under the robe for the shoulder seals, speaking as he examined the suit. "It's basicall...icro-sandwic... high-efficiency filter and heat-exchange system." He adjusted the shoulder seals. "The skin-contact layer's porous. Perspiration passes through it, having cooled the bod... . near-normal evaporation process. The next two layer... . " Kynes tightened the chest fit. "... include heat exchange filaments and salt precipitators. Salt's reclaimed."

The Duke lifted his arms a...esture, said: "Most interesting."

"Breathe deeply," Kynes said.

The Duke obeyed.

Kynes studied the underarm seals, adjusted one. "Motions of the body, especially breathing," he said, "and some osmotic action provide the pumping force." He loosened the chest fit slightly. "Reclaimed water circulates to catchpockets from which you draw it through this tube in the clip at your neck."

The Duke twisted his chin in and down to look at the end of the tube. "Efficient and convenient," he said. "Good engineering."

Kynes knelt, examined the leg seals. "Urine and feces are processed in the thigh pads," he said, and stood up, felt the neck fitting, lifte...ectioned flap there. "In the open desert, you wear this filter across your face, this tube in the nostrils with these plugs to insur...ight fit. Breathe in through the mouth filter, out through the nose tube. Wit...remen suit in good working order, you won't lose more tha...himbleful of moistur...a...ven if you're caught in the Great Erg."

"A thimblefu...ay," the Duke said.

Kynes presse...inger against the suit's forehead pad, said: "This may ru...ittle. It if irritates you, please tell me...ould slit-patch i...it tighter."

"My thanks," the Duke said. He moved his shoulders in the suit as Kynes stepped back, realizing that it did feel better no...ighter and less irritating.

Kynes turned to Paul. "Now, let's hav...ook at you, lad."

A good man but he'll have to learn to address us properl...he Duke thought.

Paul stood passively as Kynes inspected the suit. It had been an odd sensation putting on the crinkling, slick-surfaced garment. In his foreconsciousness had been the absolute knowledge that he had never before wor...tillsuit. Yet, each motion of adjusting the adhesion tabs under Gurney's inexpert guidance had seemed natural, instinctive. When he had tightened the chest to gain maximum pumping action from the motion of breathing, he had known what he did and why. When he had fitted the neck and forehead tabs tightly, he had known it was to prevent friction blisters.

Kynes straightened, stepped back wit...uzzled expression. "You've wor...tillsuit before?" he asked.

"This is the first time."

"Then someone adjusted it for you?"

"No."

"Your desert boots are fitted slip-fashion at the ankles. Who told you to do that?"

"I... . seemed the right way."

"That it most certainly is."

And Kynes rubbed his cheek, thinking of the legend: "He shall know your ways as though born to them ."

"We waste time," the Duke said. He gestured to the waiting 'thopter, led the way, accepting the guard's salute wit...od. He climbed in, fastened his safety harness, checked controls and instruments. The craft creaked as the others clambered aboard.

Kynes fastened his harness, focused on the padded comfort of the aircraf...oft luxury of gray-green upholstery, gleaming instruments, the sensation of filtered and washed air in his lungs as doors slammed and vent fans whirred alive.

So soft! he thought.

"All secure, Sire," Halleck said.

Leto fed power to the wings, felt them cup and di...nce, twice. They were airborne in ten meters, wings feathered tightly and afterjets thrusting them upward i...teep, hissing climb.

"Southeast over the Shield Wall," Kynes said. "That's wher...old your sandmaster to concentrate his equipment."

"Right."

The Duke banked into his air cover, the other craft taking up their guard positions as they headed southeast.

"The design and manufacture of these stillsuits bespeak...igh degree of sophistication," the Duke said.

"Someda...ay show yo...ietch factory," Kynes said.

"I would find that interesting," the Duke said. "I note that suits are manufactured also in some of the garrison cities."

"Inferior copies," Kynes said. "Any Dune man who values his skin wear...remen suit."

"And it'll hold your water loss t...himblefu...ay?"

"Properly suited, your forehead cap tight, all seals in order, your major water loss is through the palms of your hands," Kynes said. "You can wear suit gloves if you're not using your hands for critical work, but most Fremen in the open desert rub their hands with juice from the leaves of the creosote bush. It inhibits perspiration."

The Duke glanced down to the left at the broken landscape of the Shield Wal...hasms of tortured rock, patches of yellow-brown crossed by black lines of fault shattering. It was as though someone had dropped this ground from space and left it where it smashed.

They crosse...hallow basin with the clear outline of gray sand spreading across it fro...anyon opening to the south. The sand fingers ran out into the basi... dry delta outlined against darker rock.

Kynes sat back, thinking about the water-fat flesh he had felt beneath the stillsuits. They wore shield belts over their robes, slow pellet stunners at the waist, coin-sized emergency transmitters on cords around their necks. Both the Duke and his son carried knives in wrist sheathes and the sheathes appeared well worn. The people struck Kynes a...trange combination of softness and armed strength. There wa...oise to them totally unlike the Harkonnens.

"When you report to the Emperor on the change of government here, will you say we observed the rules?" Leto asked. He glanced at Kynes, back to their course.

"The Harkonnens left; you came," Kynes said.

"And is everything as it should be?" Leto asked.

Momentary tension showed in the tightening o...uscle along Kynes' jaw. "As Planetologist and Judge of the Change......irect subject of the Imperiu...y Lord."

The Duke smiled grimly. "But we both know the realities."

"I remind you that His Majesty supports my work."

"Indeed? And what is your work?"

In the brief silence, Paul thought: He's pushing this Kynes too har...aul glanced at Halleck, but the minstrel-warrior was staring out at the barren landscape.

Kynes spoke stiffly: "You, of course, refer to my duties as planetologist."

"Of course."

"It is mostly dry land biology and botan... . some geological wor...ore drilling and testing. You never really exhaust the possibilities of an entire planet."

"Do you also investigate the spice?"

Kynes turned, and Paul noted the hard line of the man's cheek. "A curious question, my Lord."

"Bear in mind, Kynes, that this is now my fief. My methods differ from those of the Harkonnens...on't care if you study the spice as long a...hare what you discover." He glanced at the planetologist. "The Harkonnens discouraged investigation of the spice, didn't they?"

Kynes stared back without answering.

"You may speak plainly," the Duke said, "without fear for your skin."

"The Imperial Court is, indeed...ong way off," Kynes muttered. And he thought: What does this water-soft invader expect? Does he think me fool enough to enlist with him?

The Duke chuckled, keeping his attention on their course. "I detec...our note in your voice, sir. We've waded in here with our mob of tame killers, eh? And we expect you to realize immediately that we're different from the Harkonnens?"

"I've seen the propaganda you've flooded into sietch and village," Kynes said. " 'Love the good Duke!' Your corps o.."

"Here now!" Halleck barked. He snapped his attention away from the window, leaned forward.

Paul pu...and on Halleck's arm.

"Gurney!" the Duke said. He glanced back. "This man's been long under the Harkonnens."

Halleck sat back. "Ayah."

"Your man Hawat's subtle," Kynes said, "but his object's plain enough."

"Will you open those bases to us, then?" the Duke asked.

Kynes spoke curtly: "They're His Majesty's property."

"They're not being used."

"They could be used."

"Does His Majesty concur?"

Kynes darte...ard stare at the Duke. "Arrakis could be an Eden if its rulers would look up from grubbing for spice!"

He didn't answer my questio...he Duke thought. And he said: "How i...lanet to become an Eden without money?"

"What is money," Kynes asked, "if it won't buy the services you need?"

Ah, now! the Duke thought. And he said: "We'll discuss this another time. Right now...elieve we're coming to the edge of the Shield Wall. D...old the same course?"

"The same course," Kynes muttered.

Paul looked out his window. Beneath them, the broken ground began to drop away in tumbled creases towar...arren rock plain an...nife-edged shelf. Beyond the shelf, fingernail crescents of dunes marched toward the horizon with here and there in the distanc...ull smudge...arker blotch to tell of something not sand. Rock outcroppings, perhaps. In the heat-addled air, Paul couldn't be sure.

"Are there any plants down there?" Paul asked.

"Some," Kynes said. "This latitude's life-zone has mostly what we call minor water stealer...dapted to raiding each other for moisture, gobbling up the trace-dew. Some parts of the desert teem with life. But all of it has learned how to survive under these rigors. If you get caught down there, you imitate that life or you die."

"You mean steal water from each other?" Paul asked. The idea outraged him, and his voice betrayed his emotion.

"It's done," Kynes said, "but that wasn't precisely my meaning. You see, my climate demand...pecial attitude toward water. You are aware of water at all times. You waste nothing that contains moisture."

And the Duke thought: " QQQ... . my climate! "

"Come around two degrees more southerly, my Lord," Kynes said. "There'...low coming up from the west."

The Duke nodded. He had seen the billowing of tan dust there. He banked the 'thopter around, noting the way the escort's wings reflected milky orange from the dust-refracted light as they turned to keep pace with him.

"This should clear the storm's edge," Kynes said.

"That sand must be dangerous if you fly into it," Paul said. "Will it really cut the strongest metals?"

"At this altitude, it's not sand but dust," Kynes said. "The danger is lack of visibility, turbulence, clogged intakes."

"We'll see actual spice mining today?" Paul asked.

"Very likely," Kynes said.

Paul sat back. He had used the questions and hyperawareness to do what his mother called "registering" the person. He had Kynes no...une of voice, each detail of face and gesture. An unnatural folding of the left sleeve on the man's robe told o...nife in an arm sheath. The waist bulged strangely. It was said that desert men wor...elted sash into which they tucked small necessities. Perhaps the bulges came from suc...as...ertainly not fro...oncealed shield belt...opper pin engraved with the likeness o...are clasped the neck of Kynes' robe. Another smaller pin with similar likeness hung at the corner of the hood which was thrown back over his shoulders.

Halleck twisted in the seat beside Paul, reached back into the rear compartment and brought out his baliset. Kynes looked around as Halleck tuned the instrument, then returned his attention to their course.

"What would you like to hear, young Master?" Halleck asked.

"You choose, Gurney," Paul said.

Halleck bent his ear close to the sounding board, strumme...hord and sang softly:

"Our fathers ate manna in the desert,

In the burning places where whirlwinds came.

Lord, save us from that horrible land!

Save u... . oh-h-h-h, save us

From the dry and thirsty land."

Kynes glanced at the Duke, said: "You do travel wit...ight complement of guards, my Lord. Are all of them such men of many talents?"

"Gurney?" The Duke chuckled. "Gurney's one o...ind...ike him with me for his eyes. His eyes miss very little."

The planetologist frowned.

Without missin...eat in his tune, Halleck interposed:

"Fo...m like an owl of the desert, o!

Aiyah! am like an owl of the des-ert!"

The Duke reached down, brought u...icrophone from the instrument panel, thumbed it to life, said: "Leader to Escort Gemma. Flying object at nine o'cloc...ector B. Do you identify it?"

"It's merel...ird," Kynes said, and added: "You have sharp eyes."

The panel speaker crackled, then: "Escort Gemma. Object examined under full amplification. It'...arge bird."

Paul looked in the indicated direction, saw the distant speck...ot of intermittent motion, and realized how keyed up his father must be. Every sense was at full alert.

"I'd not realized there were birds that large this far into the desert," the Duke said.

"That's likely an eagle," Kynes said. "Many creatures have adapted to this place."

The ornithopter swept ove...are rock plain. Paul looked down from their two thousand meters' altitude, saw the wrinkled shadow of their craft and escort. The land beneath seemed flat, but shadow wrinkles said otherwise.

"Has anyone ever walked out of the desert?" the Duke asked.

Halleck's music stopped. He leaned forward to catch the answer.

"Not from the deep desert," Kynes said. "Men have walked out of the second zone several times. They've survived by crossing the rock areas where worms seldom go."

The timbre of Kynes' voice held Paul's attention. He felt his sense come alert the way they were trained to do.

"Ah-h, the worms," the Duke said. "I must see one sometime."

"You may see one today," Kynes said. "Wherever there is spice, there are worms."

"Always?" Halleck asked.

"Always."

"Is there relationship between worm and spice?" the Duke asked.

Kynes turned and Paul saw the pursed lips as the man spoke. "They defend spice sand...ach worm ha... territory. As to the spic... . who knows? Worm specimens we've examined lead us to suspect complicated chemical interchanges within them. We find traces of hydrochloric acid in the ducts, more complicated acid forms elsewhere. I'll give you my monograph on the subject."

"An...hield's no defense?" the Duke asked.

"Shields!" Kynes sneered. "Activat...hield within the worm zone and you seal your fate. Worms ignore territory lines, come from far around to attac...hield. No man wearin...hield has ever survived such attack."

"How are worms taken, then?"

"High voltage electrical shock applied separately to each ring segment is the only known way of killing and preserving an entire worm," Kynes said. "They can be stunned and shattered by explosives, but each ring segment ha...ife of its own. Barring atomics...now of no explosive powerful enough to destro...arge worm entirely. They're incredibly tough."

"Why hasn't an effort been made to wipe them out?" Paul asked.

"Too expensive," Kynes said. "Too much area to cover."

Paul leaned back in his corner. His truthsense, awareness of tone shadings, told him that Kynes was lying and telling half-truths. And he thought: If there'...elationship between spice and worms, killing the worms would destroy the spice .

"No one will have to walk out of the desert soon," the Duke said. "Trip these little transmitters at our necks and rescue is on its way. All our workers will be wearing them before long. We're setting u...pecial rescue service."

"Very commendable," Kynes said.

"Your tone says you don't agree," the Duke said.

"Agree? Of cours...gree, but it won't be much use. Static electricity from sandstorms masks out many signals. Transmitters short out. They've been tried here before, you know. Arrakis is tough on equipment. And i...orm's hunting you there's not much time. Frequently, you have no more than fifteen or twenty minutes."

"What would you advise?" the Duke asked.

"You ask my advice?"

"As planetologist, yes."

"You'd follow my advice?"

"I...ound it sensible."

"Very well, my Lord. Never travel alone."

The Duke turned his attention from the controls. "That's all?"

"That's all. Never travel alone."

"What if you're separated b...torm and forced down?" Halleck asked. "Isn't there anything you could do?"

"Anything covers much territory," Kynes said.

"What would you do?" Paul asked.

Kynes turne...ard stare at the boy, brought his attention back to the Duke. "I'd remember to protect the integrity of my stillsuit. I...ere outside the worm zone or in rock, I'd stay with the ship. I...ere down in open sand, I'd get away from the ship as fast a...ould. Abou...housand meters would be far enough. Then I'd hide beneath my robe...orm would get the ship, but it might miss me."

"Then what?" Halleck asked.

Kynes shrugged. "Wait for the worm to leave."

"That's all?" Paul asked.

"When the worm has gone, one may try to walk out," Kynes said. "You must walk softly, avoid drum sands, tidal dust basin...ead for the nearest rock zone. There are many such zones. You might make it."

"Drum sand?" Halleck asked.

"A condition of sand compaction," Kynes said. "The slightest step sets it drumming. Worms always come to that."

"An...idal dust basin?" the Duke asked.

"Certain depressions in the desert have filled with dust over the centuries. Some are so vast they have currents and tides. All will swallow the unwary who step into them."

Halleck sat back, resumed strumming the baliset. Presently, he sang:

"Wild beasts of the desert do hunt there,

Waiting for the innocents to pass.

Oh-h-h, tempt not the gods of the desert,

Lest you see...onely epitaph.

The perils of th.."

He broke off, leaned forward. "Dust cloud ahead, Sire."

"I see it, Gurney."

"That's what we seek," Kynes said.

Paul stretched up in the seat to peer ahead, sa...olling yellow cloud low on the desert surface some thirty kilometers ahead.

"One of your factory crawlers," Kynes said. "It's on the surface and that means it's on spice. The cloud is vented sand being expelled after the spice has been centrifugally removed. There's no other cloud quite like it."

"Aircraft over it," the Duke said.

"I see tw... . thre... . four spotters," Kynes said. "They're watching for wormsign."

"Wormsign?" the Duke asked.

"A sandwave moving toward the crawler. They'll have seismic probes on the surface, too. Worms sometimes travel too deep for the wave to show." Kynes swung his gaze around the sky. "Should b...arryall wing around, bu...on't see it."

"The worm always comes, eh?" Halleck asked.

"Always."

Paul leaned forward, touched Kynes' shoulder. "How big an area does each worm stake out?"

Kynes frowned. The child kept asking adult questions.

"That depends on the size of the worm."

"What's the variation?" the Duke asked.

"Big ones may control three or four hundred square kilometers. Small one..." He broke off as the Duke kicked on the jet brakes. The ship bucked as its tail pods whispered to silence. Stub wings elongated, cupped the air. The craft becam...ull 'thopter as the Duke banked it, holding the wings t...entle beat, pointing with his left hand off to the east beyond the factory crawler.

"Is that wormsign?"

Kynes leaned across the Duke to peer into the distance.

Paul and Halleck were crowded together, looking in the same direction, and Paul noted that their escort, caught by the sudden maneuver, had surged ahead, but now was curving back. The factory crawler lay ahead of them, still some three kilometers away.

Where the Duke pointed, crescent dune tracks spread shadow ripples toward the horizon and, running through them a...evel line stretching into the distance, came an elongated mount-in-motio... cresting of sand. It reminded Paul of the wa...ig fish disturbed the water when swimming just under the surface.

"Worm," Kynes said. "Big one." He leaned back, grabbed the microphone from the panel, punched ou...ew frequency selection. Glancing at the grid chart on rollers over their heads, he spoke into the microphone: "Calling crawler at Delta Ajax niner. Wormsign warning. Crawler at Delta Ajax niner. Wormsign warning. Acknowledge, please." He waited.

The panel speaker emitted static crackles, the...oice: "Who calls Delta Ajax niner? Over."

"They seem pretty calm about it," Halleck said.

Kynes spoke into the microphone: "Unlisted fligh...orth and east of you about three kilometers. Wormsign is on intercept course, your position, estimated contact twenty-five minutes."

......QQ Another voice rumbled from the speaker: "This is Spotter Control. Sighting confirmed. Stand by for contact fix." There wa...ause, then: "Contact in twenty-six minutes minus. That wa...harp estimate. Who's on that unlisted flight? Over."

Halleck had his harness off and surged forward between Kynes and the Duke. "Is this the regular working frequency, Kynes?"

"Yes. Why?"

"Who'd be listening?"

"Just the work crews in this area. Cuts down interference."

Again, the speaker crackled, then: "This is Delta Ajax niner. Who gets bonus credit for that spot? Over."

Halleck glanced at the Duke.

Kynes said: "There'...onus based on spice load for whoever gives first worm warning. They want to kno.."

"Tell them who had first sight of that worm," Halleck said.

The Duke nodded.

Kynes hesitated, then lifted the microphone; "Spotter credit to the Duke Leto Atreides. The Duke Leto Atreides. Over."

The voice from the speaker was flat and partly distorted b...urst of static: "We read and thank you."

"Now, tell them to divide the bonus among themselves," Halleck ordered. "Tell them it's the Duke's wish."

Kynes too...eep breath, then: "It's the Duke's wish that you divide the bonus among your crew. Do you read? Over."

"Acknowledged and thank you," the speaker said.

The Duke said: "I forgot to mention that Gurney is also very talented in public relations."

Kynes turne...uzzled frown on Halleck.

"This lets the men know their Duke is concerned for their safety," Halleck said. "Word will get around. It was on an area working frequenc...ot likely Harkonnen agents heard." He glanced out at their air cover. "And we'r...retty strong force. It wa...ood risk."

The Duke banked their craft toward the sandcloud erupting from the factory crawler. "What happens now?"

"There'...arryall wing somewhere close," Kynes said. "It'll come in and lift off the crawler."

"What if the carryall's wrecked?" Halleck asked.

"Some equipment is lost," Kynes said. "Get in close over the crawler, my Lord; you'll find this interesting."

The Duke scowled, busied himself with the controls as they came into turbulent air over the crawler.

Paul looked down, saw sand still spewing out of the metal and plastic monster beneath them. It looked lik...reat tan and blue beetle with many wide tracks extending on arms around it. He sa...iant inverted funnel snout poked into dark sand in front of it.

"Rich spice bed by the color," Kynes said. "They'll continue working until the last minute."

The Duke fed more power to the wings, stiffened them fo...teeper descent as he settled lower i...ircling glide above the crawler...lance left and right showed his cover holding altitude and circling overhead.

Paul studied the yellow cloud belching from the crawler's pipe vents, looked out over the desert at the approaching worm track.

"Shouldn't we be hearing them call in the carryall?" Halleck asked.

"They usually have the wing o...ifferent frequency," Kynes said.

"Shouldn't they have two carryalls standing by for every crawler?" the Duke asked. "There should be twenty-six men on that machine down there, not to mention cost of equipment."

Kynes said: "You don't have enough e.."

He broke off as the speaker erupted with an angry voice: "Any of you see the wing? He isn't answering."

A garble of noise crackled from the speaker, drowned in an abrupt override signal, then silence and the first voice: "Report by the numbers! Over."

"This is Spotter Control. Las...aw, the wing was pretty high and circling off northwest...on't see him now. Over."

"Spotter one: negative. Over."

"Spotter two: negative. Over."

"Spotter three: negative. Over."

Silence.

The Duke looked down. His own craft's shadow was just passing over the crawler. "Only four spotters, is that right?"

"Correct," Kynes said.

"There are five in our party," the Duke said. "Our ships are larger. We can crowd in three extra each. Their spotters ought to be able to lift off two each."

Paul did the mental arithmetic, said: "That's three short."

"Why don't they have two carryalls to each crawler?" barked the Duke.

"You don't have enough extra equipment," Kynes said.

"All the more reason we should protect what we have!"

"Where could that carryall go?" Halleck asked.

"Could've been forced down somewhere out of sight," Kynes said.

The Duke grabbed the microphone, hesitated with thumb poised over its switch. "How could they lose sight o...arryall?"

"They keep their attention on the ground looking for wormsign," Kynes said.

The Duke thumbed the switch, spoke into the microphone. "This is your Duke. We are coming down to take off Delta Ajax niner's crew. All spotters are ordered to comply. Spotters will land on the east side. We will take the west. Over." He reached down, punched out his own command frequency, repeated the order for his own air cover, handed the microphone back to Kynes.

Kynes returned to the working frequency an...oice blasted from the speaker: " QQQ... . almos...ull load of spice! We have almos...ull load! We can't leave that fo...amned worm! Over."

"Damn the spice!" the Duke barked. He grabbed back the microphone, said: "We can always get more spice. There are seats in our ships for all but three of you. Draw straws or decide any way you like who's to go. But you're going, and that's an order!" He slammed the microphone back into Kynes' hands, muttered: "Sorry," as Kynes shook an injured finger.

"How much time?" Paul asked.

"Nine minutes," Kynes said.

The Duke said: "This ship has more power than the others. If we took off under jet with three-quarter wings, we could crowd in an additional man."

"That sand's soft," Kynes said.

"With four extra men aboard o...et takeoff, we could snap the wings, Sire," Halleck said.

"Not on this ship," the Duke said. He hauled back on the controls as the 'thopter glided in beside the crawler. The wings tipped up, braked the 'thopter t...kidding stop within twenty meters of the factory.

The crawler was silent now, no sand spouting from its vents. Onl...aint mechanical rumble issued from it, becoming more audible as the Duke opened his door.

Immediately, their nostrils were assailed by the odor of cinnamo...eavy and pungent.

Wit...oud flapping, the spotter aircraft glided down to the sand on the other side of the crawler. The Duke's own escort swooped in to land in line with him.

Paul, looking out at the factory, saw how all the 'thopters were dwarfed by i...nats besid...arrior beetle.

"Gurney, you and Paul toss out that rear seat," the Duke said. He manually cranked the wings out to three-quarters, set their angle, checked the jet pod controls. "Why the devil aren't they coming out of that machine?"

"They're hoping the carryall will show up," Kynes said. "They still hav...ew minutes." He glanced off to the east.

All turned to look the same direction, seeing no sign of the worm, but there wa...eavy, charged feeling of anxiety in the air.

The Duke took the microphone, punched for his command frequency, said: "Two of you toss out your shield generators. By the numbers. You can carry one more man that way. We're not leaving any men for that monster." He keyed back to the working frequency, barked: "All right, you in Delta Ajax niner! Out! Now! This i...ommand from your Duke! On the double or I'll cut that crawler apart wit...asgun!"

A hatch snapped open near the front of the factory, another at the rear, another at the top. Men came tumbling out, sliding and scrambling down to the sand...all man i...atched working robe was the last to emerge. He jumped down t...rack and then to the sand.

The Duke hung the microphone on the panel, swung out onto the wing step, shouted: "Two men each into your spotters."

The man in the patched robe began lolling off pairs of his crew, pushing them toward the craft waiting on the other side.

"Four over here!" the Duke shouted. "Four into that ship back there!" He jabbe...inger at an escort 'thopter directly behind him. The guards were just wrestling the shield generator out of it. "And four into that ship over there!" He pointed to the other escort that had shed its shield generator. "Three each into the others! Run, you sand dogs!"

The tall man finished counting off his crew, came slogging across the sand followed by three of his companions.

"I hear the worm, bu...an't see it," Kynes said.

The others heard it the...n abrasive slithering, distant and growing louder.

"Damn sloppy way to operate," the Duke muttered.

Aircraft began flapping off the sand around them. It reminded the Duke o...ime in his home planet's jungles...udden emergence int...learing, and carrion birds lifting away from the carcass o...ild ox.

The spice workers slogged up to the side of the 'thopter, started climbing in behind the Duke. Halleck helped, dragging them into the rear.

"In you go, boys!" he snapped. "On the double!"

Paul, crowded int...orner by sweating men, smelled the perspiration of fear, saw that two of the men had poor neck adjustments on their stillsuits. He filed the information in his memory for future action. His father would have to order tighter stillsuit discipline. Men tended to become sloppy if you didn't watch such things.

The last man came gasping into the rear, said. "The worm! It's almost on us! Blast off!"

The Duke slid into his seat, frowning, said: "We still have almost three minutes on the original contact estimate. Is that right, Kynes?" He shut his door, checked it.

"Almost exactly, my Lord," Kynes said, and he thought...ool one, this duke .

"All secure here, Sire," Halleck said.

The Duke nodded, watched the last of his escort take off. He adjusted the igniter, glanced once more at wings and instruments, punched the jet sequence.

The take-off pressed the Duke and Kynes deep into their seats, compressed the people in the rear. Kynes watched the way the Duke handled the control...ently, surely. The 'thopter was fully airborne now, and the Duke studied his instruments, glanced left and right at his wings.

"She's very heavy, Sire," Halleck said.

"Well within the tolerances of this ship," the Duke said. "You didn't really think I'd risk this cargo, did you, Gurney?"

Halleck grinned, said: "No...it of it, Sire."

The Duke banked his craft i...ong easy curv...limbing over the crawler.

Paul, crushed int...orner besid...indow, stared down at the silent machine on the sand. The wormsign had broken off about four hundred meters from the crawler. And now, there appeared to be turbulence in the sand around the factory.

"The worm is now beneath the crawler," Kynes said. "You are about to witnes...hing few have seen."

Flecks of dust shadowed the sand around the crawler now. The big machine began to tip down to the right...igantic sand whirlpool began forming there to the right of the crawler. It moved faster and faster. Sand and dust filled the air now for hundreds of meters around.

Then they saw it!

A wide hole emerged from the sand. Sunlight flashed from glistening white spokes within it. The hole's diameter was at least twice the length of the crawler, Paul estimated. He watched as the machine slid into that opening i...illow of dust and sand. The hole pulled back.

"Gods, wha...onster!" muttere...an beside Paul.

"Got all our floggin' spice!" growled another.

"Someone is going to pay for this," the Duke said. "I promise you that."

By the very flatness of his father's voice, Paul sensed the deep anger. He found that he shared it. This was criminal waste!

In the silence that followed, they heard Kynes.

"Bless the Maker and His water," Kynes murmured. "Bless the coming and going of Him. May His passage cleanse the world. May He keep the world for His people."

"What's that you're saying?" the Duke asked.

But Kynes remained silent.

Paul glanced at the men crowded around him. They were staring fearfully at the back of Kynes' head. One of them whispered: "Liet."

Kynes turned, scowling. The man sank back, abashed.

Another of the rescued men began coughin...ry and rasping. Presently, he gasped: "Curse this hell hole!"

The tall Dune man who had come last out of the crawler said; "Be you still, Coss. You but worsen your cough." He stirred among the men until he could look through them at the back of the Duke's head. "You be the Duke Leto...arrant," he said. "It's to you we give thanks for our lives. We were ready to end it there until you came along."

"Quiet, man, and let the Duke fly his ship," Halleck muttered.

Paul glanced at Halleck. He, too, had seen the tension wrinkles at the corner of his father's jaw. One walked softly when the Duke was i...age.

Leto began easing his 'thopter out of its great banking circle, stopped a...ew sign of movement on the sand. The worm had withdrawn into the depths and now, near where the crawler had been, two figures could be seen moving north away from the sand depression. They appeared to glide over the surface with hardl...ifting of dust to mark their passage.

"Who's that down there?" the Duke barked.

"Two Johnnies who came along for the ride, Soor," said the tall Dune man.

"Why wasn't something said about them?"

"It was the chance they took, Soor," the Dune man said.

"My Lord," said Kynes, "these men know it's of little use to do anything about men trapped on the desert in worm country."

"We'll sen...hip from base for them!" the Duke snapped.

"As you wish, my Lord," Kynes said. "But likely when the ship gets here there'll be no one to rescue."

"We'll sen...hip, anyway," the Duke said.

"They were right beside where the worm came up," Paul said. "How'd they escape?"

"The sides of the hole cave in and make the distances deceptive," Kynes said.

"You waste fuel here, Sire," Halleck ventured.

"Aye, Gurney."

The Duke brought his craft around toward the Shield Wall. His escort came down from circling stations, took up positions above and on both sides.

Paul thought about what the Dune man and Kynes had said. He sensed half-truths, outright lies. The men on the sand had glided across the surface so surely, moving i...ay obviously calculated to keep from luring the worm back out of its depths.

Fremen! Paul thought. Who else would be so sure on the sand? Who else might be left out of your worries a...atter of cours...ecause they are in no danger? They know how to live here! They know how to outwit the worm!

"What were Fremen doing on that crawler?" Paul asked.

Kynes whirled.

The tall Dune man turned wide eyes on Pau...lue within blue within blue. "Who be this lad?" he asked.

Halleck moved to place himself between the man and Paul, said: "This is Paul Atreides, the ducal heir."

"Why says he there were Fremen on our rumbler?" the man asked.

"They fit the description," Paul said.

Kynes snorted. "You can't tell Fremen just by looking at them!" He looked at the Dune man. "You. Who were those men?"

"Friends of one of the others," the Dune man said. "Just friends fro...illage who wanted to see the spice sands."

Kynes turned away. "Fremen!"

But he was remembering the words of the legend: "The Lisan al-Gaib shall see through all subterfuge ."

"They be dead now, most likely, young Soor," the Dune man said. "We should not speak unkindly on them."

But Paul heard the falsehood in their voices, felt the menace that had brought Halleck instinctively into guarding position.

Paul spoke dryly: "A terrible place for them to die."

Without turning, Kynes said; "When God hath ordaine...reature to die i...articular place. He causeth that creature's wants to direct him to that place."

Leto turne...ard stare at Kynes.

And Kynes, returning the stare, found himself troubled b...act he had observed here: This Duke was concerned more over the men that he was over the spice. He risked his own life and that of his son to save the men. He passed off the loss o...pice crawler wit...esture. The threat to men's lives had him i...age...eader such as that would command fanatic loyalty. He would be difficult to defeat .

Against his own will and all previous judgments, Kynes admitted to himself...ike this Duke .

Greatness i...ransitory experience. It is never consistent. It depends in part upon the myth-making imagination of humankind. The person who experiences greatness must hav...eeling for the myth he is in. He must reflect what is projected upon him. And he must hav...trong sense of the sardonic. This is what uncouples him from belief in his own pretensions. The sardonic is all that permits him to move within himself. Without this quality, even occasional greatness will destro...an.

- from "Collected Sayings of Muad'Dib" by the Princess Irulan

In the dining hall of the Arrakeen great house, suspensor lamps had been lighted against the early dark. They cast their yellow glows upward onto the black bull's head with its bloody horns, and onto the darkly glistening oil painting of the Old Duke.

Beneath these talismans, white linen shone around the burnished reflections of the Atreides silver, which had been placed in precise arrangements along the great tabl...ittle archipelagos of service waiting beside crystal glasses, each setting squared off befor...eavy wooden chair. The classic central chandelier remained unlighted, and its chain twisted upward into shadows where the mechanism of the poison-snooper had been concealed.

Pausing in the doorway to inspect the arrangements, the Duke thought about the poison-snooper and what it signified in his society.

All o...atter...e thought. You can plumb us by our languag...he precise and delicate delineations for ways to administer treacherous death. Will someone try chaumurky tonigh...oison in the drink? Or will it be chauma...oison in the food?

He shook his head.

Beside each plate on the long table stoo...lagon of water. There was enough water along the table, the Duke estimated, to kee...oor Arrakeen family for more tha...ear.

Flanking the doorway in which he stood were broad laving basins of ornate yellow and green tile. Each basin had its rack of towels. It was the custom, the housekeeper had explained, for guests as they entered to dip their hands ceremoniously int...asin, slop several cups of water onto the floor, dry their hands o...owel and fling the towel into the growing puddle at the door. After the dinner, beggars gathered outside to get the water squeezings from the towels.

How typical o...arkonnen fie...he Duke thought. Every degradation of the spirit that can be conceive...e too...eep breath, feeling rage tighten his stomach.

"The custom stops here!" he muttered.

He sa...erving woma...ne of the old and gnarled ones the housekeeper had recommende...overing at the doorway from the kitchen across from him. The Duke signaled with upraised hand. She moved out of the shadows, scurried around the table toward him, and he noted the leathery face, the blue-within-blue eyes.

"My Lord wishes?" She kept her head bowed, eyes shielded.

He gestured. "Have these basins and towels removed."

"Bu... . Noble Bor... ." She looked up, mouth gaping.

"I know the custom!" he barked. "Take these basins to the front door. While we're eating and until we've finished, each beggar who calls may hav...ull cup of water. Understood?"

Her leathery face displaye...wisting of emotions: dismay, ange... .

With sudden insight, Leto realized that she must have planned to sell the water squeezings from the foot-trampled towels, wringin...ew coppers from the wretches who came to the door. Perhaps that also wa...ustom.

His face clouded, and he growled: "I'm postin...uard to see that my orders are carried out to the letter."

He whirled, strode back down the passage to the Great Hall. Memories rolled in his mind like the toothless mutterings of old women. He remembered open water and wave...ays of grass instead of san...azed summers that had whipped past him like windstorm leaves.

All gone.

I'm getting ol...e thought. I've felt the cold hand of my mortality. And in what? An old woman's greed .

In the Great Hall, the Lady Jessica was the center o...ixed group standing in front of the fireplace. An open blaze crackled there, casting flickers of orange light onto jewels and laces and costly fabrics. He recognized in the grou...tillsuit manufacturer down from Carthag, an electronics equipment importer...ater-shipper whose summer mansion was near his polar-cap factory...epresentative of the Guild Bank (lean and remote, that one)...ealer in replacement parts for spice mining equipment...hin and hard-faced woman whose escort service for off-planet visitors reputedly operated as cover for various smuggling, spying, and blackmail operations.

Most of the women in the hall seemed cast fro...pecific typ...ecorative, precisely turned out, an odd mingling of untouchable sensuousness.

Even without her position as hostess, Jessica would have dominated the group, he thought. She wore no jewelry and had chosen warm color... long dress almost the shade of the open blaze, and an earth-brown band around her bronzed hair.

He realized she had done this to taunt him subtly...eproof against his recent pose of coldness. She was well aware that he liked her best in these shade...hat he saw her a...ustling of warm colors.

Nearby, more an outflanker tha...ember of the group, stood Duncan Idaho in glittering dress uniform, flat face unreadable, the curling black hair neatly combed. He had been summoned back from the Fremen and had his orders from Hawa... "Under pretext of guarding her, you will keep the Lady Jessica under constant surveillance ."

The Duke glanced around the room.

There was Paul in the corner surrounded b...awning group of the younger Arrakeen richece, and, aloof among them, three officers of the House Troop. The Duke took particular note of the young women. Wha...atc...ucal heir would make. But Paul was treating all equally with an air of reserved nobility.

He'll wear the title wel...he Duke thought, and realized wit...udden chill that this was another death thought.

Paul saw his father in the doorway, avoided his eyes. He looked around at the clusterings of guests, the jeweled hands clutching drinks (and the unobtrusive inspections with tiny remote-cast snoopers). Seeing all the chattering faces, Paul was suddenly repelled by them. They were cheap masks locked on festering thought...oices gabbling to drown out the loud silence in every breast.

I'm i...our moo...e thought, and wondered what Gurney would say to that.

He knew his mood's source. He hadn't wanted to attend this function, but his father had been firm. "You hav...lac... position to uphold. You're old enough to do this. You're almos...an."

Paul saw his father emerge from the doorway, inspect the room, then cross to the group around the Lady Jessica.

As Leto approached Jessica's group, the water-shipper was asking: "Is it true the Duke will put in weather control?"

From behind the man, the Duke said: "We haven't gone that far in our thinking, sir."

The man turned, exposin...land round face, darkly tanned. "Ah-h, the Duke," he said. "We missed you."

Leto glanced at Jessica. "A thing needed doing." He returned his attention to the water-shipper, explained what he had ordered for the laving basins, adding: "As far as I'm concerned, the old custom ends now."

"Is thi...ucal order, m'Lord?" the man asked.

"I leave that to your ow... . a... . conscience," the Duke said. He turned, noting Kynes come up to the group.

One of the women said: "I think it'...ery generous gestur...iving water to th..." Someone shushed her.

The Duke looked at Kynes, noting that the planetologist wore an old-style dark brown uniform with epaulets of the Imperial Civil Servant an...iny gold teardrop of rank at his collar.

The water-shipper asked in an angry voice: "Does the Duke imply criticism of our custom?"

"This custom has been changed," Leto said. He nodded to Kynes, marked the frown on Jessica's face, thought...rown does not become her, but it'll increase rumors of friction between us .

"With the Duke's permission," the water-shipper said, "I'd like to inquire further about customs."

Leto heard the sudden oily tone in the man's voice, noted the watchful silence in this group, the way heads were beginning to turn toward them around the room.

"Isn't it almost time for dinner?" Jessica asked.

"But our guest has some questions," Leto said. And he looked at the water-shipper, seein...ound-faced man with large eyes and thick lips, recalling Hawat's memorandum: "... and this water-shipper i...an to watc...ingar Bewt, remember the name. The Harkonnens used him but never fully controlled him ."

"Water customs are so interesting," Bewt said, and there wa...mile on his face. "I'm curious what you intend about the conservatory attached to this house. Do you intend to continue flaunting it in the people's face... . m'Lord?"

Leto held anger in check, staring at the man. Thoughts raced through his mind. It had taken bravery to challenge him in his own ducal castle, especially since they now had Bewt's signature ove...ontract of allegiance. The action had taken, also...nowledge of personal power. Water was, indeed, power here. If water facilities were mined, for instance, ready to be destroyed a...igna... . The man looked capable of suc...hing. Destruction of water facilities might well destroy Arrakis. That could well have been the club this Bewt held over the Harkonnens.

"My Lord, the Duke, an...ave other plans for our conservatory," Jessica said. She smiled at Leto. "We intend to keep it, certainly, but only to hold it in trust for the people of Arrakis. It is our dream that someday the climate of Arrakis may be changed sufficiently to grow such plants anywhere in the open."

Bless her! Leto thought. Let our water-shipper chew on that .

"Your interest in water and weather control is obvious," the Duke said. "I'd advise you to diversify your holdings. One day, water will not b...recious commodity on Arrakis."

And he thought: Hawat must redouble his efforts at infiltrating this Bewt's organization. And we must start on stand-by water facilities at once. No man is going to hol...lub over my head!

Bewt nodded, the smile still on his face. "A commendable dream, my Lord." He withdre...ace.

Leto's attention was caught by the expression on Kynes' face. The man was staring at Jessica. He appeared transfigure...ik...an in lov... . or caught i...eligious trance.

Kynes' thoughts were overwhelmed at last by the words of prophecy: "And they shall share your most precious drea..." He spoke directly to Jessica: "Do you bring the shortening of the way?"

"Ah, Dr. Kynes," the water-shipper said. "You've come in from tramping around with your mobs of Fremen. How gracious of you."

Kynes passed an unreadable glance across Bewt, said: "It is said in the desert that possession of water in great amount can inflic...an with fatal carelessness."

"They have many strange sayings in the desert," Bewt said, but his voice betrayed uneasiness.

Jessica crossed to Leto, slipped her hand under his arm to gai...oment in which to calm herself. Kynes had said: " QQQ... . the shortening of the way." In the old tongue, the phrase translated as "Kwisatz Haderach." The planetologist's odd question seemed to have gone unnoticed by the others, and now Kynes was bending over one of the consort women, listening t...ow-voiced coquetry.

Kwisatz Haderac...essica thought. Did our Missionaria Protectiva plant that legend here, too? The thought fanned her secret hope for Paul. He could be the Kwisatz Haderach. He could be .

The Guild Bank representative had fallen into conversation with the water-shipper, and Bewt's voice lifted above the renewed hum of conversations: "Many people have sought to change Arrakis."

The Duke saw how the words seemed to pierce Kynes, jerking the planetologist upright and away from the flirting woman.

Into the sudden silence...ouse trooper in uniform o...ootman cleared his throat behind Leto, said: "Dinner is served, my Lord."

The Duke directe...uestioning glance down at Jessica.

"The custom here is for host and hostess to follow their guests to table," She said, and smiled; "Shall we change that one, too, my Lord?"

He spoke coldly: "That seem...oodly custom. We shall let it stand for now."

The illusion tha...uspect her of treachery must be maintaine...e thought. He glanced at the guests filing past them. Who among you believes this lie?

Jessica, sensing his remoteness, wondered at it as she had done frequently the past week. He acts lik...an struggling with himself, she thought. Is it becaus...oved so swiftly setting up this dinner party? Yet, he knows how important it is that we begin to mix our officers and men with the locals o...ocial plane. We are father and mother surrogate to them all. Nothing impresses that fact more firmly than this sort of social sharing .

Leto, watching the guests file past, recalled what Thufir Hawat had said when informed of the affair: "Sire...orbid it! "

A grim smile touched the Duke's mouth. Wha...cene that had been. And when the Duke had remained adamant about attending the dinner, Hawat had shaken his head. "I have bad feelings about this, my Lord," he'd said. "Things move too swiftly on Arrakis. That's not like the Harkonnens. Not like them at all."

Paul passed his father escortin...oung woman hal...ead taller than himself. He sho...our glance at his father, nodded at something the young woman said.

"Her father manufactures stillsuits," Jessica said. "I'm told that onl...ool would be caught in the deep desert wearing one of the man's suits."

"Who's the man with the scarred face ahead of Paul?" the Duke asked. "I don't place him."

"A late addition to the list," she whispered. "Gurney arranged the invitation. Smuggler."

"Gurney arranged?"

"At my request. It was cleared with Hawat, althoug...hought Hawat wa...ittle stiff about it. The smuggler's called Tuek, Esmar Tuek. He'...ower among his kind. They all know him here. He's dined at many of the houses."

"Why is he here?"

"Everyone here will ask that question," she said. "Tuek will sow doubt and suspicion just by his presence. He'll also serve notice that you're prepared to back up your orders against graf...y enforcement from the smugglers' end as well. This was the point Hawat appeared to like."

"I'm not sur...ike it." He nodded t...assing couple, saw onl...ew of their guests remained to precede them. "Why didn't you invite some Fremen?"

"There's Kynes," she said.

"Yes, there's Kynes," he said. "Have you arranged any other little surprises for me?" He led her into step behind the procession.

"All else is most conventional," she said.

And she thought: My darling, can't you see that this smuggler controls fast ships, that he can be bribed? We must hav...ay out...oor of escape from Arrakis if all else fails us here .

As they emerged into the dining hall, she disengaged her arm, allowed Leto to seat her. He strode to his end of the table...ootman held his chair for him. The others settled wit...wishing of fabrics...craping of chairs, but the Duke remained standing. He gav...and signal, and the house troopers in footman uniform around the table stepped back, standing at attention.

Uneasy silence settled over the room.

Jessica, looking down the length of the table, sa...aint trembling at the corners of Leto's mouth, noted the dark flush of anger on his cheeks. What has angered him? she asked herself. Surely not my invitation to the smuggler .

"Some question my changing of the laving basin custom," Leto said. "This is my way of telling you that many things will change."

Embarrassed silence settled over the table.

They think him drun...essica thought.

Leto lifted his water flagon, held it aloft where the suspensor, lights shot beams of reflection off it. "A...hevalier of the Imperium, then," he said, "I give yo...oast."

The others grasped their flagons, all eyes focused on the Duke. In the sudden stillness...uspensor light drifted slightly in an errant breeze from the serving kitchen hallway. Shadows played across the Duke's hawk features.

"Her...m and her...emain!" he barked.

There was an abortive movement of flagons toward mouth...topped as the Duke remained with arm upraised. "My toast is one of those maxims so dear to our hearts: 'Business makes progress! Fortune passes everywhere!' "

He sipped his water.

The others joined him. Questioning glances passed among them.

"Gurney!" the Duke called.

From an alcove at Leto's end of the room came Halleck's voice. "Here, my Lord."

"Give u...une, Gurney."

A minor chord from the baliset floated out of the alcove. Servants began putting plates of food on the table at the Duke's gesture releasing the...oast desert hare in sauce cepeda, aplomage sirian, chukka under glass, coffee with melange (a rich cinnamon odor from the spice wafted across the table)...rue pot-a-oie served with sparkling Caladan wine.

Still, the Duke remained standing.

As the guests waited, their attention torn between the dishes placed before them and the standing Duke, Leto said: "In olden times, it was the duty of the host to entertain his guests with his own talents." His knuckles turned white, so fiercely did he grip his water flagon. "I cannot sing, bu...ive you the words of Gurney's song. Consider it another toas... toast to all who've died bringing us to this station."

An uncomfortable stirring sounded around the table.

Jessica lowered her gaze, glanced at the people seated nearest he...here was the round-faced water-shipper and his woman, the pale and austere Guild Bank representative (he seeme...histle-faced scarecrow with his eyes fixed on Leto), the rugged and scar-faced Tuek, his blue-within-blue eyes downcast.

"Review, friend...roops long past review," the Duke intoned. "All to fat...eight of pains and dollars. Their spirits wear our silver collars. Review, friend...roops long past review: Eac...ot of time without pretense or guile. With them passes the lure of fortune. Review, friend...roops long past review. When our time ends on its rictus smile, we'll pass the lure of fortune."

The Duke allowed his voice to trail off on the last line, too...eep drink from his water flagon, slammed it back onto the table. Water slopped over the brim onto the linen.

The others drank in embarrassed silence.

Again, the Duke lifted his water flagon, and this time emptied its remaining half onto the floor, knowing that the others around the table must do the same.

Jessica was first to follow his example.

There wa...rozen moment before the others began emptying their flagons. Jessica saw how Paul, seated near his father, was studying the reactions around him. She found herself also fascinated by what her guests' actions reveale...specially among the women. This was clean, potable water, not something already cast away i...opping towel. Reluctance to just discard it exposed itself in trembling hands, delayed reactions' nervous laughte... . and violent obedience to the necessity. One woman dropped her flagon, looked the other way as her male companion recovered it.

Kynes, though, caught her attention most sharply. The planetotogist hesitated, then emptied his flagon int...ontainer beneath his jacket. He smiled at Jessica as he caught her watching him, raised the empty flagon to her i...ilent toast. He appeared completely unembarrassed by his action.

Halleck's music still wafted over the room, but it had come out of its minor key, lilting and lively now as though he were trying to lift the mood.

"Let the dinner commence," the Duke said, and sank into his chair.

He's angry and uncertai...essica thought. The loss of that factory crawler hit him more deeply than it should have. It must be something more than that loss. He acts lik...esperate ma...he lifted her fork, hoping in the motion to hide her own sudden bitterness. Why not? He is desperate .

Slowly at first, then with increasing animation, the dinner got under way. The stillsuit manufacturer complimented Jessica on her chef and wine.

"We brought both from Caladan," she said.

"Superb!" he said, tasting the chukka. "Simply superb! And no...int of melange in it. One gets so tired of the spice in everything."

The Guild Bank representative looked across at Kynes. "I understand, Doctor Kynes, that another factory crawler has been lost t...orm."

"News' travels fast," the Duke said.

"Then it's true?" the banker asked, shifting his attention to Leto.

......QQ "Of course, it's true!" the Duke snapped. "The blasted carry-all disappeared. It shouldn't be possible for anything that big to disappear!"

"When the worm came, there was nothing to recover the crawler," Kynes said.

"It should not be possible!" the Duke repeated.

"No one saw the carryall leave?" the banker asked.

"Spotters customarily keep their eyes on the sand," Kynes said. "They're primarily interested in wormsign...arryall's complement usually is four me...wo pilots and two journeymen attachers. If on...r even two of this crew were in the pay of the Duke's foe.."

"Ah-h-h...ee," the banker said. "And you, as Judge of the Change, do you challenge this?"

"I shall have to consider my position carefully," Kynes said, "an...ertainly will not discuss it at table." And he thought: That pale skeleton o...an! He knows this is the kind of infractio...as instructed to ignore .

The banker smiled, returned his attention to his food.

Jessica sat rememberin...ecture from her Bene Gesserit school days. The subject had been espionage and counter-espionage...lump, happy-faced Reverend Mother had been the lecturer, her jolly voice contrasting weirdly with the subject matter.

A thing to note about any espionage and/or counter-espionage school is the similar basic reaction pattern of all its graduates. Any enclosed discipline sets its stamp, its pattern, upon its students. That pattern is susceptible to analysis and prediction.

"Now, motivational patterns are going to be similar among all espionage agents. That is to say: there will be certain types of motivation that are similar despite differing schools or opposed aims. You will study first how to separate this element for your analysi...n the beginning, through interrogation patterns that betray the inner orientation of the interrogators; secondly, by close observation of language-thought orientation of those under analysis. You will find it fairly simple to determine the root languages of your subjects, of course, both through voice inflection and speech pattern ."

Now, sitting at table with her son and her Duke and their guests, hearing that Guild Bank representative, Jessica fel...hill of realization: the man wa...arkonnen agent. He had the Giedi Prime speech patter...ubtly masked, but exposed to her trained awareness as though he had announced himself.

Does this mean the Guild itself has taken sides against House Atreides? she asked herself. The thought shocked her, and she masked her emotion by calling fo...ew dish, all the while listening for the man to betray his purpose. He will shift the conversation next to something seemingly innocent, but with ominous overtone...he told herself. It's his pattern .

The banker swallowed, too...ip of wine, smiled at something said to him by the woman on his right. He seemed to listen fo...oment t...an down the table who was explaining to the Duke that native Arrakeen plants had no thorns.

"I enjoy watching the flights of birds on Arrakis," the banker said, directing his words at Jessica. "All of our birds, of course, are carrion-eaters, and many exist without water, having become blood-drinkers."

The stillsuit manufacturer's daughter, seated between Paul and his father at the other end of the table, twisted her pretty face int...rown, said: "Oh, Soo-Soo, you say the most disgusting things."

The banker smiled. "They call me Soo-Soo because I'm financial adviser to the Water Peddlers Union." And, as Jessica continued to look at him without comment, he added: "Because of the water-sellers' cr...#039;Soo-Soo Sook!' " And he imitated the call with such accuracy that many around the table laughed.

Jessica heard the boastful tone of voice, but noted most that the young woman had spoken on cu... set piece. She had produced the excuse for the banker to say what he had said. She glanced at Lingar Bewt. The water magnate was scowling, concentrating on his dinner. It came to Jessica that the banker had said: "I, too, control that ultimate source of power on Arraki...ater ."

Paul had marked the falseness in his dinner companion's voice, saw that his mother was following the conversation with Bene Gesserit intensity. On impulse, he decided to play the foil, draw the exchange out. He addressed himself to the banker.

"Do you mean, sir, that these birds are cannibals?"

"That's an odd question, young Master," the banker said. "I merely said the birds drink blood. It doesn't have to be the blood of their own kind, does it?"

"It was not an odd question," Paul said, and Jessica noted the brittle riposte quality of her training exposed in his voice. "Most educated people know that the worst potential competition for any young organism can come from its own kind." He deliberately forke...ite of food from his companion's plate, ate it. "They are eating from the same bowl. They have the same basic requirements."

The banker stiffened, scowled at the Duke.

"Do not make the error of considering my so...hild," the Duke said. And he smiled.

Jessica glanced around the table, noted that Bewt had brightened, that both Kynes and the smuggler, Tuek, were grinning.

"It'...ule of ecology," Kynes said, "that the young Master appears to understand quite well. The struggle between life elements is the struggle for the free energy o...ystem. Blood's an efficient energy source."

The banker put down his fork, spoke in an angry voice: "It's said that the Fremen scum drink the blood of their dead."

Kynes shook his head, spoke i...ecturing tone: "Not the blood, sir. But all o...an's water, ultimately, belongs to his peopl...o his tribe. It'...ecessity when you live near the Great Flat. All water's precious there, and the human body is composed of some seventy per cent water by weight...ead man, surely, no longer requires that water."

The banker put both hands against the table beside his plate, and Jessica thought he was going to push himself back, leave i...age.

Kynes looked at Jessica. "Forgive me, my Lady, for elaborating on such an ugly subject at table, but you were being told falsehood and it needed clarifying."

"You've associated so long with Fremen that you've lost all sensibilities," the banker rasped.

Kynes looked at him calmly, studied the pale, trembling face. "Are you challenging me, sir?"

The banker froze. He swallowed, spoke stiffly: "Of course not. I'd not so insult our host and hostess."

Jessica heard the fear in the man's voice, saw it in his face, in his breathing, in the pulse o...ein at his temple. The man was terrified of Kynes!

"Our host and hostess are quite capable of deciding for themselves when they've been insulted," Kynes said. "They're brave people who understand defense of honor. We all may attest to their courage by the fact that they are her... . no... . on Arrakis."

Jessica saw that Leto was enjoying this. Most of the others were not. People all around the table sat poised for flight, hands out of sight under the table. Two notable exceptions were Bewt, who was openly smiling at the banker's discomfiture, and the smuggler, Tuek, who appeared to be watching Kynes fo...ue. Jessica saw that Paul was looking at Kynes in admiration.

"Well?" Kynes said.

"I meant no offense," the banker muttered. "If offense was taken, please accept my apologies."

"Freely given, freely accepted," Kynes said. He smiled at Jessica, resumed eating as though nothing had happened.

Jessica saw that the smuggler, too, had relaxed. She marked this: the man had shown every aspect of an aide ready to leap to Kynes' assistance. There existed an accord of some sort between Kynes and Tuek.

Leto toyed wit...ork, looked speculatively at Kynes. The Geologist's manner indicate...hange in attitude toward the House of Atreides. Kynes had seemed colder on their trip over the desert.

Jessica signaled for another course of food and drink. Servants appeared with langues de lapins de garenne  - red wine an...auce of mushroom-yeast on the side.

Slowly, the dinner conversation resumed, but Jessica heard the agitation in it, the brittle quality, saw that the banker ate in sullen silence. Kynes would have killed him without hesitatin...he thought. And she realized that there was an offhand attitude toward killing in Kynes' manner. He wa...asual killer, and she guessed that this wa...remen quality.

Jessica turned to the stillsuit manufacturer on her left, said: "I find myself continually amazed by the importance of water on Arrakis."

"Very important," he agreed. "What is this dish? It's delicious."

"Tongues of wild rabbit i...pecial sauce," she said. "A very old recipe."

"I must have that recipe," the man said.

She nodded. "I'll see that you get it."

Kynes looked at Jessica, said: "The newcomer to Arrakis frequently underestimates the importance of water here. You are dealing, you see, with the Law of the Minimum."

She heard the testing quality in his voice, said, "Growth is limited by that necessity which is present in the least amount. And, naturally, the least favorable condition controls the growth rate."

"It's rare to find members o...reat House aware of planetological problems," Kynes said. "Water is the least favorable condition for life on Arrakis. And remember that growth itself can produce unfavorable conditions unless treated with extreme care."

Jessica sense...idden message in Kynes' words, but knew she was missing it. "Growth," she said. "Do you mean Arrakis can have an orderly cycle of water to sustain human life under more favorable conditions?"

"Impossible!" the water magnate barked.

Jessica turned her attention to Bewt. "Impossible?"

"Impossible on Arrakis," he said. "Don't listen to this dreamer. All the laboratory evidence is against him."

Kynes looked at Bewt, and Jessica noted that the other conversations around the table had stopped while people concentrated on this new interchange.

"Laboratory evidence tends to blind us t...ery simple fact," Kynes said. "That fact is this: we are dealing here with matters that originated and exist out-of-doors where plants and animals carry on their normal existence."

"Normal!" Bewt snorted. "Nothing about Arrakis is normal!"

"Quite the contrary," Kynes said. "Certain harmonies could be set up here along self-sustaining lines. You merely have to understand the limits of the planet and the pressures upon it."

"It'll never be done," Bewt said.

The Duke came t...udden realization, placing the point where Kynes' attitude had change...t had been when Jessica had spoken of holding the conservatory plants in trust for Arrakis.

"What would it take to set up the self-sustaining system, Doctor Kynes?" Leto asked.

"If we can get three per cent of the green plant element on Arrakis involved in forming carbon compounds as foodstuffs, we've started the cyclic system," Kynes said.

"Water's the only problem?" the Duke asked. He sensed Kynes' excitement, felt himself caught up in it.

"Water overshadows the other problems," Kynes said. "This planet has much oxygen without its usual concomitant...idespread plant life and large sources of free carbon dioxide from such phenomena as volcanoes. There are unusual chemical interchanges over large surface areas here."

"Do you have pilot projects?" the Duke asked.

"We've ha...ong time in which to build up the Tansley Effec...mall-unit experiments on an amateur basis from which my science may now draw its working facts." Kynes said.

"There isn't enough water," Bewt said. "There just isn't enough water."

"Master Bewt is an expert on water," Kynes said. He smiled, turned back to his dinner.

The Duke gestured sharply down with his right hand, barked: "No...ant an answer! Is there enough water, Doctor Kynes?"

Kynes stared at his plate.

Jessica watched the play of emotion on his face. He masks himself wel...he thought, but she had him registered now and read that he regretted his words.

"Is there enough water?" the Duke demanded.

"Ther... . maybe," Kynes said.

He's faking uncertainty! Jessica thought.

With his deeper truthsense, Paul caught the underlying motive, had to use every ounce of his training to mask his excitement. There is enough water! But Kynes doesn't wish it to be known .

"Our planetologist has many interesting dreams," Bewt said. "He dreams with the Freme...f prophecies and messiahs."

Chuckles sounded at odd places around the table. Jessica marked the...he smuggler, the stillsuit manufacturer's daughter, Duncan Idaho, the woman with the mysterious escort service.

Tensions are oddly distributed here tonigh...essica thought. There's too much going on of which I'm not aware. I'll have to develop new information sources .

The Duke passed his gaze from Kynes to Bewt to Jessica. He felt oddly let down, as though something vital had passed him here. "May be," he muttered.

Kynes spoke quickly: "Perhaps we should discuss this another time, my Lord. There are so man.."

The planetologist broke off as an uniformed Atreides trooper hurried in through the service door, was passed by the guard and rushed to the Duke's side. The man bent, whispering into Leto's ear.

Jessica recognized the capsign of Hawat's corps, fought down uneasiness. She addressed herself to the stillsuit manufacturer's feminine companio... tiny, dark-haired woman wit...oll face...ouch of epicanthic fold to the eyes.

"You've hardly touched your dinner, my dear," Jessica said. "Ma...rder you something?"

The woman looked at the stillsuit manufacturer before answering, then: "I'm not very hungry."

Abruptly, the Duke stood up beside his trooper, spoke i...arsh tone of command: "Stay seated, everyone. You will have to forgive me, bu...atter has arisen that requires my personal attention." He stepped aside. "Paul, take over as host for me, if you please."

Paul stood, wanting to ask why his father had to leave, knowing he had to play this with the grand manner. He moved around to his father's chair, sat down in it.

The Duke turned to the alcove where Halleck sat, said: "Gurney, please take Paul's place at table. We mustn't have an odd number here. When the dinner's over...ay want you to bring Paul to the field C.P. Wait for my call."

Halleck emerged from the alcove in dress uniform, his lumpy ugliness seeming out of place in the glittering finery. He leaned his baliset against the wall, crossed to the chair Paul had occupied, sat down.

"There's no need for alarm," the Duke said, "bu...ust ask that no one leave until our house guard says it's safe. You will be perfectly secure as long as you remain here, and we'll have this little trouble cleared up very shortly."

Paul caught the code words in his father's messag...uard-safe-secure-shortl...he problem was security, not violence. He saw that his mother had read the same message. They both relaxed.

The Duke gav...hort nod, wheeled and strode through the service door followed by his trooper.

Paul said: "Please go on with your dinner...elieve Doctor Kynes was discussing water."

"May we discuss it another time?" Kynes asked.

"By all means," Paul said.

And Jessica noted with pride her son's dignity, the mature sense of assurance.

The banker picked up his water flagon, gestured with it at Bewt. "None of us here can surpass Master Lingar Bewt in flowery phrases. One might almost assume he aspired to Great House status. Come, Master Bewt, lead us i...oast. Perhaps you'v...ollop of wisdom for the boy who must be treated lik...an."

Jessica clenched her right hand int...ist beneath the table. She sa...andsignal pass from Halleck to Idah...aw the house troopers along the walls move into positions of maximum guard.

Bewt cas...enomous glare at the banker.

Paul glanced at Halleck, took in the defensive positions of his guards, looked at the banker until the man lowered the water flagon. He said: "Once, on Caladan...aw the body o...rowned fisherman recovered. H.."

"Drowned?" It was the stillsuit manufacturer's daughter.

Paul hesitated, then: "Yes. Immersed in water until dead. Drowned."

"What an interesting way to die," she murmured.

Paul's smile became brittle. He returned his attention to the banker. "The interesting thing about this man was the wounds on his shoulder...ade by another fisherman's claw-boots. This fisherman was one of several i...oa... craft for traveling on wate...hat foundere... . sank beneath the water. Another fisherman helping recover the body said he'd seen marks like this man's wounds several times. They meant another drowning fisherman had tried to stand on this poor fellow's shoulders in the attempt to reach up to the surfac...o reach air."

"Why is this interesting?" the banker asked.

"Because of an observation made by my father at the time. He said the drowning man who climbs on your shoulders to save himself is understandabl...xcept when you see it happen in the drawing room." Paul hesitated just long enough for the banker to see the point coming, then: "And...hould add, except when you see it at the dinner table."

A sudden stillness enfolded the room.

That was ras...essica thought. This banker might have enough rank to call my son ou...he saw that Idaho was poised for instant action. The House troopers were alert. Gurney Halleck had his eyes on the men opposite him.

"Ho-ho-ho-o-o-o!" It was the smuggler, Tuek, head thrown back laughing with complete abandon.

Nervous smiles appeared around the table.

Bewt was grinning.

The banker had pushed his chair back, was glaring at Paul.

Kynes said: "One baits an Atreides at his own risk."

"Is it Atreides custom to insult their guests?" the banker demanded.

Before Paul could answer, Jessica leaned forward, said: "Sir!" And she thought: We must learn this Harkonnen creature's game. Is he here to try for Paul? Does he have help?

"My son display...eneral garment and you claim it's cut to your fit?" Jessica asked. "Wha...ascinating revelation." She sli...and down to her leg to the crysknife she had fastened i...alf-sheath.

The banker turned his glare on Jessica. Eyes shifted away from Paul and she saw him ease himself back from the table, freeing himself for action. He had focused on the code word: garment. "Prepare for violenc.."

Kynes directe...peculative look at Jessica, gav...ubtle hand signal to Tuek.

The smuggler lurched to his feet, lifted his flagon. "I'll give yo...oast," he said. "To young Paul Atreides, stil...ad by his looks, bu...an by his actions."

Why do they intrude? Jessica asked herself.

The banker stared now at Kynes, and Jessica saw terror return to the agent's face.

People began responding all around the table.

Where Kynes leads, people follo...essica thought. He has told us he sides with Paul. What's the secret of his power? It can't be because he's Judge of the Change. That's temporary. And certainly not because he'...ivil servant .

She removed her hand from the crysknife hilt, lifted her flagon to Kynes, who responded in kind.

Only Paul and the banke...Soo-Soo! What an idiotic nickname! Jessica thought....emained empty-handed. The banker's attention stayed fixed on Kynes. Paul stared at his plate.

I was handling it correctl...aul thought. Why do they interfere? He glanced covertly at the male guests nearest him. Prepare for violence? From whom? Certainly not from that banker fellow.

Halleck stirred, spoke as though to no one in particular, directing his words over the heads of the guests across from him: "In our society, people shouldn't be quick to take offense. It's frequently suicidal." He looked at the stillsuit manufacturer's daughter beside him. "Don't you think so, miss?"

"Oh, yes. Yes. Indee...o," She said. "There's too much violence. It makes me sick. And lots of times no offense is meant, but people die anyway. It doesn't make sense."

"Indeed it doesn't," Halleck said.

Jessica saw the near perfection of the girl's act, realized: That empty-headed little female is not an empty-headed little femal...he saw then the pattern of the threat and understood that Halleck, too, had detected it. They had planned to lure Paul with sex. Jessica relaxed. Her son had probably been the first to see i...is training hadn't overlooked that obvious gambit.

Kynes spoke to the banker: "Isn't another apology in order?"

The banker turne...ickly grin toward Jessica, said: "My Lady...ear I've overindulged in your wines. You serve potent drink at table, and I'm not accustomed to it."

Jessica heard the venom beneath his tone, spoke sweetly: "When strangers meet, great allowance should be made for differences of custom and training."

"Thank you, my Lady," he said.

The dark-haired companion of the stillsuit manufacturer leaned toward Jessica, said: "The Duke spoke of our being secure here...o hope that doesn't mean more fighting."

She was directed to lead the conversation this wa...essica thought.

"Likely this will prove unimportant," Jessica said. "But there's so much detail requiring the Duke's personal attention in these times. As long as enmity continues between Atreides and Harkonnen we cannot be too careful. The Duke has sworn kanly. He will leave no Harkonnen agent alive on Arrakis, of course." She glanced at the Guild Bank agent. "And the Conventions, naturally, support him in this." She shifted her attention to Kynes. "Is this not so, Dr. Kynes?"

"Indeed it is," Kynes said.

The stillsuit manufacturer pulled his companion gently back. She looked at him, said: "I do believe I'll eat something now. I'd like some of that bird dish you served earlier."

Jessica signale...ervant, turned to the banker: "And you, sir, were speaking of birds earlier and of their habits...ind so many interesting things about Arrakis. Tell me, where is the spice found? Do the hunters go deep into the desert?"

"Oh, no, my Lady," he said. "Very little's known of the deep desert. And almost nothing of the southern regions."

"There'...ale tha...reat Mother Lode of spice is to be found in the southern reaches," Kynes said, "bu...uspect it was an imaginative invention made solely for purposes o...ong. Some daring spice hunters do, on occasion, penetrate into the edge of the central belt, but that's extremely dangerou...avigation is uncertain, storms are frequent. Casualties increase dramatically the farther you operate from Shield Wall bases. It hasn't been found profitable to venture too far south. Perhaps if we ha...eather satellit... ."

Bewt looked up, spoke aroun...outhful of food: "It's said the Fremen travel there, that they go anywhere and have hunted out soaks and sip-wells even in the southern latitudes."

"Soaks and sip-wells?" Jessica asked.

Kynes spoke quickly: "Wild rumors, my Lady. These are known on other planets, not on Arrakis...oak i...lace where water seeps to the surface or near enough to the surface to be found by digging according to certain signs...ip-well i...orm of soak wher...erson draws water throug...tra... . so it is said."

There's deception in his word...essica thought.

Why is he lying? Paul wondered.

"How very interesting," Jessica said. And she thought. "It is sai... ." Wha...urious speech mannerism they have here. If they only knew what it reveals about their dependence on superstitions .

"I've heard you hav...aying," Paul said, "that polish comes from the cities, wisdom from the desert."

"There are many sayings on Arrakis," Kynes said.

Before Jessica could fram...ew question...ervant bent over her wit...ote. She opened it, saw the Duke's handwriting and code signs, scanned it.

"You'll all be delighted to know," she said, "that our Duke sends his reassurances. The matter which called him away has been settled. The missing carryall has been found...arkonnen agent in the crew overpowered the others and flew the machine t...mugglers' base, hoping to sell it there. Both man and machine were turned over to our forces." She nodded to Tuek.

The smuggler nodded back.

Jessica refolded the note, tucked it into her sleeve.

"I'm glad it didn't come to open battle," the banker said. "The people have such hopes the Atreides will bring peace and prosperity."

"Especially prosperity," Bewt said.

"Shall we have our dessert now?" Jessica asked. "I've had our chef prepar...aladan sweet: pongi rice in sauce dolsa."

"It sounds wonderful," the stillsuit manufacturer said. "Would it be possible to get the recipe?"

"Any recipe you desire," Jessica said, registering the man for later mention to Hawat. The stillsuit manufacturer wa...earful little climber and could be bought.

Small talk resumed around her: "Suc...ovely fabri... ." "He is havin...etting made to match the jewe... ." "We might try fo...roduction increase next quarte... ."

Jessica stared down at her plate, thinking of the coded part of Leto's message: "The Harkonnens tried to get i...hipment of lasguns. We captured them. This may mean they've succeeded with other shipments. It certainly means they don't place much store in shields. Take appropriate precautions ."

Jessica focused her mind on lasguns, wondering. The white-hot beams of disruptive light could cut through any known substance, provided that substance was not shielded. The fact that feedback fro...hield would explode both lasgun and shield did not bother the Harkonnens. Why...asgun-shield explosion wa...angerous variable, could be more powerful than atomics, could kill only the gunner and his shielded target.

The unknowns here filled her with uneasiness.

Paul said: "I never doubted we'd find the carryall. Once my father moves to solv...roblem, he solves it. This i...act the Harkonnens are beginning to discover."

He's boastin...essica thought. He shouldn't boast. No person who'll be sleeping far below ground level this night a...recaution against lasguns has the right to boast .

"There is no escap...e pay for the violence of our ancestors. "

- from "The Collected Sayings of Muad'Dib" by the Princess Irulan

Jessica heard the disturbance in the great hall, turned on the light beside her bed. The clock there had not been properly adjusted to local time, and she had to subtract twenty-one minutes to determine that it was abou....M.

The disturbance was loud and incoherent.

Is this the Harkonnen attack? she wondered.

She slipped out of bed, checked the screen monitors to see where her family was. The screen showed Paul asleep in the deep cellar room they'd hastily converted t...edroom for him. The noise obviously wasn't penetrating to his quarters. There was no one in the Duke's room, his bed was unrumpled. Was he still at the field C.P.?

There were no screens yet to the front of the house.

Jessica stood in the middle of her room, listening.

There was one shouting, incoherent voice. She heard someone call for Dr. Yueh. Jessica foun...obe, pulled it over her shoulders, pushed her feet into slippers, strapped the crysknife to her leg.

Again...oice called out for Yueh.

Jessica belted the robe around her, stepped into the hallway. Then the thought struck her: What if Leto's hurt?

The hall seemed to stretch out forever under her running feet. She turned through the arch at the end, dashed past the dining hall and down the passage to the Great Hall, finding the place brightly lighted, all the wall suspensors glowing at maximum.

To her right near the front entry, she saw two house guards holding Duncan Idaho between them. His head lolled forward, and there was an abrupt, panting silence to the scene.

One of the house guards spoke accusingly to Idah... "You see what you did? You woke the Lady Jessica."

The great draperies billowed behind the men, showing that the front door remained open. There was no sign of the Duke or Yueh. Mapes stood to one side staring coldly at Idah...he wor...ong brown robe with serpentine design at the hem. Her feet were pushed into unlaced desert boots.

"S...oke the Lady Jessica," Idaho muttered. He lifted his face toward the ceiling, bellowed: "My sword was firs' blooded on Grumman!"

Great Mother! He's drunk! Jessica thought.

Idaho 's dark, round face was drawn int...rown. His hair, curling like the fur o...lack goat, was plastered with dirt...agged rent in his tunic exposed an expanse of the dress shirt he had worn at the dinner party earlier.

Jessica crossed to him.

One of the guards nodded to her without releasing his hold on Idah... "We didn't know what to do with him, my Lady. He was creatin...isturbance out front, refusing to come inside. We were afraid locals might come along and see him. That wouldn't do at all. Give u...ad name here."

"Where has he been?" Jessica asked.

"He escorted one of the young ladies home from the dinner, my Lady. Hawat's orders."

"Which young lady?"

"One of the escort wenches. You understand, my Lady?" He glanced at Mapes, lowered his voice. "They're always calling on Idaho for special surveillance of the ladies."

And Jessica thought: So they are. But why is he drunk?

She frowned, turned to Mapes. "Mapes, brin...timulant. I'd suggest caffeine. Perhaps there's some of the spice coffee left."

Mapes shrugged, headed for the kitchen. Her unlaced desert boots slap-slapped against the stone floor.

Idaho swung his unsteady head around to peer at an angle toward Jessica. "Killed more'n three hunner' men f'r the Duke," he muttered. "Whadduh wanna know is why'm mere? Can't live unner th' groun' here. Can't live onna groun' here. Wha' kinna place is 'iss, huh?"

A sound from the side hall entry caught Jessica's attention. She turned, saw Yueh crossing to them, his medical kit swinging in his left hand. He was fully dressed, looked pale, exhausted. The diamond tattoo stood out sharply on his forehead.

"Th' good docker!" Idaho shouted. "Whad're you, Doc? Splint 'n' pill man?" He turned blearily toward Jessica. "Makin' uh damn fool uh m'self, huh?"

Jessica frowned, remained silent, wondering: Why would Idaho get drunk? Was he drugged?

"Too much spice beer," Idaho said, attempting to straighten.

Mapes returned wit...teaming cup in her hands, stopped uncertainly behind Yueh. She looked at Jessica, who shook her head.

Yueh put his kit on the floor, nodded greeting to Jessica, said: "Spice beer, eh?"

"Bes' damn stuff ever tas'ed," Idaho said. He tried to pull himself to attention. "My sword was firs' blooded on Grumman! Kille...arko... . Harko... . killed 'im f'r th' Duke."

Yueh turned, looked at the cup in Mapes' hand.

"What is that?"

"Caffeine," Jessica said.

Yueh took the cup, held it toward Idah... "Drink this, lad."

"Don't wan' any mor...rink."

"Drink it...ay!"

Idaho 's head wobbled toward Yueh, and he stumbled one step ahead, dragging the guards with him. "I'm almighdy fed up with pleasin' th' 'Mperial Universe, Doc. Jus' once, we're gonna do th' thing my way."

"After you drink this," Yueh said. "It's just caffeine."

" 'Sprolly like all res' uh this place! Damn' sun 'stoo brighd. Nothin' has uh righd color. Ever'thing's wrong o... . "

"Well, it's nighttime now," Yueh said. He spoke reasonably. "Drink this lik...ood lad. It'll make you feel better."

"Don' wanna feel bedder!"

"We can't argue with him all night," Jessica said. And she thought: This calls for shock treatment .

"There's no reason for you to stay, my Lady," Yueh said. "I can take care of this."

Jessica shook her head. She stepped forward, slapped Idaho sharply across the cheek.

He stumbled back with his guards, glaring at her.

"This is no way to act in your Duke's home," she said. She snatched the cup from Yueh's hands, spilling part of it, thrust the cup toward Idah... "Now drink this! That's an order!"

Idaho jerked himself upright, scowling down at her. He spoke slowly, with careful and precise enunciation: "I do not take orders fro...amn' Harkonnen spy."

Yueh stiffened, whirled to face Jessica.

Her face had gone pale, but she was nodding. It all became clear to he...he broken stems of meaning she had seen in words and actions around her these past few days could now be translated. She found herself in the grip of anger almost too great to contain. It took the most profound of her Bene Gesserit training to quiet her pulse and smooth her breathing. Even then she could feel the blaze flickering.

They were always calling on Idaho for surveillance of the ladies!

She sho...lance at Yueh. The doctor lowered his eyes.

"You knew this?" she demanded.

"... . heard rumors, my Lady. Bu...idn't want to add to your burdens."

"Hawat!" she snapped. "I want Thufir Hawat brought to me immediately!"

"But, my Lad... . "

"Immediately!"

It has to be Hawa...he thought. Suspicion such as this could come from no other source without being discarded immediately .

Idaho shook his head, mumbled. "Chuck th' whole damn thing."

Jessica looked down at the cup in her hand, abruptly dashed its contents across Idaho 's face. "Lock him in one of the guest rooms of the east wing," she ordered. "Let him sleep it off."

The two guards stared at her unhappily. One ventured: "Perhaps we should take him someplace else, m'Lady. We coul... . "

"He's supposed to be here!" Jessica snapped. "He ha...ob to do here." Her voice dripped bitterness. "He's so good at watching the ladies."

The guard swallowed.

"Do you know where the Duke is?" she demanded.

"He's at the command post, my Lady."

"Is Hawat with him?"

"Hawat's in the city, my Lady."

"You will bring Hawat to me at once," Jessica said. "I will be in my sitting room when he arrives."

"But, my Lad... . "

"If necessary...ill call the Duke," she said. "I hope it will not be necessary...ould not want to disturb him with this."

"Yes, my Lady."

Jessica thrust the empty cup into Mapes' hands, met the questioning stare of the blue-within-blue eyes. "You may return to bed, Mapes."

"You're sure you'll not need me?"

Jessica smiled grimly. "I'm sure."

"Perhaps this could wait until tomorrow," Yueh said. "I could give yo...edative an... . "

"You will return to your quarters and leave me to handle this my way," she said. She patted his arm to take the sting out of her command. "This is the only way."

Abruptly, head high, she turned and stalked off through the house to her rooms. Cold wall... . passage... ...amiliar doo... . She jerked the door open, strode in, and slammed it behind her. Jessica stood there glaring at the shield-blanked windows of her sitting room. Hawat! Could he be the one the Harkonnens bought? We shall see.

Jessica crossed to the deep, old-fashioned armchair with an embroidered cover of schlag skin, moved the chair into position to command the door. She was suddenly very conscious of the crysknife in its sheath on her leg. She removed the sheath and strapped it to her arm, tested the drop of it. Once more, she glanced around the room, placing everything precisely in her mind against any emergency: the chaise near the corner, the straight chairs along the wall, the two low tables, her stand-mounted zither beside the door to her bedroom.

Pale rose light glowed from the suspensor lamps. She dimmed them, sat down in the armchair, patting the upholstery, appreciating the chair's regal heaviness for this occasion.

Now, let him com...he thought. We shall see what we shall se...nd she prepared herself in the Bene Gesserit fashion for the wait, accumulating patience, saving her strength.

Sooner than she had expected...ap sounded at the door and Hawat entered at her command.

She watched him without moving from the chair, seeing the crackling sense of drug-induced energy in his movements, seeing the fatigue beneath. Hawat's rheumy old eyes glittered. His leathery skin appeared faintly yellow in the room's light, and there wa...ide, wet stain on the sleeve of his knife arm.

She smelled blood there.

Jessica gestured to one of the straight-backed chairs, said: "Bring that chair and sit facing me."

Hawat bowed, obeyed. That drunken fool of an Idah...e thought. He studied Jessica's face, wondering how he could save this situation.

"It's long past time to clear the air between us," Jessica said.

"What troubles my Lady?" He sat down, placed hands on knees.

"Don't play coy with me!" she snapped. "If Yueh didn't tell you wh...ummoned you, then one of your spies in my household did. Shall we be at least that honest with each other?"

"As you wish, my Lady."

"First, you will answer me one question," she said. "Are you no...arkonnen agent?"

Hawat surged half out of his chair, his face dark with fury, demanding: "You dare insult me so?"

......QQ "Sit down," she said. "You insulted me so."

Slowly, he sank back into the chair.

And Jessica, reading the signs of this face that she knew so well, allowed hersel...eep breath. It isn't Hawat .

"No...now you remain loyal to my Duke," she said. "I'm prepared, therefore, to forgive your affront to me."

"Is there something to forgive?"

Jessica scowled, wondering: Shal...lay my trump? Shal...ell him of the Duke's daughter I've carried within me these few weeks? N... . Leto himself doesn't know. This would only complicate his life, divert him i...ime when he must concentrate on our survival. There is yet time to use this .

"A Truthsayer would solve this," she said, "but we have no Truthsayer qualified by the High Board."

"As you say. We've no Truthsayer."

"Is ther...raitor among us?" she asked. "I've studied our people with great care. Who could it be? Not Gurney. Certainly not Dunca...heir lieutenants are not strategically enough placed to consider. It's not you, Thufir. It cannot be Paul...now it's not me. Dr. Yueh, then? Shal...all him in and put him to the test?"

"You know that's an empty gesture," Hawat said. "He's conditioned by the High Colleg...ha...now for certain."

"Not to mention that his wife wa...ene Gesserit slain by the Harkonnens," Jessica said.

"So that's what happened to her," Hawat said.

"Haven't you heard the hate in his voice when he speaks the Harkonnen name?"

"You kno...on't have the ear," Hawat said.

"What brought this base suspicion on me?" she asked.

Hawat frowned. "My Lady puts her servant in an impossible position. My first loyalty is to the Duke."

"I'm prepared to forgive much because of that loyalty," she said.

"And agai...ust ask: Is there something to forgive?"

"Stalemate?" she asked.

He shrugged.

"Let us discuss something else fo...inute, then," she said. "Duncan Idaho, the admirable fighting man whose abilities at guarding and surveillance are so esteemed. Tonight, he overindulged in something called spice beer...ear reports that others among our people have been stupefied by this concoction. Is that true?"

"You have your reports, my Lady."

"S...o. Don't you see this drinking a...ymptom, Thufir?"

"My Lady speaks riddles."

"Apply your Mentat abilities to it!" she snapped. "What's the problem with Duncan and the others...an tell you in four word...hey have no home."

He jabbe...inger at the floor. "Arrakis, that's their home."

"Arrakis is an unknown! Caladan was their home, but we've uprooted them. They have no home. And they fear the Duke's failing them."

He stiffened. "Such talk from one of the men would be cause fo.."

"Oh, stop that, Thufir. Is it defeatist or treacherous fo...octor to diagnos...isease correctly? My only intention is to cure the disease."

"The Duke gives me charge over such matters."

"But you understan...av...ertain natural concern over the progress of this disease," she said. "And perhaps you'll gran...ave certain abilities along these lines."

Wil...ave to shock him severely? she wondered. He needs shaking u...omething to break him from routine .

"There could be many interpretations for your concern," Hawat said. He shrugged.

"Then you've already convicted me?"

"Of course not, my Lady. Bu...annot afford to take any chances, the situation being what it is."

"A threat to my son got past you right here in this house," she said. "Who took that chance?"

His face darkened. "I offered my resignation to the Duke."

"Did you offer your resignation to m... . or to Paul?"

Now he was openly angry, betraying it in quickness of breathing, in dilation of nostrils...teady stare. She sa...ulse beating at his temple.

"I'm the Duke's man," he said, biting off the words.

"There is no traitor," she said. "The threat's something else. Perhaps it has to do with the lasguns. Perhaps they'll risk secretin...ew lasguns with timing mechanisms aimed at house shields. Perhaps they'l... . "

"And who could tell after the blast if the explosion wasn't atomic?" he asked. "No, my Lady. They'll not risk anything that illegal. Radiation lingers. The evidence is hard to erase. No. They'll observe most of the forms. It has to b...raitor."

"You're the Duke's man," she sneered. "Would you destroy him in the effort to save him?"

He too...eep breath, then: "If you're innocent, you'll have my most abject apologies."

"Look at you now, Thufir," she said. "Humans live best when each has his own place, when each knows where he belongs in the scheme of things. Destroy the place and destroy the person. You and I, Thufir, of all those who love the Duke, are most ideally situated to destroy the other's place. Coul...ot whisper suspicions about you into the Duke's ear at night? When would he be most susceptible to such whispering, Thufir? Mus...raw it for you more clearly?"

"You threaten me?" he growled.

"Indeed not...erely point out to you that someone is attacking us through the basic arrangement of our lives. It's clever, diabolical...ropose to negate this attack by so ordering our lives that there'll be no chinks for such barbs to enter."

"You accuse me of whispering baseless suspicions?"

"Baseless, yes."

"You'd meet this with your own whispers?"

"Your life is compounded of whispers, not mine, Thufir."

"Then you question my abilities?"

She sighed. "Thufir...ant you to examine your own emotional involvement in this. The natural human's an animal without logic. Your projections of logic onto all affairs is un natural, but suffered to continue for its usefulness. You're the embodiment of logi... Mentat. Yet, your problem solutions are concepts that, i...ery real sense, are projected outside yourself, there to be studied and rolled around, examined from all sides."

"You think now to teach me my trade?" he asked, and he did not try to hide the disdain in his voice.

"Anything outside yourself, this you can see and apply your logic to it," she said. "But it'...uman trait that when we encounter personal problems, those things most deeply personal are the most difficult to bring out for our logic to scan. We tend to flounder around, blaming everything but the actual, deep-seated thing that's really chewing on us."

"You're deliberately attempting to undermine my faith in my abilities a...entat," he rasped. "Wer...o find one of our people attempting thus to sabotage any other weapon in our arsenal...hould not hesitate to denounce and destroy him."

"The finest Mentats hav...ealthy respect for the error factor in their computations," she said.

"I've never said otherwise!"

"Then apply yourself to these symptoms we've both seen: drunkenness among the men, quarrel...hey gossip and exchange wild rumors about Arrakis; they ignore the most simpl.."

"Idleness, no more," he said. "Don't try to divert my attention by trying to mak...imple matter appear mysterious."

She stared at him, thinking of the Duke's men rubbing their woes together in the barracks until you could almost smell the charge there, like burnt insulation. They're becoming like the men of the pre-Guild legen...he thought: Like the men of the lost star-searcher, Ampoliro...ick at their gun...orever seeking, forever prepared and forever unready .

"Why have you never made full use of my abilities in your service to the Duke?" she asked. "Do you fea...ival for your position?"

He glared at her, the old eyes blazing. "I know some of the training they give you Bene Gesseri... . " He broke off, scowling.

"Go ahead, say it," she said. "Bene Gesserit witches ."

"I know something of the real training they give you," he said. "I've seen it come out in Paul. I'm not fooled by what your schools tell the public: you exist only to serve."

The shock must be severe and he's almost ready for i...he thought.

"You listen respectfully to me in Council," she said, "yet you seldom heed my advice. Why?"

"I don't trust your Bene Gesserit motives," he said. "You may think you can look throug...an; you may think you can mak...an do exactly what yo.."

"You poor foo...hufir!" she raged.

He scowled, pushing himself back in the chair.

"Whatever rumors you've heard about our schools," she said, "the truth is far greater. I...ished to destroy the Duk... . or you, or any other person within my reach, you could not stop me."

And she thought: Why d...et pride drive such words out of me? This is not the wa...as trained. This is not ho...ust shock him .

Hawat slippe...and beneath his tunic where he kep...iny projector of poison darts. She wears no shiel...e thought. Is this jus...rag she makes...ould slay her no... . but, ah-h-h-h, the consequences if I'm wrong .

Jessica saw the gesture toward his pocket, said: "Let us pray violence shall never be necessary between us."

"A worthy prayer," he agreed.

"Meanwhile, the sickness spreads among us," she said. "I must ask you again: Isn't it more reasonable to suppose the Harkonnens have planted this suspicion to pit the two of us against each other?"

"We appear to've returned to stalemate," he said.

She sighed, thinking: He's almost ready for it .

"The Duke an...re father and mother surrogates to our people," she said. "The positio.."

"He hasn't married you," Hawat said.

She forced herself to calmness, thinking...ood riposte, that .

"But he'll not marry anyone else," she said. "Not as long a...ive. And we are surrogates, as I've said. To break up this natural order in our affairs, to disturb, disrupt, and confuse u...hich target offers itself most enticingly to the Harkonnens?"

He sensed the direction she was taking, and his brows drew down i...owering scowl.

"The Duke?" she asked. "Attractive target, yes, but no one with the possible exception of Paul is better guarded. Me...empt them, surely, but they must know the Bene Gesserit make difficult targets. And there'...etter target, one whose duties create, necessarily...onstrous blind spot. One to whom suspicion is as natural as breathing. One who builds his entire life on innuendo and mystery." She darted her right hand toward him. "You!"

Hawat started to leap from his chair.

"I have not dismissed you, Thufir!" she flared.

The old Mentat almost fell back into the chair, so quickly did his muscles betray him.

She smiled without mirth.

"Now you know something of the real training they give us," she said.

Hawat tried to swallow i...ry throat. Her command had been regal, preemptor...ttered i...one and manner he had found completely irresistible. His body had obeyed her before he could think about it. Nothing could have prevented his respons...ot logic, not passionate ange... . nothing. To do what she had done spoke o...ensitive, intimate knowledge of the person thus commanded...epth of control he had not dreamed possible.

"I have said to you before that we should understand each other," she said. "I meant you should understand m... already understand you. An...ell you now that your loyalty to the Duke is all that guarantees your safety with me."

He stared at her, wet his lips with his tongue.

"I...esire...uppet, the Duke would marry me," she said. "He might even think he did it of his own free will."

Hawat lowered his head, looked upward through his sparse lashes. Only the most rigid control kept him from calling the guard. Contro... . and the suspicion now that woman might not permit it. His skin crawled with the memory of how she had controlled him. In the moment of hesitation, she could have draw...eapon and killed him!

Does every human have this blind spot? he wondered. Can any of us be ordered into action before he can resist? The idea staggered him. Who could sto...erson with such power?

"You've glimpsed the fist within the Bene Gesserit glove," she said. "Few glimpse it and live. And wha...id wa...elatively simple thing for us. You've not seen my entire arsenal. Think on that,"

"Why aren't you out destroying the Duke's enemies?" he asked.

"What would you have me destroy?" she asked. "Would you have me mak...eakling of our Duke, have him forever leaning on me?"

"But, with such powe... . "

"Power'...wo-edged sword, Thufir," she said; "You think: 'How easy for her to shap...uman tool to thrust into an enemy's vitals.' True, Thufir; even into your vitals. Yet, what woul...ccomplish? If enough of us Bene Gesserit did this, wouldn't it make all Bene Gesserit suspect? We don't want that, Thufir. We do not wish to destroy ourselves." She nodded. "We truly exist only to serve."

"I cannot answer you," he said. "You kno...annot answer."

"You'll say nothing about what has happened here to anyone," she said. "I know you, Thufir."

"My Lad... . " Again the old man tried to swallow i...ry throat.

And he thought: She has great powers, yes. But would these not make her an even more formidable tool for the Harkonnens?

"The Duke could be destroyed as quickly by his friends as by his enemies," she said. "I trust now you'll get to the bottom of this suspicion and remove it."

"If it proves baseless," he said.

"If, " she sneered.

"If," he said.

"You are tenacious," she said.

"Cautious," he said, "and aware of the error factor."

"Then I'll pose another question for you: What does it mean to you that you stand before another human, that you are bound and helpless and the other human hold...nife at your throa...et this other human refrains from killing you, frees you from your bonds and gives you the knife to use as you will?"

She lifted herself out of the chair, turned her back on him. "You may go now, Thufir."

The old Mentat arose, hesitated, hand creeping toward the deadly weapon beneath his tunic. He was reminded of the bull ring and of the Duke's father (who'd been brave, no matter what his other failings) and one day of the corrida long ago: The fierce black beast had stood there, head bowed, immobilized and confused. The Old Duke had turned his back on the horns, cape thrown flamboyantly over one arm, while cheers rained down from the stands.

I am the bull and she the matado...awat thought. He withdrew his hand from the weapon, glanced at the sweat glistening in his empty palm.

And he knew that whatever the facts proved to be in the end, he would never forget this moment nor lose this sense of supreme admiration for the Lady Jessica.

Quietly, he turned and left the room.

Jessica lowered her gaze from the reflection in the windows, turned, and stared at the closed door.

"Now we'll see some proper action," she whispered.

Do you wrestle with dreams?

Do you contend with shadows?

Do you move i...ind of sleep?

Time has slipped away.

Your life is stolen.

You tarried with trifles,

Victim of your folly.

- Dirge for Jamis on the Funeral Plain,

from "Songs of Muad'Dib" by the Princess Irulan

Leto stood in the foyer of his house, studyin...ote by the light o...ingle suspensor lamp. Dawn was ye...ew hours away, and he felt his tiredness...remen messenger had brought the note to the outer guard just now as the Duke arrived from his command post.

The note read: "A column of smoke by day...illar of fire by night."

There was no signature.

What does it mean? he wondered.

The messenger had gone without waiting for an answer and before he could be questioned. He had slipped into the night like some smoky shadow.

Leto pushed the paper int...unic pocket, thinking to show it to Hawat later. He brushe...ock of hair from his forehead, too...ighing breath. The anti-fatigue pills were beginning to wear thin. It had bee...ong two days since the dinner party and longer than that since he had slept.

On top of all the military problems, there'd been the disquieting session with Hawat, the report on his meeting with Jessica.

Shoul...aken Jessica? he wondered. There's no reason to play the secrecy game with her any longer. Or is there?

Blast and damn that Duncan Idaho!

He shook his head. No, not Duncan...as wrong not to take Jessica into my confidence from the first...ust do it now, before more damage is done .

The decision made him feel better, and he hurried from the foyer through the Great Hall and down the passages toward the family wing.

At the turn where the passages split to the service area, he paused...trange mewling came from somewhere down the service passage. Leto put his left hand to the switch on his shield belt, slipped his kindjal into his right hand. The knife conveye...ense of reassurance. That strange sound had sen...hill through him.

Softly, the Duke moved down the service passage, cursing the inadequate illumination. The smallest of suspensors had been spaced about eight meters apart along here and tuned to their dimmest level. The dark stone walls swallowed the light.

A dull blob stretching across the floor appeared out of the gloom ahead.

Leto hesitated, almost activated his shield, but refrained because that would limit his movements, his hearin... . and because the captured shipment of lasguns had left him filled with doubts.

Silently, he moved toward the grey blob, saw that it wa...uman figure...an face down on the stone. Leto turned him over wit...oot, knife poised, bent close in the dim light to see the face. It was the smuggler, Tuek...et stain down his chest. The dead eyes stared with empty darkness. Leto touched the stai...arm.

How could this man be dead here? Leto asked himself. Who killed him?

The mewling sound was louder here. It came from ahead and down the side passage to the central room where they had installed the main shield generator for the house.

Hand on belt switch, kindjal poised, the Duke skirted the body, slipped down the passage and peered around the corner toward the shield generator room.

Another grey blob lay stretched on the floo...ew paces away, and he saw at once this was the source of the noise. The shape crawled toward him with painful slowness, gasping, mumbling.

Leto stilled his sudden constriction of fear, darted down the passage, crouched beside the crawling figure. It was Mapes, the Fremen housekeeper, her hair tumbled around her face, clothing disarrayed...ull shininess of dark stain spread from her back along her side. He touched her shoulder and she lifted herself on her elbows, head tipped up to peer at him, the eyes black-shadowed emptiness.

"S'you," she gasped. "Kille... . guar... . sen... . ge... . Tue... . escap... . m'Lad... . yo... . yo... . her... . n... . " She flopped forward, her head thumping against the stone.

Leto felt for pulse at the temples. There was none. He looked at the stain: she'd been stabbed in the back. Who? His mind raced. Did she mean someone had kille...uard? And Tue...ad Jessica sent for him? Why?

He started to stand up...ixth sense warned him. He flashe...and toward the shield switc...oo late...umbing shock slammed his arm aside. He felt pain there, sa...art protruding from the sleeve, sensed paralysis spreading from it up his arm. It took an agonizing effort to lift his head and look down the passage.

Yueh stood in the open door of the generator room. His face reflected yellow from the light o...ingle, brighter suspensor above the door. There was stillness from the room behind hi...o sound of generators.

Yueh! Leto thought. He's sabotaged the house generators! We 're wide open!

Yueh began walking toward him, pocketin...artgun.

Leto found he could still speak, gasped: "Yueh! How?" Then the paralysis reached his legs and he slid to the floor with his back propped against the stone wall.

Yueh's face carrie...ook of sadness as he bent over, touched Leto's forehead. The Duke found he could feel the touch, but it was remot... . dull.

"The drug on the dart is selective," Yueh said "You can speak, but I'd advise against it." He glanced down the hall, and again bent over Leto, pulled out the dart, tossed it aside. The sound of the dart clattering on the stones was faint and distant to the Duke's ears.

It can't be Yue...eto thought. He's conditioned.

"How?" Leto whispered.

"I'm sorry, my dear Duke, but there are things which will make greater demands than this." He touched the diamond tattoo on his forehead. "I find it very strange, mysel...n override on my pyretic conscienc...u...ish to kil...an. Yes...ctually wish it...ill stop at nothing to do it."

He looked down at the Duke. "Oh, not you, my dear Duke. The Baron Harkonnen...ish to kill the Baron."

"Ba... . on Ha... . "

"Be quiet, please, my poor Duke. You haven't much time. That peg toot...ut in your mouth after the tumble at Narca...hat tooth must be replaced, i...oment, I'll render you unconscious and replace that tooth." He opened his hand, stared at something in it. "An exact duplicate, its core shaped most exquisitely lik...erve. It'll escape the usual detectors, eve...ast scanning. But if you bite down hard on it, the cover crushes. Then, when you expel your breath sharply, you fill the air around you wit...oison ga...ost deadly."

Leto stared up at Yueh, seeing madness in the man's eyes, the perspiration along brown and chin.

"You were dead anyway, my poor Duke," Yueh said. "But you will get close to the Baron before you die. He'll believe you're stupefied by drugs beyond any dying effort to attack him. And you will be drugge...nd tied. But attack can take strange forms. And you will remember the tooth. The toot...uke Leto Atreides. You will remember the tooth."

The old doctor leaned closer and closer until his face and drooping mustache dominated Leto's narrowing vision.

"The tooth," Yueh muttered.

"Why?" Leto whispered.

Yueh lowered himself to one knee beside the Duke. "I mad...haitan's bargain with the Baron. An...ust be certain he has fulfilled his half of it. Whe...ee him, I'll know. Whe...ook at the Baron, the...ill know. But I'll never enter his presence without the price. You're the price, my poor Duke. And I'll know whe...ee him. My poor Wanna taught me many things, and one is to see certainty of truth when the stress is great...annot do it always, but whe...ee the Baro...hen...ill know."

Leto tried to look down at the tooth in Yueh's hand. He felt this was happening i...ightmar...t could not be.

Yueh's purple lips turned up i...rimace. "I'll not get close enough to the Baron, or I'd do this myself. No. I'll be detained a...afe distance. But yo... . ah, now! You, my lovely weapon! He'll want you close to hi...o gloat over you, to boas...ittle."

Leto found himself almost hypnotized b...uscle on the left side of Yueh's jaw. The muscle twisted when the man spoke.

Yueh leaned closer. "And you, my good Duke, my precious Duke, you must remember this tooth." He held it up between thumb and forefinger. "It will be all that remains to you."

Leto's mouth moved without sound, then: "Refuse."

"Ah-h, no! You mustn't refuse. Because, in return for this small service, I'm doin...hing for you...ill save your son and your woman. No other can do it. They can be removed t...lace where no Harkonnen can reach them."

"Ho... . sav... . them?" Leto whispered.

"By making it appear they're dead, by secreting them among people who draw knife at hearing the Harkonnen name, who hate the Harkonnens so much they'll bur...hair in whic...arkonnen has sat, salt the ground over whic...arkonnen has walked." He touched Leto's jaw. "Can you feel anything in your jaw?"

The Duke found that he could not answer. He sensed distant tugging, saw Yueh's hand come up with the ducal signet ring.

"For Paul," Yueh said. "You'll be unconscious presently. Good-by, my poor Duke. When next we meet we'll have no time for conversation."

Cool remoteness spread upward from Leto's jaw, across his cheeks. The shadowy, hall narrowed t...inpoint with Yueh's purple lips centered in it.

"Remember the tooth!" Yueh hissed. "The tooth!"

There should b...cience of discontent. People need hard times and oppression to develop psychic muscles.

- from "Collected Sayings of Muad'Dib" by the Princess Irulan

Jessica awoke in the dark, feeling premonition in the stillness around her. She could not understand why her mind and body felt so sluggish. Skin raspings of fear ran along her nerves. She thought of sitting up and turning o...ight, but something stayed the decision. Her mouth fel... . strange.

Lump-lump-lump-lump!

It wa...ull sound, directionless in the dark. Somewhere.

The waiting moment was packed with time, with rustling needle-stick movements.

She began to feel her body, grew aware of bindings on wrists and ankles...ag in her mouth. She was on her side, hands tied behind her. She tested the bindings, realized they were krimskell fiber, would only claw tighter as she pulled.

And now, she remembered.

There had been movement in the darkness of her bedroom, something wet and pungent slapped against her face, filling her mouth, hands grasping for her. She had gaspe...ne indrawn breat...ensing the narcotic in the wetness. Consciousness had receded, sinking her int...lack bin of terror.

It has com...he thought. How simple it was to subdue the Bene Gesserit. All it took was treachery. Hawat was right.

She forced herself not to pull on her bindings.

This is not my bedroo...he thought. They've taken me someplace else .

Slowly, she marshaled the inner calmness.

She grew aware of the smell of her own stale sweat with its chemical infusion of fear.

Where is Paul? she asked herself. My so...hat have they done to him?

Calmness .

She forced herself to it, using the ancient routines.

But terror remained so near.

Leto? Where are you, Leto?

She sense...iminishing in the dark. It began with shadows. Dimensions separated, became new thorns of awareness. White...ine unde...oor.

I'm on the floor .

People walking. She sensed it through the floor.

Jessica squeezed back the memory of terror...ust remain calm, alert, and prepared...ay get only one chanc...gain, she forced the inner calmness.

The ungainly thumping of her heartbeats evened, shaping out time. She counted back...as unconscious about an hou...he closed her eyes, focused her awareness onto the approaching footsteps.

Four people .

She counted the differences in their steps.

I must pretend I'm still unconsciou...he relaxed against the cold floor, testing her body's readiness, hear...oor open, sensed increased light through her eyelids.

Feet approached: someone standing over her.

"You are awake," rumble...asso voice. "Do not pretend."

She opened her eyes.

The Baron Vladimir Harkonnen stood over her. Around them, she recognized the cellar room where Paul had slept, saw his cot at one sid...mpty. Suspensor lamps were brought in by guards, distributed near the open door. There wa...lare of light in the hallway beyond that hurt her eyes.

She looked up at the Baron. He wor...ellow cape that bulged over his portable suspensors. The fat cheeks were two cherubic mounds beneath spider-black eyes.

"The drug was timed," he rumbled. "We knew to the minute when you'd be coming out of it."

How could that be? she wondered. They'd have to know my exact weight, my metabolism, m... . Yueh!

"Suc...ity you must remain gagged," the Baron said. "We could have such an interesting conversation."

Yueh's the only one it could b...he thought. How?

The Baron glanced behind him at the door. "Come in, Piter."

She had never before seen the man who entered to stand beside the Baron, but the face was know...nd the man: Piter de Vries, the Mentat-Assassi...he studied hi...awk features, blue-ink eyes that suggested he wa...ative of Arrakis, but subtleties of movement and stance told her he was not. And his flesh was too well firmed with water. He was tall, though slender, and something about him suggested effeminacy.

"Suc...ity we cannot have our conversation, my dear Lady Jessica." the Baron said. "However, I'm aware of your abilities." He glanced at the Mentat. "Isn't that true, Piter?"

"As you say, Baron," the man said.

The voice was tenor. It touched her spine wit...ash of coldness. She had never heard suc...hill voice. To one with the Bene Gesserit training, the voice screamed: Killer!

"I hav...urprise for Piter," the Baron said. "He thinks he has come here to collect his rewar...ou, Lady Jessica. Bu...ish to demonstrat...hing: that he does not really want you."

"You play with me, Baron?" Piter asked, and he smiled.

Seeing that smile, Jessica wondered that the Baron did not leap to defend himself from this Piter. Then she corrected herself. The Baron could not read that smile. He did not have the Training.

"In many ways, Piter is quite naive," the Baron said. "He doesn't admit to himself wha...eadly creature you are, Lady Jessica. I'd show him, but it'd b...oolish risk." The Baron smiled at Piter, whose face had becom...aiting mask. "I know what Piter really wants. Piter wants power."

"You promise...ould have her ," Piter said. The tenor voice had lost some of its cold reserve.

Jessica heard the clue-tones in the man's voice, allowed herself an inward shudder. How could the Baron have made such an animal out o...entat?

"I give yo...hoice, Piter," the Baron said.

"What choice?"

The Baron snapped fat fingers. "This woman and exile from the Imperium, or the Duchy of Atreides on Arrakis to rule as you see fit in my name."

Jessica watched the Baron's spider eyes study Piter.

"You could be Duke here in all but name," the Baron said.

Is my Leto dead, then? Jessica asked herself. She fel...ilent wail begin somewhere in her mind.

The Baron kept his attention on the Mentat. "Understand yourself, Piter. You want her because she wa...uke's woman...ymbol of his powe...eautiful, useful, exquisitely trained for her role. But an entire duchy, Piter! That's more tha...ymbol; that's the reality. With it you could have many wome... . and more."

"You do not joke with Piter?"

The Baron turned with that dancing lightness the suspensors gave him. "Joke? I? Remembe... am giving up the boy. You heard what the traitor said about the lad's training. They are alike, this mother and so...eadly." The Baron smiled. "I must go now...ill send in the guard I've reserved for this moment. He's stone deaf. His orders will be to convey you on the first leg of your journey into exile. He will subdue this woman if he sees her gain control of you. He'll not permit you to untie her gag until you're off Arrakis. If you choose not to leav... . he has other orders."

"You don't have to leave," Piter said. "I've chosen."

"Ah, hah!" the Baron chortled. "Such quick decision can mean only one thing."

"I will take the duchy," Piter said.

And Jessica thought: Doesn't Piter know the Baron's lying to him? Bu...ow could he know? He'...wisted Mentat .

The Baron glanced down at Jessica. "Is it not wonderful tha...now Piter so well...agered with my Master at Arms that this would be Piter's choice. Hah! Well...eave now. This is much better. Ah-h, much better. You understand, Lady Jessica...old no rancor toward you. It'...ecessity. Much better this way. Yes. And I've not actually ordered you destroyed. When it's asked of me what happened to you...an shrug it off in all truth."

"You leave it to me then?" Piter asked.

"The guar...end you will take your orders," the Baron said. "Whatever's don...eave to you." He stared at Piter. "Yes. There will be no blood on my hands here. It's your decision. Yes...now nothing of it. You will wait until I've gone before doing whatever you must do. Yes. Wel... . ah, yes. Yes. Good."

He fears the questioning o...ruthsaye...essica thought. Who? Ah-h-h, the Reverend Mother Gaius Helen, of course! If he knows he must face her questions, then the Emperor is in on this for sure. Ah-h-h-h, my poor Leto .

With one last glance at Jessica, the Baron turned, went out the door. She followed him with her eyes, thinking: It's as the Reverend Mother warne...oo potent an adversary .

Two Harkonnen troopers entered. Another, his fac...carred mask, followed and stood in the doorway with drawn lasgun.

The deaf on...essica thought, studying the scarred face. The Baron know...ould use the Voice on any other man .

Scarface looked at Piter. "We've the boy o...itter outside. What are your orders?"

Piter spoke to Jessica. "I'd thought of binding you b...hreat held over your son, bu...egin to see that would not have worked...et emotion cloud reason. Bad policy fo...entat." He looked at the first pair of troopers, turning so the deaf one could read his lips: "Take them into the desert as the traitor suggested for the boy. His plan i...ood one. The worms will destroy all evidence. Their bodies must never be found."

"You don't wish to dispatch them yourself?" Scarface asked.

He reads lip...essica thought.

"I follow my Baron's example," Piter said. "Take them where the traitor said."

Jessica heard the harsh Mentat control in Piter's voice, thought: He, too, fears the Truthsayer .

Piter shrugged, turned, and went through the doorway. He hesitated there, and Jessica thought he might turn back fo...ast look at her, but he went out without turning.

"Me...ouldn't like the thought of facing that Truthsayer after this night's work," Scarface said.

"You ain't likely ever to run into that old witch," one of the other troopers said. He went around to Jessica's head, bent over her. "It ain't getting our work done standing around here chattering. Take her feet an.."

"Why'n't we kill 'em here?" Scarface asked.

"Too messy," the first one said. "Unless you wants to strangle'em. Me...ike...ice straightforward job. Drop 'em on the desert like that traitor said, cut 'em once or twice, leave 'the evidence for the worms. Nothing to clean up afterwards."

"Yea... . well...uess you're right," Scarface said.

Jessica listened to them, watching, registering. But the gag blocked her Voice, and there was the deaf one to consider.

Scarface holstered his lasgun, took her feet. They lifted her lik...ack of grain, maneuvered her through the door and dumped her ont...uspensor-buoyed litter with another bound figure. As they turned her, fitting her to the litter, she saw her companion's fac...aul! He was bound, but not gagged. His face was no more than ten centimeters from hers, eyes closed, his breathing even.

Is he drugged? she wondered.

......QQ The troopers lifted the litter, and Paul's eyes opened the smallest fractio...ark slits staring at her.

He mustn't try the Voice! she prayed. The deaf guard!

Paul's eyes closed.

He had been practicing the awareness-breathing, calming his mind, listening to their captors. The deaf one pose...roblem, but Paul contained his despair. The mind-calming Bene Gesserit regimen his mother had taught him kept him poised, ready to expand any opportunity.

Paul allowed himself another slit-eyed inspection of his mother's face. She appeared unharmed. Gagged, though.

He wondered who could've captured her. His own captivity was plain enoug...o bed wit...apsule prescribed by Yueh, awaking to find himself bound to this litter. Perhap...imilar thing had befallen her. Logic said the traitor was Yueh, but he held final decision in abeyance. There was no understanding i... Suk docto...raitor.

The litter tipped slightly as the Harkonnen troopers maneuvered it throug...oorway into starlit night...uspensor-buoy rasped against the doorway. Then they were on sand, feet grating in it...#039;thopter wing loomed overhead, blotting the stars. The litter settled to the ground.

Paul's eyes adjusted to the faint light. He recognized the deaf trooper as the man who opened the 'thopter door, peered inside at the green gloom illuminated by the instrument panel.

"This the 'thopter we're supposed to use?" he asked, and turned to watch his companion's lips.

"It's the one the traitor said was fixed for desert work," the other said.

Scarface nodded. "But it's one of them little liaison jobs. Ain't room in there for more'n them an' two of us."

"Two's enough," said the litter-bearer, moving up close and presenting his lips for reading. "We can take care of it from here on, Kinet."

"The Baron he told me to make sure what happened to them two," Scarface said.

"What you so worried about?" asked another trooper from behind the litter-bearer.

"She i...ene Gesserit witch," the deaf one said. "They have powers."

"Ah-h-... ." The litter-bearer made the sign of the fist at his ear. "One of them, eh? Know whatcha mean."

The trooper behind him grunted. "She'll be worm meat soon enough. Don't suppose eve...ene Gesserit witch has powers over one of them big worms. Eh, Czigo?" He nudged the litter-bearer.

"Yee-up," the litter-bearer said. He returned to the litter, took Jessica's shoulders. "C'mon, Kinet. You can go along if you wants to make sure what happens."

"It is nice of you to invite me, Czigo," Scarface said.

Jessica felt herself lifted, the wing shadow spinnin...tars. She was pushed into the rear of the 'thopter, her krimskell fiber bindings examined, and she was strapped down. Paul was jammed in beside her, strapped securely, and she noted his bonds were simple rope.

Scarface, the deaf one they called Kinet, took his place in front. The litter-bearer, the one they called Czigo, came around and took the other front seat.

Kinet closed his door, bent to the controls. The 'thopter took off i...ing-tucked surge, headed south over the Shield Wall. Czigo tapped his companion's shoulder, said: "Whyn't you turn around and keep an eye on them two?"

"Sure you know the way to go?" Kinet watched Czigo's lips.

"I listened to the traitor same's you."

Kinet swiveled his seat. Jessica saw the glint of starlight o...asgun in his hand. The 'thopter's light-walled interior seemed to collect illumination as her eyes adjusted, but the guard's scarred face remained dim. Jessica tested her seat belt, found it loose. She felt roughness in the strap against her left arm, realized the strap had been almost severed, would snap a...udden jerk.

Has someone been at this 'thopter, preparing it for us? she wondered. Who? Slowly, she twisted her bound feet clear of Paul's.

"Sure do see...hame to wast...ood-looking woman like this," Scarface said. "You ever have any highborn types?" He turned to look at the pilot.

"Bene Gesserit ain't all highborn," the pilot said.

"But they all looks heighty."

He can see me plain enoug...essica thought. She brought her bound legs up onto the seat, curled int...inuous ball, staring at Scarface.

"Real pretty, she is," Kinet said. He wet his lips with his tongue. "Sure do see...hame." He looked at Czigo.

"You thinking wha...hink you're thinking?" the pilot asked.

"Who'd be to know?" the guard asked. "Afterward... . " He shrugged. "I just never had me no highborns. Might never ge...hance like this one again."

"You la...and on my mothe... . " Paul grated. He glared at Scarface.

"Hey!" the pilot laughed. "Cub's go...ark. Ain't got no bite, though."

And Jessica thought; Paul's pitching his voice too high. It may work, though .

They flew on in silence.

These poor fool...essica thought, studying her guards and reviewing the Baron's words. They'll be killed as soon as they report success on their mission. The Baron wants no witnesses .

The 'thopter banked over the southern rim of the Shield Wall, and Jessica sa...oonshadowed expanse of sand beneath them.

"This oughta be far enough," the pilot said. "The traitor said to put'em on the sand anywhere near the Shield Wall." He dipped the craft toward the dunes i...ong, falling stoop, brought it up stiffly over the desert surface.

Jessica saw Paul begin taking the rhythmic breaths of the calming exercise. He closed his eyes, opened them. Jessica stared, helpless to aid him. He hasn't mastered the Voice ye...he thought, if he fail... .

The 'thopter touched sand wit...oft lurch, and Jessica, looking north back across the Shield Wall, sa...hadow of wings settle out of sight up there.

Someone's following us! she thought. Who? Then: The ones the Baron set to watch this pair. And there'll be watchers for the watchers, too .

Czigo shut off his wing rotors. Silence flooded in upon them.

Jessica turned her head. She could see out the window beyond Scarfac...im glow of light fro...ising moon...rosted rim of rock rising from the desert. Sandblast ridges streaked its sides.

Paul cleared his throat.

The pilot said: "Now, Kinet?"

"I dunno, Czigo."

Czigo turned, said: "Ah-h-h, look." He reached out for Jessica's skirt.

"Remove her gag," Paul commanded.

Jessica felt the words rolling in the air. The tone, the timbre excellen...mperative, very sharp...lightly lower pitch would have been better, but it could still fall within this man's spectrum.

Czigo shifted his hand up to the band around Jessica's mouth, slipped the knot on the gag.

"Stop that!" Kinet ordered.

"Ah, shut your trap," Czigo said. "Her hands're tied." He freed the knot and the binding dropped. His eyes glittered as he studied Jessica.

Kinet pu...and on the pilot's arm. "Look, Czigo, no need t... . "

Jessica twisted her neck, spat out the gag. She pitched her voice in low, intimate tones. "Gentlemen! No need to fight over me." At the same time, she writhed sinuously for Kinet's benefit.

She saw them grow tense, knowing that in this instant they were convinced of the need to fight over her. Their disagreement required no other reason. In their minds, they were fighting over her.

She held her face high in the instrument glow to be sure Kinet would read her lips, said: "You mustn't disagree." They drew farther apart, glanced warily at each other. "Is any woman worth fighting over?" she asked.

By uttering the words, by being there, she made herself infinitely worth their fighting.

Paul clamped his lips tightly closed, forced himself to be silent. There had been the one chance for him to succeed with the Voice. No...verything depended on his mother whose experience went so far beyond his own.

"Yeah," Scarface said. "No need to fight ove... . "

His hand flashed toward the pilot's neck. The blow was met b...plash of metal that caught the arm and in the same motion slammed into Kinet's chest.

Scarface groaned, sagged backward against his door.

"Though...as some dummy didn't know that trick," Czigo said. He brought back his hand, revealing the knife. It glittered in reflected moonlight.

"Now for the cub," he said and leaned toward Paul.

"No need for that," Jessica murmured.

Czigo hesitated.

"Wouldn't you rather have me cooperative?" Jessica asked. "Give the bo...hance." Her lip curled i...neer. "Little enough chance he'd have out there in that sand. Give him that an... . " She smiled. "You could find yourself well rewarded."

Czigo glanced left, right, returned his attention to Jessica. "I've heard what can happen t...an in this desert," he said. "Boy might find the knif...indness."

"Is it so muc...sk?" Jessica pleaded.

"You're trying to trick me," Czigo muttered.

"I don't want to see my son die," Jessica said. "Is tha...rick?"

Czigo moved back, elbowed the door latch. He grabbed Paul, dragged him across the seat, pushed him half out the door and held the knife posed. "What'll y' do, cub, i...ut y'r bonds?"

"He'll leave here immediately and head for those rocks," Jessica said.

"Is that what y'll do, cub?" Czigo asked.

Paul's voice was properly surly. "Yes."

The knife moved down, slashed the bindings of his legs. Paul felt the hand on his back to hurl him down onto the sand, feigne...urch against the doorframe for purchase, turned as though to catch himself, lashed out with his right foot.

The toe was aimed wit...recision that did credit to his long years of training, as though all of that training focused on this instant. Almost every muscle of his body cooperated in the placement of it. The tip struck the soft part of Czigo's abdomen just below the sternum, slammed upward with terrible force over the liver and through the diaphragm to crush the right ventricle of the man's heart.

With one gurgling scream, the guard jerked backward across the seats. Paul, unable to use his hands, continued his tumble onto the sand, landing wit...oll that took up the force and brought him back to his feet in one motion. He dove back into the cabin, found the knife and held it in his teeth while his mother sawed her bonds. She took the blade and freed his hands.

"I could've handled him," she said. "He'd have had to cut my bindings. That wa...oolish risk."

"I saw the opening and used it," he said.

She heard the harsh control in his voice, said: "Yueh's house sign is scrawled on the ceiling of this cabin."

He looked up, saw the curling symbol.

"Get out and let us study this craft," she said. "There'...undle under the pilot's seat...elt it when we got in."

"Bomb?"

"Doubt it. There's something peculiar here."

Paul leaped out to the sand and Jessica followed. She turned, reached under the seat for the strange bundle, seeing Czigo's feet close to her face, feeling dampness on the bundle as she removed it, realizing the dampness was the pilot's blood.

Waste of moistur...he thought, knowing that this was Arrakeen thinking.

Paul stared around them, saw the rock scarp lifting out of the desert lik...each rising from the sea, wind-carved palisades beyond. He turned back as his mother lifted the bundle from the 'thopter, saw her stare across the dunes toward the Shield Wall. He looked to see what drew her attention, saw another 'thopter swooping toward them, realized they'd not have time to clear the bodies out of this 'thopter and escape.

"Run, Paul!" Jessica shouted. "It's Harkonnens!"

Arrakis teaches the attitude of the knife  - chopping off what's incomplete and saying: "Now, it's complete because it's ended here."

- from "Collected Sayings of, Muad'Dib" by the Princess Irulan

A man in Harkonnen uniform skidded t...top at the end of the hall, stared in at Yueh, taking in a...ingle glance Mapes' body, the sprawled form of the Duke, Yueh standing there. The man hel...asgun in his right hand. There wa...asual air of brutality about him...ense of toughness and poise that sen...hiver through Yueh.

Sardaukar, Yueh thought...ashar by the look of him. Probably one of the Emperor's own sent here to keep an eye on things. No matter what the uniform, there's no disguising them .

"You're Yueh," the man said. He looked speculatively at the Suk School ring on the Doctor's hair, stared once at the diamond tattoo and then met Yueh's eyes.

"I am Yueh," the Doctor said.

"You can relax, Yueh," the man said. "When you dropped the house shields we came right in. Everything's under control here. Is this the Duke?"

"This is the Duke."

"Dead?"

"Merely unconscious...uggest you tie him."

"Did you do for these others?" He glanced back down the hall where Mapes' body lay.

"More's the pity," Yueh muttered.

"Pity!" the Sardaukar sneered. He advanced, looked down at Leto. "So that's the great Red Duke."

I...ad doubts about what this man is, that would end the...ueh thought. Only the Emperor calls the Atreides the Red Duke .

The Sardaukar reached down, cut the red hawk insignia from Leto's uniform. "Little souvenir," he said. "Where's the ducal signet ring?"

"He doesn't have it on him," Yueh said.

"I can see that!" the Sardaukar snapped.

Yueh stiffened, swallowed. If they press me, bring i...ruthsayer, they'll find out about the ring, about the 'thopte...repare...ll will fail .

"Sometimes the Duke sent the ring wit...essenger as surety that an order came directly from him," Yueh said.

"Must be damned trusted messengers," the Sardaukar muttered.

"Aren't you going to tie him?" Yueh ventured.

"How long'll he be unconscious?"

"Two hours or so...asn't as precise with his dosage a...as for the woman and boy."

The Sardaukar spurned the Duke with his toe. "This was nothing to fear even when awake. When will the woman and boy awaken?"

"About ten minutes."

"So soon?"

"I was told the Baron would arrive immediately behind his men."

"So he will. You'll wait outside, Yueh." He sho...ard glance at Yueh. "Now!"

Yueh glanced at Leto. "What abou... . "

"He'll be delivered to the Baron all properly trussed lik...oast for the oven." Again, the Sardaukar looked at the diamond tattoo on Yueh's forehead. "You're known; you'll be safe enough in the halls. We've no more time for chit-chat, traitor...ear the others coming."

Traito...ueh thought. He lowered his gaze, pressed past the Sardaukar, knowing this a...oretaste of how history would remember him: Yueh the traitor .

He passed more bodies on his way to the front entrance and glanced at them, fearful that one might be Paul or Jessica. All were house troopers or wore Harkonnen uniform.

Harkonnen guards came alert, staring at him as he emerged from the front entrance into flame-lighted night. The palms along the road had been fired to illuminate the house. Black smoke from the flammables used to ignite the trees poured upward through orange flames.

"It's the traitor," someone said.

"The Baron will want to see you soon," another said.

I must get to the 'thopte...ueh thought...ust put the ducal signet where Paul will find i...nd fear struck him: If Idaho suspects me or grows impatien...f he doesn't wait and go exactly wher...old hi...essica and Paul will not be saved from the carnage. I'll be denied even the smallest relief from my act .

The Harkonnen guard released his arm, said "Wait over there out of the way."

Abruptly, Yueh saw himself as cast away in this place of destruction, spared nothing, given not the smallest pity. Idahomust not fail!

Another guard bumped into him, barked: "Stay out of the way, you!"

Even when they've profited by me they despise m...ueh thought. He straightened himself as he was pushed aside, regained some of his dignity.

"Wait for the Baron!" QQQ...uard officer snarled.

Yueh nodded, walked with controlled casualness along the front of the house, turned the corner into shadows out of sight of the burning palms. Quickly, every step betraying his anxiety, Yueh made for the rear yard beneath the conservatory where the 'thopter waite...he craft they had placed there to carry away Paul and his mother.

A guard stood at the open rear door of the house, his attention focused on the lighted hall and men banging through there, searching from room to room.

How confident they were!

Yueh hugged the shadows, worked his way around the 'thopter, eased open the door on the side away from the guard. He felt under the front seats for the Fremkit he had hidden there, lifte...lap and slipped in the ducal signet. He felt the crinkling of the spice paper there, the note he had written, pressed the ring into the paper. He removed his hand, resealed the pack.

Softly, Yueh closed the 'thopter door, worked his way back to the corner of the house and around toward the flaming trees.

Now, it is don...e thought.

Once more, he emerged into the light of the blazing palms. He pulled his cloak around him, stared at the flames. Soo...ill know. Soo...ill see the Baron an...ill know. And the Baro...e will encounte...mall tooth .

There i...egend that the instant the Duke Leto Atreides die...eteor streaked across the skies above his ancestral palace on Caladan.

- the Princess Irulan: "Introduction t...hild's History of Muad'Dib"

The Baron Vladimir Harkonnen stood a...iewport of the grounded lighter he was using a...ommand post. Out the port he saw the flame-lighted night of Arrakeen. His attention focused on the distant Shield Wall where his secret weapon was doing its work.

Explosive artillery.

The guns nibbled at the caves where the Duke's fighting men had retreated fo...ast-ditch stand. Slowly measured bites of orange glare, showers of rock and dust in the brief illuminatio...nd the Duke's men were being sealed off to die by starvation, caught like animals in their burrows.

The Baron could feel the distant chompin... drumbeat carried to him through the ship's metal: broom... . broom...hen: BROOMP-broomp!

Who would think of reviving artillery in this day of shields? The thought wa...huckle in his mind. But it was predictable the Duke's men would run for those caves. And the Emperor will appreciate my cleverness in preserving the lives of our mutual force .

He adjusted one of the little suspensors that guarded his fat body against the pull of gravity...mile creased his mouth, pulled at the lines of his jowls.

A pity to waste such fighting men as the Duke'...e thought. He smiled more broadly, laughing at himself. Pity should be cruel! He nodded. Failure was, by definition, expendable. The whole universe sat there, open to the man who could make the right decisions. The uncertain rabbits had to be exposed, made to run for their burrows. Else how could you control them and breed them? He pictured his fighting men as bees routing the rabbits. And he thought: The day hums sweetly when you have enough bees working for you .

A door opened behind him. The Baron studied the reflection in the night-blackened viewport before turning.

Piter de Vries advanced into the chamber followed by Umman Kudu, the captain of the Baron's personal guard. There wa...otion of men just outside the door, the mutton faces of his guard, their expressions carefully sheep-like in his presence.

The Baron turned.

Piter touched finger to forelock in his mocking salute. "Good news, m'Lord. The Sardaukar have brought in the Duke."

"Of course they have," the Baron rumbled.

He studied the somber mask of villainy on Piter's effeminate face. And the eyes: those shaded slits of bluest blue-in-blue.

Soo...ust remove hi...he Baron thought. He has almost outlasted his usefulness, almost reached the point of positive danger to my person. First, though, he must make the people of Arrakis hate him. The...hey will welcome my darling Feyd-Rautha a...avior .

The Baron shifted his attention to the guard captai...mman Kudu: scissors-line of jaw muscles, chin lik...oot to... man to be trusted because the captain's vices were known.

"First, where is the traitor who gave me the Duke?" the Baron asked. "I must give the traitor his reward."

Piter turned on one toe, motioned to the guard outside.

A bit of black movement there and Yueh walked through. His motions were stiff and stringy. The mustache drooped beside his purple lips. Only the old eyes seemed alive. Yueh came t...top three paces into the room, obeyin...otion from Piter, and stood there staring across the open space at the Baron.

"Ah-h-h, Dr. Yueh."

"M'Lord Harkonnen."

"You've given us the Duke...ear."

"My half of the bargain, m'Lord."

The Baron looked at Piter.

Piter nodded.

The Baron looked back at Yueh. "The letter of the bargain, eh? An... . ." He spat the words out: "What wa...o do in return?"

"You remember quite well, m'Lord Harkonnen."

And Yueh allowed himself to think now, hearing the loud silence of clocks in his mind. He had seen the subtle betrayals in the Baron's manner. Wanna was indeed dea...one far beyond their reach. Otherwise, there'd still b...old on the weak doctor. The Baron's manner showed there was no hold; it was ended.

"Do I?" the Baron asked.

"You promised to deliver my Wanna from her agony."

The Baron nodded. "Oh, yes. Now...emember. S...id. That was my promise. That was how we bent the Imperial Conditioning. You couldn't endure seeing your Bene Gesserit witch grovel in Piter's pain amplifiers. Well, the Baron Vladimir Harkonnen always keeps his promises...old you I'd free her from the agony and permit you to join her. So be it." He wave...and at Piter.

Piter's blue eyes too...lazed look. His movement was catlike in its sudden fluidity. The knife in his hand glistened lik...law as it flashed into Yueh's back.

The old man stiffened, never taking his attention from the Baron.

"So join her!" the Baron spat.

Yueh stood, swaying. His lips moved with careful precision, and his voice came in oddly measured cadence: "Yo... . thin... . yo... . d... . feate... . me. Yo... . thin... ... ...i... . no... . kno... . wha... ... ...ough... . fo... . m... . Wanna."

He toppled. No bending or softening. It was lik...ree falling.

"So join her," the Baron repeated. But his words were lik...eak echo.

Yueh had filled him wit...ense of foreboding. He whipped his attention to Piter, watched the man wipe the blade o...crap of cloth, watched the creamy look of satisfaction in the blue eyes.

So that's how he kills by his own han...he Baron thought. It's well to know .

"He did give us the Duke?" the Baron asked.

"O...ertainty, my Lord," Piter said.

"Then get him in here!"

Piter glanced at the guard captain, who whirled to obey.

The Baron looked down at Yueh. From the way the man had fallen, you could suspect oak in him instead of bones.

"I never could bring myself to trus...raitor," the Baron said. "Not eve...raito...reated."

He glanced at the night-shrouded viewport. That black bag of stillness out there was his, the Baron knew. There was no more crump of artillery against the Shield Wall caves; the burrow traps were sealed off. Quite suddenly, the Baron's mind could conceive of nothing more beautiful than that utter emptiness of black. Unless it were white on the black. Plated white on the black. Porcelain white.

But there was still the feeling of doubt.

What had the old fool o...octor meant? Of course, he'd probably known what would happen to him in the end. But that bit about thinking he'd been defeated: "You think you defeated me ."

What had he meant?

The Duke Leto Atreides came through the door. His arms were bound in chains, the eagle face streaked with dirt. His uniform was torn where someone had ripped off his insignia. There were tatters at his waist where the shield belt had been removed without first freeing the uniform ties. The Duke's eyes hel...lazed, insane look.

"Wel-l-l-l," the Baron said. He hesitated, drawing i...eep breath. He knew he had spoken too loudly. This moment, long envisioned, had lost some of its savor.

Damn that cursed doctor through all eternity!

"I believe the good Duke is drugged," Piter said. "That's how Yueh caught him for us." Piter turned to the Duke. "Aren't you drugged, my dear Duke?"

The voice was far away. Leto could feel the chains, the ache of muscles, his cracked lips, his burning cheeks, the dry taste of thirst whispering its grit in his mouth. But sounds were dull, hidden b...ottony blanket. And he saw only dim shapes through the blanket.

"What of the woman and the boy, Piter?" the Baron asked. "Any word yet?"

Piter's tongue darted over his lips.

"You've heard something!" the Baron snapped. "What?"

Piter glanced at the guard captain, back to the Baron. "The men who were sent to do the job, m'Lord-they'v... . a... . bee... . a... . found."

"Well, they report everything satisfactory?"

"They're dead, m'Lord."

"Of course they are! Wha...ant to know i.."

"They were dead when found, m'Lord."

The Baron's face went livid. "And the woman and boy?"

"No sign, m'Lord, but there wa...orm. It came while the scene was being investigated. Perhaps it's as we wishe...n accident. Possibl.."

"We do not deal in possibilities, Piter. What of the missing 'thopter? Does that suggest anything to my Mentat?"

"One of the Duke's men obviously escaped in it, m'Lord. Killed our pilot and escaped."

"Which of the Duke's men?"

"It wa...lean, silent killing, m'Lord. Hawat, perhaps, or that Halleck one. Possibly Idah...r any top lieutenant."

"Possibilities," the Baron muttered. He glanced at the swaying, drugged figure of the Duke.

"The situation is in hand, m'Lord," Piter said.

"No, it isn't! Where is that stupid planetologist? Where is this man Kynes?"

"We've word where to find him and he's been sent for, m'Lord."

"I don't like the way the Emperor's servant is helping us," the Baron muttered.

They were words throug...ottony blanket, but some of them burned in Leto's mind. Woman and bo...o sig...aul and Jessica had escaped. And the fate of Hawat, Halleck, and Idaho remained an unknown. There was still hope.

"Where is the ducal signet ring?" the Baron demanded. "His finger is bare."

"The Sardaukar say it was not on him when he was taken, my Lord," the guard captain said.

"You killed the doctor too soon," the Baron said. "That wa...istake. You should've warned me, Piter. You moved too precipitately for the good of our enterprise." He scowled. "Possibilities!"

The thought hung lik...ine wave in Leto's mind: Paul and Jessica have escaped! And there was something else in his memory...argain. He could almost remember it.

The tooth!

He remembered part of it now...ill of poison gas shaped int...alse tooth .

Someone had told him to remember the tooth. The tooth was in his mouth. He could feel its shape with his tongue. All he had to do was bite sharply on it.

Not yet!

The someone had told him to wait until he was near the Baron. Who had told him? He couldn't remember.

"How long will he remain drugged like this?" the Baron asked.

"Perhaps another hour, m'Lord."

"Perhaps," the Baron muttered. Again, he turned to the night-blackened window. "I am hungry."

That's the Baron, that fuzzy gray shape ther...eto thought. The shape danced back and forth, swaying with the movement of the room. And the room expanded and contracted. It grew brighter and darker. It folded into blackness and faded.

Time becam...equence of layers for the Duke. He drifted up through them...ust wait .

There wa...able. Leto saw the table quite clearly. An...ross, fat man on the other side of the table, the remains o...eal in front of him. Leto felt himself sitting i...hair across from the fat man, felt the chains, the straps that held his tingling body in the chair. He was aware there had bee...assage of time, but its length escaped him.

"I believe he's coming around. Baron."

A silky voice, that one. That was Piter.

"S...ee, Piter."

A rumbling basso: the Baron .

Leto sensed increasing definition in his surroundings. The chair beneath him took on firmness, the bindings were sharper.

And he saw the Baron clearly now. Leto watched the movements of the man's hands: compulsive touching...he edge o...late, the handle o...poon...inger tracing the fold o...owl.

Leto watched the moving hand, fascinated by it.

"You can hear me, Duke Leto," the Baron said. "I know you can hear me. We want to know from you where to find your concubine and the child you sired on her."

No sign escaped Leto, but the words wer...ash of calmness through him. It's true, then: they don't have Paul and Jessica .

"This is no...hild's game we play," the Baron rumbled. "You must know that." He leaned toward Leto, studying the face. It pained the Baron that this could not be handled privately, just between the two of them. To have others see royalty in such strait...t se...ad precedent.

Leto could feel strength returning. And now, the memory of the false tooth stood out in his mind lik...teeple i...lat landscape. The nerve-shaped capsule within that toot...he poison ga...e remembered who had put the deadly weapon in his mouth.

Yueh .

Drug-fogged memory of seein...imp corpse dragged past him in this room hung lik...apor in Leto's mind. He knew it had been Yueh.

"Do you hear that noise, Duke Leto?" the Baron asked.

Leto grew conscious o...rog sound, the burred mewling of someone's agony.

"We caught one of your men disguised a...remen, " the Baron said. "We penetrated the disguise quite easily: the eyes, you know. He insists he was sent among the Fremen to spy on them. I've lived fo...ime on this planet, cher cousin. One does not spy on those ragged scum of the desert. Tell me, did you buy their help? Did you send your woman and son to them?"

Leto felt fear tighten his chest. If Yueh sent them to the desert fol... . the search won't stop until they 're found .

"Come, come," the Baron said. "We don't have much time and pain is quick. Please don't bring it to this, my dear Duke." The Baron looked up at Piter who stood at Leto's shoulder. "Piter doesn't have all his tools here, but I'm sure he could improvise."

"Improvisation is sometimes the best, Baron."

That silky, insinuating voice! Leto heard it at his ear.

"You had an emergency plan," the Baron said. "Where have your woman and the boy been sent?" He looked at Leto's hand. "Your ring is missing. Does the boy have it?"

The Baron looked up, stared into Leto's eyes.

"You don't answer," he said. "Will you force me to d...hin...o not want to do? Piter will use simple, direct methods...gree they're sometimes the best, but it's not good that you should be subjected to such things."

"Hot tallow on the back, perhaps, or on the eyelids," Piter said. "Perhaps on other portions of the body. It's especially effective when the subject doesn't know where the tallow will fall next. It'...ood method and there'...ort of beauty in the pattern of pus-white blisters on naked skin, eh, Baron?"

"Exquisite," the Baron said, and his voice sounded sour.

Those touching fingers! Leto watched the fat hands, the glittering jewels on baby-fat hand...heir compulsive wandering.

The sounds of agony coming through the door behind him gnawed at the Duke's nerves. Who is it they caught? he wondered. Could it have been Idaho ?

"Believe me, cher cousin," the Baron said. "I do not want it to come to this."

"You think of nerve couriers racing to summon help that cannot come," Piter said. "There's an artistry in this, you know."

"You'r...uperb artist," the Baron growled. "Now, have the decency to be silent."

Leto suddenly recalle...hing Gurney Halleck had said once, seein...icture of the Baron: " 'An...tood upon the sand of the sea and sa...east rise up out of the se... . and upon his heads the name of blasphemy .' "

"We waste time, Baron," Piter said.

"Perhaps." The Baron nodded. "You know, my dear Leto, you'll tell us in the end where they are. There'...evel of pain that'll buy you."

He's most likely correc...eto thought. Were if not for the toot... . and the fact tha...ruly don't know where they are .

The Baron picked u...liver of meat, pressed the morsel into his mouth, chewed slowly, swallowed. We must tr...ew tac...e thought.

......QQ "Observe this prize person who denies he's for hire," the Baron said. "Observe him, Piter."

And the Baron thought: Yes! See him there, this man who believes he cannot be bought. See him detained there b...illion shares of himself sold in dribbles every second of his life! If you took him up now and shook him, he'd rattle inside. Emptied! Sold out! What difference how he dies now?

The frog sounds in the background stopped.

The Baron saw Umman Kudu, the guard captain, appear in the doorway across the room, shake his head. The captive hadn't produced the needed information. Another failure. Time to quit stalling with this fool Duke, this stupid soft fool who didn't realize how much hell there was so near hi...nl...erve's thickness away.

This thought calmed the Baron, overcoming his reluctance to hav...oyal person subject to pain. He saw himself suddenly a...urgeon exercising endless supple scissor dissection...utting away the masks from fools, exposing the hell beneath.

Rabbits, all of them!

And how they cowered when they saw the carnivore!

Leto stared across the table, wondering why he waited. The tooth would end it all quickly. Stil...t had been good, much of this life. He found himself remembering an antenna kite updangling in the shell-blue sky of Caladan, and Paul laughing with joy at the sight of it. And he remembered sunrise here on Arraki...olored strata of the Shield Wall mellowed by dust haze.

"Too bad," the Baron muttered. He pushed himself back from the table, stood up lightly in his suspensors and hesitated, seein...hange come over the Duke. He saw the man draw i...eep breath, the jawline stiffen, the ripple o...uscle there as the Duke clamped his mouth shut.

How he fears me! the Baron thought.

Shocked by fear that the Baron might escape him, Leto bit sharply on the capsule tooth, felt it break. He opened his mouth, expelled the biting vapor he could taste as it formed on his tongue. The Baron grew smaller...igure seen i...ightening tunnel. Leto hear...asp beside his ea...he silky-voiced one: Piter.

It got him, too!

"Piter! What's wrong?"

The rumbling voice was far away.

Leto sensed memories rolling in his min...he old toothless mutterings of hags. The room, the table, the Baron...air of terrified eye...lue within blue, the eye...ll compressed around him in ruined symmetry.

There wa...an wit...oot-toe chin...oy man falling. The toy man ha...roken nose slanted to the left: an offbeat metronome caught forever at the start of an upward stroke. Leto heard the crash of crocker...o distan... roaring in his ears. His mind wa...in without end, catching everything. Everything that had ever been: every shout, every whisper, ever... . silence.

One thought remained to him. Leto saw it in formless light on rays of black: The day the flesh shapes and the flesh the day shape...he thought struck him wit...ense of fullness he knew he could never explain.

Silence.

The Baron stood with his back against his private door, his own bolt hole behind the table. He had slammed it o...oom full of dead men. His senses took in guards swarming around him. Di...reathe it? he asked himself. Whatever it was in there, did it get me, too?

Sounds returned to hi... . and reason. He heard someone shouting order...as mask... . kee...oor close... . get blowers going.

The others fell quickl...e thought. I'm still standing. I'm still breathing. Merciless hell! That was close!

He could analyze it now. His shield had been activated, set low but still enough to slow molecular interchange across the field barrier. And he had been pushing himself away from the tabl... . that and Piter's shocked gasp which had brought the guard captain darting forward into his own doom.

Chance and the warning i...ying man's gas...hese had saved him.

The Baron felt no gratitude to Piter. The fool had got himself killed. And that stupid guard captain! He'd said he scoped everyone before bringing them into the Baron's presence! How had it been possible for the Duk... ...o warning. Not even from the poison snooper over the tabl...ntil it was too late. How?

Well, no matter no...he Baron thought, his mind firming. The next guard captain will begin by finding answers to these questions .

He grew aware of more activity down the hal...round the corner at the other door to that room of death. The Baron pushed himself away from his own door, studied the lackeys around him. They stood there staring, silent, waiting for the Baron's reaction.

Would the Baron be angry?

And the Baron realized onl...ew seconds had passed since his flight from that terrible room.

Some of the guards had weapons leveled at the door. Some were directing their ferocity toward the empty hall that stretched away toward the noises around the corner to their right.

A man came striding around that corner, gas mask dangling by its straps at his neck, his eyes intent on the overhead poison snoopers that lined this corridor. He was yellow-haired, flat of face with green eyes. Crisp lines radiated from his thick-lipped mouth. He looked like some water creature misplaced among those who walked the land.

The Baron stared at the approaching man, recalling the name: Nefu...akin Nefud. Guard corporal. Nefud was addicted to semuta, the drug-music combination that played itself in the deepest consciousness...seful item of information, that.

The man stopped in front of the Baron, saluted. "Corridor's clear, m'Lord...as outside watching and saw that it must be poison gas. Ventilators in your room were pulling air in from these corridors." He glanced up at the snooper over the Baron's head. "None of the stuff escaped. We have the room cleaned out now. What are your orders?"

The Baron recognized the man's voic...he one who'd been shouting orders. Efficient, this corpora...e thought.

"They're all dead in there?" the Baron asked.

"Yes, m'Lord."

Well, we must adjus...he Baron thought.

"First," he said, "let me congratulate you, Nefu...ou're the new captain of my guard. An...ope you'll take to heart the lesson to be learned from the fate of your predecessor."

The Baron watched the awareness grow in his newly promoted guardsman. Nefud knew he'd never again be without his semuta.

Nefud nodded. "My Lord knows I'll devote myself entirely to his safety."

"Yes. Well, to business...uspect the Duke had something in his mouth. You will find out what that something was, how it was used, who helped him put it there. You'll take every precautio.."

He broke off, his chain of thought shattered b...isturbance in the corridor behind hi...uards at the door to the lift from the lower levels of the frigate trying to hold bac...all colonel bashar who had just emerged from the lift.

The Baron couldn't place the colonel bashar's face: thin with mouth lik...lash in leather, twin ink spots for eyes.

"Get your hands off me, you pack of carrion-eaters!" the man roared, and he dashed the guards aside.

Ah-h-h, one of the Sardauka...he Baron thought.

The colonel bashar came striding toward the Baron, whose eyes went to slits of apprehension. The Sardaukar officers filled him with unease. They all seemed to look like relatives of the Duk... . the late Duke. And their manners with the Baron!

The colonel bashar planted himself hal...ace in front of the Baron, hands on hips. The guard hovered behind him in twitching uncertainty.

The Baron noted the absence of salute, the disdain in the Sardaukar's manner, and his unease grew. There was only the one legion of them locall...en brigade...einforcing the Harkonnen legions, but the Baron did not fool himself. That one legion was perfectly capable of turning on the Harkonnens and overcoming them.

"Tell your men they are not to prevent me from seeing you, Baron," the Sardaukar growled. "My men brought you the Atreides Duke befor...ould discuss his fate with you. We will discuss it now."

I must not lose face before my me...he Baron thought.

"So?" It wa...oldly controlled word, and the Baron felt proud of it.

"My Emperor has charged me to make certain his royal cousin dies cleanly without agony," the colonel bashar said.

"Such were the Imperial orders to me," the Baron lied. "Did you think I'd disobey?"

"I'm to report to my Emperor wha...ee with my own eyes," the Sardaukar said.

"The Duke's already dead," the Baron snapped, and he wave...and to dismiss the fellow.

The colonel bashar remained planted facing the Baron. Not by flicker of eye or muscle did he acknowledge he had been dismissed. "How?" he growled.

Really! the Baron thought. This is too much .

"By his own hand, if you must know," the Baron said. "He took poison."

"I will see the body now," the colonel Bashar said.

The Baron raised his gaze to the ceiling in feigned exasperation while his thoughts raced. Damnation! This sharp-eyed Sardaukar will see the room befor...hing's been changed!

"Now," the Sardaukar growled. "I'll see it with my own eyes."

There was no preventing it, the Baron realized. The Sardaukar would see all. He'd know the Duke had killed Harkonnen me... . that the Baron most likely had escaped b...arrow margin. There was the evidence of the dinner remnants on the table, and the dead Duke across from it with destruction around him.

No preventing it at all.

"I'll not be put off," the colonel bashar snarled.

"You're not being put off," the Baron said, and he stared into the Sardaukar's obsidian eyes. "I hide nothing from my Emperor." He nodded to Nefu... "The colonel bashar is to see everything, at once. Take him in by the door where you stood, Nefud ."

"This way, sir," Nefud said.

Slowly, insolently, the Sardaukar moved around the Baron, shouldere...ay through the guardsmen.

Insufferabl...he Baron thought. Now, the Emperor will know ho...lipped up. He'll recognize it a...ign of weakness .

And it was agonizing to realize that the Emperor and his Sardaukar were alike in their disdain for weakness. The Baron chewed at his lower lip, consoling himself that the Emperor, at least, had not learned of the Atreides raid on Giedi Prime, the destruction of the Harkonnen spice stores there.

Damn that slippery Duke!

The Baron watched the retreating back...he arrogant Sardaukar and the stocky, efficient Nefud .

We must adjus...he Baron thought. I'll have to put Rabban over this damnable planet once more. Without restraint...ust spend my own Harkonnen blood to put Arrakis int...roper condition for accepting Feyd-Rautha. Damn that Piter! He would get himself killed befor...as through with him .

The Baron sighed.

An...ust send at once to Tleielax fo...ew Mentat. They undoubtedly have the new one ready for me by now.

One of the guardsmen beside him coughed.

The Baron turned toward the man. "I am hungry."

"Yes, m'Lord."

"An...ish to be diverted while you're clearing out that room and studying its secrets for me," the Baron rumbled.

The guardsman lowered his eyes. "What diversion does m'Lord wish?"

"I'll be in my sleeping chambers," the Baron said. "Bring me that young fellow we bought on Gamont, the one with the lovely eyes. Drug him well...on't feel like wrestling."

"Yes, m'Lord."

The Baron turned away, began moving with his bouncing, suspensor-buoyed pace toward his chambers. Ye...e thought. The one with the lovely eyes, the one who looks so much like the young Paul Atreides .

O Seas of Caladan,

O people of Duke Let...br/>

Citadel of Leto fallen,

Fallen foreve... .

- from "Songs of Muad'Dib" by the Princess Irulan

Paul felt that all his past, every experience before this night, had become sand curling in an hourglass. He sat near his mother hugging his knees withi...mall fabric and plastic hutmen... stillten...hat had come, like the Fremen clothing they now wore, from the pack left in the 'thopter.

There was no doubt in Paul's mind who had put the Fremkit there, who had directed the course of the 'thopter carrying them captive.

Yueh .

The traitor doctor had sent them directly into the hands of Duncan Idaho.

Paul stared out the transparent end of the stilltent at the moonshadowed rocks that ringed this place where Idaho had hidden them.

Hiding lik...hild when I'm now the Duk...aul thought. He felt the thought gall him, but could not deny the wisdom in what they did.

Something had happened to his awareness this nigh...e saw with sharpened clarity every circumstance and occurrence around him. He felt unable to stop the inflow of data or the cold precision with which each new item was added to his knowledge and the computation was centered in his awareness. It was Mentat power and more.

Paul thought back to the moment of impotent rage as the strange 'thopter dived out of the night onto them, stooping lik...iant hawk above the desert with wind screaming through its wings. The thing in Paul's mind had happened then. The 'thopter had skidded and slewed acros...and ridge toward the running figure...is mother and himself. Paul remembered how the smell of burned sulfur from abrasion of 'thopter skids against sand had drifted across them.

His mother, he knew, had turned, expected to mee...asgun in the hands of Harkonnen mercenaries, and had recognized Duncan Idaho leaning out the 'thopter's open door shouting: "Hurry! There's wormsign south of you!"

But Paul had known as he turned who piloted the 'thopter. An accumulation of minutiae in the way it was flown, the dash of the landin...lues so small even his mother hadn't detected the...ad told Paul precisely who sat at those controls.

Across the stilltent from Paul, Jessica stirred, said: "There can be only one explanation. The Harkonnens held Yueh's wife. He hated the Harkonnens...annot be wrong about that. You read his note. But why has he saved us from the carnage?"

She is only now seeing it and that poorl...aul thought. The thought wa...hock. He had known this fact a...y-the-way thing while reading the note that had accompanied the ducal signet in the pack.

"Do not try to forgive me," Yueh had written. "I do not want your forgiveness...lready have enough burdens. Wha...ave done was done without malice or hope of another's understanding. It is my own tahaddi al-burhan, my ultimate test...ive you the Atreides ducal signet as token tha...rite truly. By the time you read this, Duke Leto will be dead. Take consolation from my assurance that he did not die alone, that one we hate above all others died with him."

It had not been addressed or signed, but there 'd been no mistaking the familiar scraw...ueh's.

Remembering the letter, Paul re-experienced the distress of that momen... thing sharp and strange that seemed to happen outside his new mentat alertness. He had read that his father was dead, known the truth of the words, but had felt them as no more than another datum to be entered in his mind and used.

I loved my fathe...aul thought, and knew this for truth...hould mourn him...hould feel something .

But he felt nothing except: Here's an important fact.

It was one with all the other facts.

All the while his mind was adding sense impressions, extrapolating, computing.

Halleck's words came back to Paul: "Mood'...hing for cattle or for making love. You fight when the necessity arises, no matter your moo.."

Perhaps that's i...aul thought. I'll mourn my father late... . when there's time .

But he felt no letup in the cold precision of his being. He sensed that his new awareness was onl...eginning, that it was growing. The sense of terrible purpose he'd first experienced in his ordeal with the Reverend Mother Gaius Helen Mohiam pervaded him. His right han...he hand of remembered pai...ingled and throbbed.

Is this what it is to be their Kwisatz Haderach? he wondered.

"Fo...hile...hought Hawat had failed us again, "Jessica said. "I thought perhaps Yueh wasn'...uk doctor."

"He was everything we thought hi... . and more," Paul said. And he thought: Why is she so slow seeing these things? He said, "If Idaho doesn't get through to Kynes, we'll b.."

"He's not our only hope," she said.

"Such was not my suggestion," he said.

She heard the steel in his voice, the sense of command, and stared across the grey darkness of the stilltent at him. Paul wa...ilhouette against moon-frosted rocks seen through the tent's transparent end.

"Others among your father's men will have escaped," she said. "We must regather them, fin.."

"We will depend upon ourselves," he said. "Our immediate concern is our family atomics. We must get them before the Harkonnens can search them out."

"Not likely they'll be found," she said, "the way they were hidden."

"It must not be left to chance."

And she thought: Blackmail with the family atomics a...hreat to the planet and its spic...hat's what he has in mind. But all he can hope for then is escape into renegade anonymity .

His mother's words had provoked another train of thought in Pau... duke's concern for all the people they'd lost this night. People are the true strength o...reat House, Paul thought. And he remembered Hawat's words: "Parting with people i...adness...lace is onl...lace ."

"They're using Sardaukar," Jessica said. "We must wait until the Sardaukar have been withdrawn."

"They think us caught between the desert and the Sardaukar," Paul said. "They intend that there be no Atreides survivor...otal extermination. Do not count on any of our people escaping."

"They cannot go on indefinitely risking exposure of the Emperor's part in this."

"Can't they?"

"Some of our people are bound to escape."

"Are they?"

Jessica turned away, frightened of the bitter strength in her son's voice, hearing the precise assessment of chances. She sensed that his mind had leaped ahead of her, that it now saw more in some respects than she did. She had helped train the intelligence which did this, but now she found herself fearful of it. Her thoughts turned, seeking toward the lost sanctuary of her Duke, and tears burned her eyes.

This is the way it had to be, Let...he thought. "A time of love an...ime of grief ." She rested her hand on her abdomen, awareness focused on the embryo there...ave the Atreides daughte...as ordered to produce, but the Reverend Mother was wrong...aughter wouldn't have saved my Leto. This child is only life reaching for the future in the midst of death...onceived out of instinct and not out of obedience .

"Try the communinet receiver again," Paul said.

The mind goes on working no matter how we try to hold it bac...he thought.

Jessica found the tiny receiver Idaho had left for them, flipped its switch...reen light glowed on the instrument's face. Tinny screeching came from its speaker. She reduced the volume, hunted across the bands...oice speaking Atreides battle language came into the tent.

" QQQ... . back and regroup at the ridge. Fedor reports no survivors in Carthag and the Guild Bank has been sacked."

Carthag! Jessica thought. That wa...arkonnen hotbed .

"They're Sardaukar," the voice said. "Watch out for Sardaukar in Atreides uniforms. They'r.."

A roaring filled the speaker, then silence.

"Try the other bands," Paul said.

"Do you realize what that means?" Jessica asked.

"I expected it. They want the Guild to blame us for destruction of their bank. With the Guild against us, we're trapped on Arrakis. Try the other bands."

She weighed his words...xpected i...hat had happened to him? Slowly, Jessica returned to the instrument. As she moved the bandslide, they caught glimpses of violence in the few voices calling out in Atreides battle language: "... fallbac... ." "... try to regroup a... ." "... trapped i...ave at... ."

And there was no mistaking the victorious exultation in the Harkonnen gibberish that poured from the other bands. Sharp commands, battle reports. There wasn't enough of it for Jessica to register and break the language, but the tone was obvious.

Harkonnen victory.

Paul shook the pack beside him, hearing the two literjons of water gurgle there. He too...eep breath, looked up through the transparent end of the tent at the rock escarpment outlined against the stars. His left hand felt the sphincter-seal of the tent's entrance. "It'll be dawn soon," he said. "We can wait through the day for Idah...ut not through another night. In the desert, you must travel by night and rest in shade through the day."

Remembered lore insinuated itself into Jessica's mind: Withou...tillsuit...an sitting in shade on the desert needs five liters of wate...ay to maintain body weigh...he felt the slick-soft skin of the stillsuit against her body, thinking how their lives depended on these garments.

"If we leave here, Idaho can't find us," she said.

"There are ways to make any man talk," he said. "If Idaho hasn't returned by dawn, we must consider the possibility he has been captured. How long do you think he could hold out?"

The question required no answer, and she sat in silence.

Paul lifted the seal on the pack, pulled ou...iny micromanual with glowtab and magnifier. Green and orange letters leaped up at him from the pages: "literjons, stilltent, energy caps, recaths, sandsnork, binoculars, stillsuit repkit, baradye pistol, sinkchart, filt-plugs, paracompass, maker hooks, thumpers, Fremkit, fire pilla... . "

So many things for survival on the desert.

Presently, he put the manual aside on the tent floor.

"Where can we possibly go?" Jessica asked.

"My father spoke of desert power ," Paul said. "The Harkonnens cannot rule this planet without it. They've never ruled this planet, nor shall they. Not even with ten thousand legions of Sardaukar."

"Paul, you can't think tha.."

"We've all the evidence in our hands," he said. "Right here in this ten...he tent itself, this pack and its contents, these stillsuits. We know the Guild want...rohibitive price for weather satellites. We know tha.."

"What've weather satellites to do with it?" she asked. "They couldn't possibl... . " She broke off.

Paul sensed the hyperalertness of his mind reading her reactions, computing on minutiae. "You see it now," he said. "Satellites watch the terrain below. There are things in the deep desert that will not bear frequent inspection."

"You're suggesting the Guild itself controls this planet?"

She was so slow.

"No!" he said. "The Fremen! They're paying the Guild for privacy, paying i...oin that's freely available to anyone with desert powe...pice. This is more tha...econd-approximation answer; it's the straight-line computation. Depend on it."

"Paul." Jessica said, "you're no...entat yet; you can't know for sure ho.."

"I'll never b...entat," he said. "I'm something els... ...reak."

"Paul! How can you say suc.."

"Leave me alone!"

He turned away from her, looking out into the night. Why can'...ourn? he wondered. He felt that every fiber of his being craved this release, but it would be denied him forever.

Jessica had never heard such distress in her son's voice. She wanted to reach out to him, hold him, comfort him, help hi...ut she sensed there was nothing she could do. He had to solve this problem by himself.

The glowing tab of the Fremkit manual between them on the tent floor caught her eye. She lifted it, glanced at the flyleaf, reading: "Manual of 'The Friendly Desert,' the place full of life. Here are the ayat and burhan of Life. Believe, and al-Lat shall never burn you."

It reads like the Azhar Boo...he thought, recalling her studies of the Great Secrets. Ha...anipulator of Religions been on Arrakis?

Paul lifted the paracompass from the pack, returned it, said: "Think of all these special-application Fremen machines. They show unrivaled sophistication. Admit it. The culture that made these things betrays depths no one suspected."

Hesitating, still worried by the harshness in his voice, Jessica returned to the book, studied an illustrated constellation from the Arrakeen sky: "Muad'Dib: The Mouse," and noted that the tail pointed north.

Paul stared into the tent's darkness at the dimly discerned movements of his mother revealed by the manual's glowtab. Now is the time to carry out my father's wish, he thought...ust give her his message now while she has time for grief. Grief would inconvenience us late...nd he found himself shocked by precise logic.

"Mother," he said.

"Yes?"

She heard the change in his voice, felt coldness in her entrails at the sound. Never had she heard such harsh control.

"My father is dead," he said.

She searched within herself for the coupling of fact and fact and fac...he Bene Gesserit way of assessing dat...nd it came to her: the sensation of terrifying loss.

Jessica nodded, unable to speak.

"My father charged me once," Paul said, "to give yo...essage if anything happened to him. He feared you might believe he distrusted you."

That useless suspicio...he thought.

"He wanted you to know he never suspected you," Paul said, and explained the deception, adding: "He wanted you to know he always trusted you completely, always loved you and cherished you. He said he would sooner have mistrusted himself and he had but one regre...hat he never made you his Duchess."

She brushed the tears coursing down her cheeks, thought: Wha...tupid waste of the body's water! But she knew this thought for what it wa...he attempt to retreat from grief into anger. Leto, my Let...he thought. What terrible things we do to those we love! Wit...iolent motion, she extinguished the little manual's glowtab.

Sobs shook her.

Paul heard his mother's grief and felt the emptiness within himself...ave no grie...e thought. Why? Why? He felt the inability to grieve a...errible flaw.

"A time to get and time to lose ," Jessica thought, quoting to herself from the O.C. Bible. "A time to keep an...ime to cast away...ime for love an...ime to hate...ime of war an...ime of peac.."

Paul's mind had gone on in its chilling precision. He saw the avenues ahead of them on this hostile planet. Without even the safety valve of dreaming, he focused his prescient awareness, seeing it a...omputation of most probable futures, but with something more, an edge of myster...s though his mind dipped into some timeless stratum and sampled the winds of the future.

Abruptly, as though he had foun...ecessary key, Paul's mind climbed another notch in awareness. He felt himself clinging to this new level, clutching a...recarious hold and peering about. It was as though he existed withi...lobe with avenues radiating away in all direction...et this only approximated the sensation.

He remembered once seein...auze kerchief blowing in the wind and now he sensed the future as though it twisted across some surface as undulant and impermanent as that of the windblown kerchief.

He saw people.

He felt the heat and cold of uncounted probabilities.

He knew names and places, experienced emotions without number, reviewed data of innumerable unexplored crannies. There was time to probe and test and taste, but no time to shape.

The thing wa...pectrum of possibilities from the most remote past to the most remote futur...rom the most probable to the most improbable. He saw his own death in countless ways. He saw new planets, new cultures.

People.

People.

He saw them in such swarms they could not be listed, yet his mind catalogued them.

Even the Guildsmen.

And he thought: The Guil...here'......ay for us, my strangeness accepted a...amiliar thing of high value, always with an assured supply of the now-necessary spice .

But the idea of living out his life in the mind-groping-ahead-through-possible-futures that guided hurtling spaceships appalled him. It wa...ay, though. And in meeting the possible future that contained Guildsmen he recognized his own strangeness.

I have another kind of sight...ee another kind of terrain: the available paths.

The awareness conveyed both reassurance and alar...o many places on that other kind of terrain dipped or turned out of his sight.

As swiftly as it had come, the sensation slipped away from him, and he realized the entire experience had taken the space o...eartbeat.

Yet, his own personal awareness had been turned over, illuminated i...errifying way. He stared around him.

Night still covered the stilltent within its rock-enclosed hideaway. His mother's grief could still be heard.

His own lack of grief could still be fel... . that hollow place somewhere separated from his mind, which went on in its steady pac...ealing with data, evaluating, computing, submitting answers in something like the Mentat way.

And now he saw that he ha...ealth of data few such minds ever before had encompassed. But this made the empty place within him no easier to bear. He felt that something must shatter. It was as thoug...lockwork control fo...omb had been set to ticking within him. It went on about its business no matter what he wanted. It recorded minuscule shadings of difference around hi... slight change in moisture...ractional fall in temperature, the progress of an insect across their stilltent roof, the solemn approach of dawn in the starlighted patch of sky he could see out the tent's transparent end.

The emptiness was unbearable. Knowing how the clockwork had been set in motion made no difference. He could look to his own past and see the start of i...he training, the sharpening of talents, the refined pressures of sophisticated disciplines, even exposure to the O.C. Bible a...ritical momen... . and, lastly, the heavy intake of spice. And he could look ahea...he most terrifying directio...o see where it all pointed.

I'...onster! he thought...reak!

"No," he said. Then: "No. No! NO!"

He found that he was pounding the tent floor with his fists. (The implacable part of him recorded this as an interesting emotional datum and fed it into computation.)

"Paul!"

His mother was beside him, holding his hands, her fac...ray blob peering at him. "Paul, what's wrong?"

"You!" he said.

"I'm here, Paul," she said. "It's all right."

"What have you done to me?" he demanded.

I...urst of clarity, she sensed some of the roots in the question, said: "I gave birth to you."

It was, from instinct as much as her own subtle knowledge, the precisely correct answer to calm him. He felt her hands holding him, focused on the dim outline of her face. (Certain gene traces in her facial structure were noted in the new way by his onflowing mind, the clues added to other data, an...inal-summation answer put forward.)

"Let go of me," he said.

She heard the iron in his voice, obeyed. "Do you want to tell me what's wrong, Paul?"

"Did you know what you were doing when you trained me?" he asked.

There's no more childhood in his voic...he thought. And she said: "I hoped the thing any parent hope...hat you'd b... . superior, different."

"Different?"

She heard the bitterness in his tone, said: "Paul... "

"You didn't wan...on!" he said. "You wante...wisatz Haderach! You wante...ale Bene Gesserit!"

She recoiled from his bitterness. "But Pau... ."

"Did you ever consult my father in this?"

She spoke gently out of the freshness of her grief: "Whatever you are, Paul, the heredity is as much your father as me."

"But not the training," he said. "Not the things tha... . awakene... . the sleeper."

"Sleeper?"

"It's here." He pu...and to his head and then to his breast. "In me. It goes on and on and on and on an.."

"Paul!"

She had heard the hysteria edging his voice.

"Listen to me," he said. "You wanted the Reverend Mother to hear about my dreams: You listen in her place now. I've just ha...aking dream. Do you know why?"

"You must calm yourself," she said. "If there'.."

"The spice," he said, "It's in everything her...he air, the soil, the food. The geriatric spice. It's like the Truthsayer drug. It'...oison!"

She stiffened.

His voice lowered and he repeated: "A poiso...o subtle, so insidiou... . so irreversible. It won't even kill you unless you stop taking it. We can't leave Arrakis unless we take part of Arrakis with us."

The terrifying presence of his voice brooked no dispute.

"You and the spice," Paul said. "The spice changes anyone who gets this much of it, but thanks to yo... could bring the change to consciousness...on't get to leave it in the unconscious where its disturbance can be blanked out...an see it."

"Paul, yo.."

"I see it!" he repeated.

She heard madness in his voice, didn't know what to do.

But he spoke again, and she heard the iron control return to him: "We're trapped here."

We're trapped her...he agreed.

And she accepted the truth of his words. No pressure of the Bene Gesserit, no trickery or artifice could pry them completely free from Arrakis: the spice was addictive. Her body had known the fact long before her mind awakened to it.

So here we live out our live...he thought, on this hell-planet. The place is prepared for us, if we can evade the Harkonnens. And there's no doubt of my course...roodmare preserving an important bloodline for the Bene Gesserit Plan .

"I must tell you about my waking dream," Paul said. (Now there was fury in his voice.) "To be sure you accept wha...ay, I'll tell you firs...now you'll bea...aughter, my sister, here on Arrakis."

Jessica placed her hands against the tent floor, pressed back against the curving fabric wall to stil...ang of fear. She knew her pregnancy could not show yet. Only her own Bene Gesserit training had allowed her to read the first faint signals of her body, to know of the embryo onl...ew weeks old.

"Only to serve," Jessica whispered, clinging to the Bene Gesserit motto. "We exist only to serve."

"We'll fin...ome among the Fremen," Paul said, "where your Missionaria Protectiva has bought u...olt hole."

They've prepare...ay for us in the deser...essica told herself. But how can he know of the Missionaria Protectiva? She found it increasingly difficult to subdue her terror at the overpowering strangeness in Paul.

He studied the dark shadow of her, seeing her fear and every reaction with his new awareness as though she were outlined in blinding light...eginning of compassion for her crept over him.

"The things that can happen here...annot begin to tell you," he said. "I cannot even begin to tell myself, although I've seen them. This sense of the futur... seem to have no control over it. The thing just happens. The immediate futur...ay...ea... can see some of tha... ...oad as broad as our Central Avenue on Caladan. Some place...on't se... . shadowed place... . as though it went behin...ill" (and again he thought of the surface o...lowing kerchief) " QQQ... . and there are branching... . "

He fell silent as memory of that seeing filled him. No prescient dream, no experience of his life had quite prepared him for the totality with which the veils had been ripped away to reveal naked time.

Recalling the experience, he recognized his own terrible purpos...he pressure of his life spreading outward like an expanding bubbl... . time retreating before i... .

Jessica found the tent's glowtab control, activated it.

Dim green light drove back the shadows, easing her fear. She looked at Paul's face, his eye...he inward stare. And she knew where she had seen suc...ook before: pictured in records of disaster...n the faces of children who experienced starvation or terrible injury. The eyes were like pits, mout...traight line, cheeks indrawn.

It's the look of terrible awarenes...he thought, of someone forced to the knowledge of his own mortality.

He was, indeed, no longe...hild.

The underlying import of his words began to take over in her mind, pushing all else aside. Paul could see ahead...ay of escape for them.

"There'...ay to evade the Harkonnens," she said.

"The Harkonnens!" he sneered. "Put those twisted humans out of your mind." He stared at his mother, studying the lines of her face in the light of the glowtab. The lines betrayed her.

She said: "You shouldn't refer to people as humans withou.."

"Don't be so sure you know where to draw the line," he said. "We carry our past with us. And, mother mine, there'...hing you don't know and shoul...e are Harkonnens."

Her mind di...errifying thing: it blanked out as though it needed to shut off all sensation. But Paul's voice went on at that implacable pace, dragging her with it.

"When next you fin...irror, study your fac...tudy mine now. The traces are there if you don't blind yourself. Look at my hands, the set of my bones. And if none of this convinces you, then take my word for it. I've walked the future, I've looked a...ecord, I've see...lace...ave all the data. We're Harkonnens."

"... . renegade branch of the family," she said. "That's it, isn't it? Some Harkonnen cousin wh.."

......QQ "You're the Baron's own daughter," he said, and watched the way she pressed her hands to her mouth. "The Baron sampled many pleasures in his youth, and once permitted himself to be seduced. But it was for the genetic purposes of the Bene Gesserit, by one of you ."

The way he said you struck her lik...lap. But it set her mind to working and she could not deny his words. So many blank ends of meaning in her past reached out now and linked. The daughter the Bene Gesserit wante...t wasn't to end the old Atreides-Harkonnen feud, but to fix some genetic factor in their lines. What? She groped for an answer.

As though he saw inside her mind, Paul said: "They thought they were reaching for me. But I'm not what they expected, and I've arrived before my time. And they don't know it."

Jessica pressed her hands to her mouth.

Great Mother! He's the Kwisatz Haderach!

She felt exposed and naked before him, realizing then that he saw her with eyes from which little could be hidden. And tha...he knew, was the basis of her fear.

"You're thinking I'm the Kwisatz Haderach," he said. "Put that out of your mind. I'm something unexpected."

I must get word out to one of the school...he thought. The mating index may show what has happened .

"They won't learn about me until it's too late," he said.

She sought to divert him, lowered her hands and said: "We'll fin...lace among the Fremen?"

"The Fremen hav...aying they credit to Shai-hulud, Old Father Eternity," he said. "They say: 'Be prepared to appreciate what you meet.' "

And he thought: Yes, mother min...mong the Fremen. You'll acquire the blue eyes an...allus beside your lovely nose from the filter tube to your stillsui... . and you'll bear my sister: St. Alia of the Knife .

"If you're not the Kwisatz Haderach," Jessica said, "wha.."

"You couldn't possibly know," he said. "You won't believe it until you see it."

And he thought: I'...eed .

He suddenly saw how fertile was the ground into which he had fallen, and with this realization, the terrible purpose filled him, creeping through the empty place within, threatening to choke him with grief.

He had seen two main branchings along the way ahea...n one he confronted an evil old Baron and said: "Hello, Grandfather." The thought of that path and what lay along it sickened him.

The other path held long patches of grey obscurity except for peaks of violence. He had see...arrior religion there...ire spreading across the universe with the Atreides green and black banner waving at the head of fanatic legions drunk on spice liquor. Gurney Halleck an...ew others of his father's me... pitiful fe...ere among them, all marked by the hawk symbol from the shrine of his father's skull.

"I can't go that way," he muttered. "That's what the old witches of your schools really want."

"I don't understand you, Paul," his mother said.

He remained silent, thinking like the seed he was, thinking with the race consciousness he had first experienced as terrible purpose. He found that he no longer could hate the Bene Gesserit or the Emperor or even the Harkonnens. They were all caught up in the need of their race to renew its scattered inheritance, to cross and mingle and infuse their bloodlines i...reat new pooling of genes. And the race knew only one sure way for thi...he ancient way, the tried and certain way that rolled over everything in its path: jihad.

Surely...annot choose that wa...e thought.

But he saw again in his mind's eye the shrine of his father's skull and the violence with the green and black banner waving in its midst.

Jessica cleared her throat, worried by his silence. "The... . the Fremen will give us sanctuary?"

He looked up, staring across the green-lighted tent at the inbred, patrician lines of her face. "Yes," he said. "That's one of the ways." He nodded. "Yes. They'll call m... . Muad'Dib, 'The One Who Points the Way.' Ye... . that's what they'll call me."

And he closed his eyes, thinking: Now, my father...an mourn yo...nd he felt the tears coursing down his cheeks.

Book Two

MUAD'DIB

When my father, the Padishah Emperor, heard of Duke Leto's death and the manner of it, he went into suc...age as we had never before seen. He blamed my mother and the compact forced on him to plac...ene Gesserit on the throne. He blamed the Guild and the evil old Baron. He blamed everyone in sight, not excepting even me, for he sai...a...itch like all the others. And whe...ought to comfort him, saying it was done according to an older law of self-preservation to which even the most ancient rulers gave allegiance, he sneered at me and asked i...hought hi...eakling...aw then that he had been aroused to this passion not by concern over the dead Duke but by what that death implied for all royalty. A...ook back on it...hink there may have been some prescience in my father, too, for it is certain that his line and Muad'Dib's shared common ancestry.

- "In My Father's House," by the Princess Irulan

"Now Harkonnen shall kill Harkonnen," Paul whispered.

He had awakened shortly before nightfall, sitting up in the sealed and darkened stilltent. As he spoke, he heard the vague stirrings of his mother where she slept against the tent's opposite wall.

Paul glanced at the proximity detector on the floor, studying the dials illuminated in the blackness by phosphor tubes.

"It should be night soon," his mother said. "Why don't you lift the tent shades?"

Paul realized then that her breathing had been different for some time, that she had lain silent in the darkness until certain he was awake.

"Lifting the shades wouldn't help," he said. "There's bee...torm. The tent's covered by sand. I'll dig us out soon."

"No sign of Duncan yet?"

"None."

Paul rubbed absently at the ducal signet on his thumb, an...udden rage against the very substance of this planet which had helped kill his father set him trembling.

"I heard the storm begin," Jessica said.

The undemanding emptiness of her words helped restore some of his calm. His mind focused on the storm as he had seen it begin through the transparent end of their stillten...old dribbles of sand crossing the basin, then runnels and tails furrowing the sky. He had looked up t...ock spire, seen it change shape under the blast, becomin...ow, Cheddar-colored wedge. Sand funneled into their basin had shadowed the sky with dull curry, then blotted out all light as the tent was covered.

Tent bows had creaked once as they accepted the pressure, the...ilence broken only by the dim bellows wheezing of their sand snorkel pumping air from the surface.

"Try the receiver again," Jessica said.

"No use," he said.

He found his stillsuit's watertube in its clip at his neck, dre...arm swallow into his mouth, and he thought that here he truly began an Arrakeen existenc...iving on reclaimed moisture from his own breath and body. It was flat and tasteless water, but it soothed his throat.

Jessica heard Paul drinking, felt the slickness of her own stillsuit clinging to her body, but she refused to accept her thirst. To accept it would require awakening fully into the terrible necessities of Arrakis where they must guard even fractional traces of moisture, hoarding the few drops in the tent's catchpockets, begrudgin...reath wasted on the open air.

So much easier to drift back down into sleep.

But there had bee...ream in this day's sleep, and she shivered at memory of it. She had held dreaming hands beneath sandflow wher...ame had been written: Duke Leto Atreide...he name had blurred with the sand and she had moved to restore it, but the first letter filled before the last was begun.

The sand would not stop.

Her dream became wailing: louder and louder. That ridiculous wailin...art of her mind had realized the sound was her own voice a...iny child, little more tha...aby...oman not quite visible to memory was going away.

My unknown mothe...essica thought. The Bene Gesserit who bore me and gave me to the Sisters because that's what she was commanded to do. Was she glad to rid herself o...arkonnen child?

"The place to hit them is in the spice," Paul said.

How can he think of attack a...ime like this? she asked herself.

"An entire planet full of spice," she said. "How can you hit them there?"

She heard him stirring, the sound of their pack being dragged across the tent floor.

"It was sea power and air power on Caladan," he said. "Here, it's desert powe...he Fremen are the key."

His voice came from the vicinity of the tent's sphincter. Her Bene Gesserit training sensed in his tone an unresolved bitterness toward her.

All his life he has been trained to hate Harkonnen...he thought. Now, he finds he is Harkonne... . because of me. How little he knows me...as my Duke's only woman...ccepted his life and his values even to defying my Bene Gesserit orders .

The tent's glowtab came alight under Paul's hand, filled the domed area with green radiance. Paul crouched at the sphincter, his stillsuit hood adjusted for the open deser...orehead capped, mouth filter in place, nose plugs adjusted. Only his dark eyes were visible...arrow band of face that turned once toward her and away.

"Secure yourself for the open," he said, and his voice was blurred behind the filter.

Jessica pulled the filter across her mouth, began adjusting her hood as she watched Paul break the tent seal.

Sand rasped as he opened the sphincter an...urred fizzle of grains ran into the tent before he could immobilize it wit...tatic compaction tool...ole grew in the sandwall as the tool realigned the grains. He slipped out and her ears followed his progress to the surface.

What will we find out there? she wondered. Harkonnen troops and the Sardaukar, those are dangers we can expect. But what of the dangers we don't know?

She thought of the compaction tool and the other strange instruments in the pack. Each of these tools suddenly stood in her mind a...ign of mysterious dangers.

She felt the...ot breeze from surface sand touch her cheeks where they were exposed above the filter.

"Pass up the pack." It was Paul's voice, low and guarded.

She moved to obey, heard the water literjons gurgle as she shoved the pack across the floor. She peered upward, saw Paul framed against stars.

"Here," he said and reached down, pulled the pack to the surface.

Now she saw only the circle of stars. They were like the luminous tips of weapons aimed down at her...hower of meteors crossed her patch of night. The meteors seemed to her lik...arning, like tiger stripes, like luminous grave slats clabbering her blood. And she felt the chill of the price on their heads.

"Hurry up," Paul said. "I want to collapse the tent."

A shower of sand from the surface brushed her left hand. How much sand will the hand hold? She asked herself.

"Shal...elp you?" Paul asked.

"No."

She swallowed i...ry throat, slipped into the hole, felt static-packed sand rasp under her hands. Paul reached down, took her arm. She stood beside him o...mooth patch of starlit desert, stared around. Sand almost brimmed their basin, leaving onl...im lip of surrounding rock. She probed the farther darkness with her trained senses.

Noise of small animals.

Birds.

A fall of dislodged sand and faint creature sounds within it.

Paul collapsing their tent, recovering it up the hole.

Starlight displaced just enough of the night to charge each shadow with menace. She looked at patches of blackness.

Black i...lind rememberin...he thought. You listen for pack sounds, for the cries of those who hunted your ancestors i...ast so ancient only your most primitive cells remember. The ears see. The nostrils see .

Presently, Paul stood beside her, said: " Duncan told me that if he was captured, he could hold ou... . this long. We must leave here now." He shouldered the pack, crossed to the shallow lip of the basin, climbed t...edge that looked down on open desert.

Jessica followed automatically, noting how she now lived in her son's orbit.

For now is my grief heavier than the sands of the sea...he thought. This world has emptied me of all but the oldest purpose: tomorrow's life...ive now for my young Duke and the daughter yet to be .

She felt the sand drag her feet as she climbed to Paul's side.

He looked north acros...ine of rocks, studyin...istant escarpment.

The faraway rock profile was like an ancient battleship of the seas outlined by stars. The long swish of it lifted on an invisible wave with syllables of boomerang antennae, funnels arcing back...i-shaped upthrusting at the stern.

An orange glare burst above the silhouette an...ine of brilliant purple cut downward toward the glare.

Another line of purple!

And another upthrusting orange glare!

It was like an ancient naval battle, remembered shellfire, and the sight held them staring.

"Pillars of fire," Paul whispered.

A ring of red eyes lifted over the distant rock. Lines of purple laced the sky.

"Jetflares and lasguns," Jessica said.

The dust-reddened first moon of Arrakis lifted above the horizon to their left and they sa...torm trail ther... ribbon of movement over the desert.

"It must be Harkonnen 'thopters hunting us," Paul said. "The way they're cutting up the deser... . it's as though they were making certain they stamped out whatever's ther... . the way you'd stamp ou...est of insects."

"O...est of Atreides," Jessica said.

"We must seek cover," Paul said. "We'll head south and keep to the rocks. If they caught us in the ope... ." He turned, adjusting the pack to his shoulders. "They're killing anything that moves."

He took one step along the ledge and, in that instant, heard the low hiss of gliding aircraft, saw the dark shapes of ornithopters above them.

My father once told me that respect for the truth comes close to being the basis for all morality. "Something cannot emerge from nothing," he said. This is profound thinking if you understand how unstable "the truth" can be.

- from "Conversations with Muad'Dib" by the Princess Irulan

"I've always prided myself on seeing things the way they truly are," Thufir Hawat said. "That's the curse of bein...entat. You can't stop analyzing your data."

The leathered old face appeared composed in the predawn dimness as he spoke. His sapho-stained lips were drawn int...traight line with radial creases spreading upward.

A robed man squatted silently on sand across from Hawat, apparently unmoved by the words.

The two crouched beneat...ock overhang that looked down o...ide, shallow sink. Dawn was spreading over the shattered outline of cliffs across the basin, touching everything with pink. It was cold under the overhang...ry and penetrating chill left over from the night. There had bee...arm wind just before dawn, but now it was cold. Hawat could hear teeth chattering behind him among the few troopers remaining in his force.

The man squatting across from Hawat wa...remen who had come across the sink in the first light of false dawn, skittering over the sand, blending into the dunes, his movements barely discernible.

The Fremen extende...inger to the sand between them, dre...igure there. It looked lik...owl with an arrow spilling out of it. "There are many Harkonnen patrols," he said. He lifted his finger, pointed upward across the cliffs that Hawat and his men had descended.

Hawat nodded.

Many patrols. Yes .

But still he did not know what this Fremen wanted and this rankled. Mentat training was supposed to giv...an the power to see motives.

This had been the worst night of Hawat's life. He had been at Tsimpo...arrison village, buffer outpost for the former capital city, Carthag, when the reports of attack began arriving. At first, he'd thought: It'...aid. The Harkonnens are testing.

But report followed repor...aster and faster.

Two legions landed at Carthag.

Five legion...ifty brigades...ttacking the Duke's main base at Arrakeen.

A legion at Arsunt.

Two battle groups at Splintered Rock.

Then the reports became more detaile...here were Imperial Sardaukar among the attacker...ossibly two legions of them. And it became clear that the invaders knew precisely which weight of arms to send where. Precisely! Superb Intelligence.

Hawat's shocked fury had mounted until it threatened the smooth functioning of his Mentat capabilities. The size of the attack struck his mind lik...hysical blow.

Now, hiding beneat...it of desert rock, he nodded to himself, pulled his torn and slashed tunic around him as though warding off the cold shadows.

The size of the attack .

He had always expected their enemy to hire an occasional lighter from the Guild for probing raids. That was an ordinary enough gambit in this kind of House-to-House warfare. Lighters landed and took off on Arrakis regularly to transport the spice for House Atreides. Hawat had taken precautions against random raids by false spice lighters. Fo...ull attack they'd expected no more than ten brigades.

But there were more than two thousand ships down on Arrakis at the last coun...ot just lighters, but frigates, scouts, monitors, crushers, troop-carriers, dump-boxe... .

More tha...undred brigade...en legions!

The entire spice income of Arrakis for fifty years might just cover the cost of suc...enture.

It might .

I underestimated what the Baron was willing to spend in attacking u...awat thought...ailed my Duke.

Then there was the matter of the traitor.

I will live long enough to see her strangled! he thought...hould've killed that Bene Gesserit witch whe...ad the chanc...here was no doubt in his mind who had betrayed the...he Lady Jessica. She fitted all the facts available.

"Your man Gurney Halleck and part of his force are safe with our smuggler friends," the Fremen said.

"Good."

So Gurney will get off this hell planet. We 're not all gone .

Hawat glanced back at the huddle of his men. He had started the night just past with three hundred of his finest. Of those, an even twenty remained and half of them were wounded. Some of them slept now, standing up, leaning against the rock, sprawled on the sand beneath the rock. Their last 'thopter, the one they'd been using a...round-effect machine to carry their wounded, had given out just before dawn. They had cut it up with lasguns and hidden the pieces, then worked their way down into this hiding place at the edge of the basin.

Hawat had onl...ough idea of their locatio...ome two hundred kilometers southeast of Arrakeen. The main traveled ways between the Shield Wall sietch communities were somewhere south of them.

The Fremen across from Hawat threw back his hood and stillsuit cap to reveal sandy hair and beard. The hair was combed straight back fro...igh, thin forehead. He had the unreadable total blue eyes of the spice diet. Beard and mustache were stained at one side of the mouth, his hair matted there by pressure of the looping catchtube from his nose plugs.

The man removed his plugs, readjusted them. He rubbed a...car beside his nose.

"If you cross the sink here this night," the Fremen said, "you must not use shields. There i...reak in the wal... . " He turned on his heels, pointed south. " QQQ... . there, and it is open sand down to the erg. Shields will attrac... ..." He hesitated. "... worm. They don't often come in here, bu...hield will bring one every time."

He said wor...awat thought. He was going to say something else. What? And what does he want of us?

Hawat sighed.

He could not recall ever before being this tired. It wa...uscle weariness that energy pills were unable to ease.

Those damnable Sardaukar!

Wit...elf-accusing bitterness, he faced the thought of the soldier-fanatics and the Imperial treachery they represented. His own Mentat assessment of the data told him how little chance he had ever to present evidence of this treachery before the High Council of the Landsraad where justice might be done.

"Do you wish to go to the smugglers?" the Fremen asked.

"Is it possible?"

"The way is long."

"Fremen don't like to say no ," Idaho had told him once.

Hawat said: "You haven't yet told me whether your people can help my wounded."

"They are wounded."

The same damned answer every time!

"We know they're wounded!" Hawat snapped. "That's not th.."

"Peace, friend," the Fremen cautioned. "What do your wounded say? Are there those among them who can see the water need of your tribe?"

"We haven't talked about water," Hawat said. "W.."

"I can understand your reluctance," the Fremen said. "They are your friends, your tribesmen. Do you have water?"

"Not enough."

The Fremen gestured to Hawat's tunic, the skin exposed beneath it. "You were caught in-sietch, without your suits. You must mak...ater decision, friend."

"Can we hire your help?"

The Fremen shrugged. "You have no water." He glanced at the group behind Hawat. "How many of your wounded would you spend?"

Hawat fell silent, staring at the man. He could see a...entat that their communication was out of phase. Word-sounds were not being linked up here in the normal manner.

"I am Thufir Hawat," he said. "I can speak for my Duke...ill make promissory commitment now for your help...is...imited form of help, preserving my force long enough only to kil...raitor who thinks herself beyond vengeance."

"You wish our siding i...endetta?"

"The vendetta I'll handle myself...ish to be freed of responsibility for my wounded tha...ay get about it."

The Fremen scowled. "How can you be responsible for your wounded? They are their own responsibility. The water's at issue, Thufir Hawat. Would you have me take that decision away from you?"

The man pu...and t...eapon concealed beneath his robe.

Hawat tensed, wondering: Is there betrayal here?

"What do you fear?" the Fremen demanded.

These people and their disconcerting directness! Hawat spoke cautiously. "There'...rice on my head."

"Ah-h-h-h." The Fremen removed his hand from his weapon. "You think we have the Byzantine corruption. You don't know us. The Harkonnens have not water enough to buy the smallest child among us."

But they had the price of Guild passage for more than two thousand fighting ship...awat thought. And the size of that price still staggered him.

"We both fight Harkonnens," Hawat said. "Should we not share the problems and ways of meeting the battle issue?"

"We are sharing," the Fremen said. "I have seen you fight Harkonnens. You are good. There've been times I'd have appreciated your arm beside me."

"Say where my arm may help you," Hawat said.

"Who knows?" the Fremen asked. "There are Harkonnen forces everywhere. But you still have not made the water decision or put it to your wounded."

I must be cautiou...awat told himself. There'...hing here that's not understood .

He said: "Will you show me your way, the Arrakeen way?"

"Stranger-thinking," the Fremen said, and there wa...neer in his tone. He pointed to the northwest across the clifftop. "We watched you come across the sand last night." He lowered his arm. "You keep your force on the slip-face of the dunes. Bad. You have no stillsuits, no water. You will not last long."

"The ways of Arrakis don't come easily," Hawat said.

"Truth. But we've killed Harkonnens."

"What do you do with your own wounded? "Hawat demanded.

"Doe...an not know when he is worth saving?" the Fremen asked. "Your wounded know you have no water." He tilted his head, looking sideways up at Hawat. "This is clearl...ime for water decision. Both wounded and unwounded must look to the tribe's future."

The tribe's futur...awat thought. The tribe of Atreides. There's sense in tha...e forced himself to the question he had been avoiding.

"Have you word of my Duke or his son?"

Unreadable blue eyes stared upward into Hawat's. "Word?"

"Their fate!" Hawat snapped.

"Fate is the same for everyone," the Fremen said. "Your Duke, it is said, has met his fate. As to the Lisan al-Gaib, his son, that is in Liet's hands. Liet has not said."

I knew the answer without askin...awat thought.

He glanced back at his men. They were all awake now. They had heard. They were staring out across the sand, the realization in their expressions: there was no returning to Caladan for them, and now Arrakis was lost.

Hawat turned back to the Fremen. "Have you heard of Duncan Idaho?"

"He was in the great house when the shield went down," the Fremen said. "This I've hear... . no more."

She dropped the shield and let in the Harkonnen...e thought...as the one who sat with my back t...oor. How could she do this when it meant turning also against her own son? Bu... . who knows ho...ene Gesserit witch think... . if you can call it thinking?

Hawat tried to swallow i...ry throat. "When will you hear about the boy?"

"We know little of what happens in Arrakeen," the Fremen said. He shrugged. "Who knows?"

"You have ways of finding out?"

"Perhaps." The Fremen rubbed at the scar beside his nose. "Tell me, Thufir Hawat, do you have knowledge of the big weapons the Harkonnens used?"

The artiller...awat thought bitterly. Who could have guessed they'd use artillery in this day of shields?

"You refer to the artillery they used to trap our people in the caves," he said. "I'v... . theoretical knowledge of such explosive weapons."

"Any man who retreats int...ave which has only one opening deserves to die," the Fremen said.

"Why do you ask about these weapons?"

"Liet wishes it."

Is that what he wants from us? Hawat wondered. He said: "Did you come here seeking information about the big guns?"

"Liet wished to see one of the weapons for himself."

"Then you should just go take one," Hawat sneered.

"Yes," the Fremen said. "We took one. We have it hidden where Stilgar can study it for Liet and where Liet can see it for himself if he wishes. Bu...oubt he'll want to: the weapon is no...ery good one. Poor design for Arrakis."

"Yo... . took one?" Hawat asked.

"It wa...ood fight," the Fremen said. "We lost only two men and spilled the water from more tha...undred of theirs."

There were Sardaukar at every gu...awat thought. This desert madman speaks casually of losing only two men against Sardaukar!

"We would not have lost the two except for those others fighting beside the Harkonnens," the Fremen said. "Some of those are good fighters."

One of Hawat's men limped forward, looked down at the squatting Fremen. "Are you talking about Sardaukar?"

"He's talking about Sardaukar," Hawat said.

"Sardaukar!" the Fremen said, and there appeared to be glee in his voice. "Ah-h-h, so that's what they are! This wa...ood night indeed. Sardaukar. Which legion? Do you know?"

"W... . don't know," Hawat said.

"Sardaukar," the Fremen mused. "Yet they wear Harkonnen clothing. Is that not strange?"

"The Emperor does not wish it known he fights agains...reat House," Hawat said.

"But you know they are Sardaukar."

"Who am I?" Hawat asked bitterly.

"You are Thufir Hawat," the man said matter-of-factly. "Well, we would have learned it in time. We've sent three of them captive to be questioned by Liet's men."

Hawat's aide spoke slowly, disbelief in every word: "Yo... . captured Sardaukar?"

"Only three of them," the Fremen said. "They fought well."

If only we'd had the time to link up with these Freme...awat thought. It wa...our lament in his mind. If only we could've trained them and armed them. Great Mother, wha...ighting force we'd have had!

"Perhaps you delay because of worry over the Lisan al-Gaib," the Fremen said. "If he is truly the Lisan al-Gaib, harm cannot touch him. Do not spend thoughts o...atter which has not been proved."

"I serve th... . Lisan al-Gaib," Hawat said. "His welfare is my concern. I've pledged myself to this."

"You are pledged to his water?"

Hawat glanced at his aide, who was still staring at the Fremen, returned his attention to the squatting figure. "To his water, yes."

"You wish to return to Arrakeen, to the place of his water?"

"T... . yes, to the place of his water."

"Why did you not say at first it wa...ater matter?" The Fremen stood up, seated his nose plugs firmly.

Hawat motioned with his head for his aide to return to the others. Wit...ired shrug, the man obeyed. Hawat hear...ow-voiced conversation arise among the men.

The Fremen said: "There is alway...ay to water."

Behind Hawat...an cursed. Hawat's aide called: "Thufir! Arkie just died."

The Fremen pu...ist to his ear. "The bond of water! It'...ign!" He stared at Hawat. "We hav...lace nearby for accepting the water. Shal...all my men?"

The aide returned to Hawat's side, said: "Thufir...ouple of the men left wives in Arrakeen. They'r... . well, you know how it is a...ime like this."

The Fremen still held his fist to his ear. "Is it the bond of water, Thufir Hawat?" he demanded.

Hawat's mind was racing. He sensed now the direction of the Fremen's words, but feared the reaction of the tired men under the rock overhang when they understood it.

"The bond of water," Hawat said.

"Let our tribes be joined," the Fremen said, and he lowered his fist.

As though that were the signal, four men slid and dropped down from the rocks above them. They darted back under the overhang, rolled the dead man i...oose robe, lifted him and began running with him along the cliff wall to the right. Spurts of dust lifted around their running feet.

It was over before Hawat's tired men could gather their wits. The group with the body hanging lik...ack in its enfolding robe was gone aroun...urn in the cliff.

One of Hawat's men shouted: "Where they going with Arkie? He wa.."

"They're taking him t... . bury him," Hawat said.

"Fremen don't bury their dead!" the man barked. "Don't you try any tricks on us, Thufir. We know what they do. Arkie was one o.."

" Paradise were sure fo...an who died in the service of Lisan al-Gaib," the Fremen said. "If it is the Lisan al-Gaib you serve, as you have said it, why raise mourning cries? The memory of one who died in this fashion will live as long as the memory of man endures."

But Hawat's men advanced, angry looks on their faces. One had capture...asgun. He started to draw it.

"Stop right where you are!" Hawat barked. He fought down the sick fatigue that gripped his muscles. "These people respect our dead. Customs differ, but the meaning's the same."

"They're going to render Arkie down for his water," the man with the lasgun snarled.

"Is it that your men wish to attend the ceremony?" the Fremen asked.

He doesn't even see the proble...awat thought. The naivete of the Fremen was frightening.

"They're concerned fo...espected comrade," Hawat said.

"We will treat your comrade with the same reverence we treat our own," the Fremen said. "This is the bond of water. We know the rites...an's flesh is his own; the water belongs to the tribe."

Hawat spoke quickly as the man with the lasgun advanced another step. "Will you now help our wounded?"

"One does not question the bond," the Fremen said. "We will do for you wha...ribe does for its own. First, we must get all of you suited and see to the necessities."

The man with the lasgun hesitated.

Hawat's aide said: "Are we buying help with Arkie'... . water?"

"Not buying," Hawat said. "We've joined these people."

"Customs differ," one of his men muttered.

Hawat began to relax.

"And they'll help us get to Arrakeen?"

"We will kill Harkonnens," the Fremen said. He grinned. "And Sardaukar." He stepped backward, cupped his hands beside his ears and tipped his head back, listening. Presently, he lowered his hands, said: "An aircraft comes. Conceal yourselves beneath the rock and remain' motionless."

A...esture from Hawat, his men obeyed.

The Fremen took Hawat's arm, pressed him back with the others. "We will fight in the time of fighting," the man said. He reached beneath his robes, brought ou...mall cage, lifte...reature from it.

Hawat recognize...iny bat. The bat turned its head and Hawat saw its blue-within-blue eyes.

The Fremen stroked the bat, soothing it, crooning to it. He bent over the animal's head, allowe...rop of saliva to fall from his tongue into the bat's upturned mouth. The bat stretched its wings, but remained on the Fremen's opened hand. The man too...iny tube, held it beside the bat's head and chattered into the tube; then, lifting the creature high, he threw it upward.

The bat swooped away beside the cliff and was lost to sight.

The Fremen folded the cage, thrust it beneath his robe. Again, he bent his head, listening. "They quarter the high country," he said. "One wonders who they seek up there."

"It's known that we retreated in this direction," Hawat said.

"One should never presume one is the sole object o...unt," the Fremen said. "Watch the other side of the basin. You will se...hing."

Time passed.

......QQ Some of Hawat's men stirred, whispering.

"Remain silent as frightened animals," the Fremen hissed.

Hawat discerned movement near the opposite clif...litting blurs of tan on tan.

"My little friend carried his message," the Fremen said. "He i...ood messenge...ay or night. I'll be unhappy to lose that one."

The movement across the sink faded away. On the entire four to five kilometer expanse of sand nothing remained but the growing pressure of the day's hea...lurred columns of rising air.

"Be most silent now," the Fremen whispered.

A file of plodding figures emerged fro...reak in the opposite cliff, headed directly across the sink. To Hawat, they appeared to be Fremen, bu...uriously inept band. He counted six men making heavy going of it over the dunes.

A "thwok-thwok" of ornithopter wings sounded high to the right behind Hawat's group. The craft came over the cliff wall above the...n Atreides 'thopter with Harkonnen battle colors splashed on it. The 'thopter swooped toward the men crossing the sink.

The group there stopped o...une crest, waved.

The 'thopter circled once over them i...ight curve, came back fo...ust-shrouded landing in front of the Fremen. Five men swarmed from the 'thopter and Hawat saw the dust-repellent shimmering of shields and, in their motions, the hard competence of Sardaukar.

"Aiihh! They use their stupid shields," the Fremen beside Hawat hissed. He glanced toward the open south wall of the sink.

"They are Sardaukar," Hawat whispered.

"Good."

The Sardaukar approached the waiting group of Fremen in an enclosing half-circle. Sun glinted on blades held ready. The Fremen stood i...ompact group, apparently indifferent.

Abruptly, the sand around the two groups sprouted Fremen. They were at the ornithopter, then in it. Where the two groups had met at the dune crest...ust cloud partly obscured violent motion.

Presently, dust settled. Only Fremen remained standing.

"They left only three men in their 'thopter," the Fremen beside Hawat said. "That was fortunate...on't believe we had to damage the craft in taking it."

Behind Hawat, one of his men whispered: "Those were Sardaukar!"

"Did you notice how well they fought?" the Fremen asked.

Hawat too...eep breath. He smelled the burned dust around him, felt the heat, the dryness. I...oice to match that dryness, he said: "Yes, they fought well, indeed."

The captured 'thopter took off wit...urching flap of wings, angled upward to the south i...teep, wing-tucked climb.

So these Fremen can handle 'thopters, to...awat thought.

On the distant dune...remen wave...quare of green cloth: onc... . twice.

"More come!" the Fremen beside Hawat barked. "Be ready. I'd hoped to have us away without more inconvenience."

Inconvenience! Hawat thought.

He saw two more 'thopters swooping from high in the west onto an area of sand suddenly devoid of visible Fremen. Only eight splotches of blu...he bodies of the Sardaukar in Harkonnen uniform...emained at the scene of violence.

Another 'thopter glided in over the cliff wall above Hawat. He drew i...harp breath as he saw i... big troop carrier. It flew with the slow, spread-wing heaviness o...ull loa...ik...iant bird coming to its nest.

In the distance, the purple finger o...asgun beam flicked from one of the diving 'thopters. It laced across the sand, raisin...harp trail of dust.

"The cowards!" the Fremen beside Hawat rasped.

The troop carrier settled toward the patch of blue-clad bodies. Its wings crept out to full reach, began the cupping action o...uick stop.

Hawat's attention was caught b...lash of sun on metal to the south...#039;thopter plummeting there i...ower dive, wings folded flat against its sides, its jet...olden flare against the dark silvered gray of the sky. It plunged like an arrow toward the troop carrier which was unshielded because of the lasgun activity around it. Straight into the carrier the diving 'thopter plunged.

A flaming roar shook the basin. Rocks tumbled from the cliff walls all around...eyser of red-orange shot skyward from the sand where the carrier and its companion 'thopters had bee...verything there caught in the flame.

It was the Fremen who took off in that captured 'thopte...awat thought. He deliberately sacrificed himself to get that carrier. Great Mother! What are these Fremen?

"A reasonable exchange," said the Fremen beside Hawat. "There must've been three hundred men in that carrier. Now, we must see to their water and make plans to get another aircraft." He started to step out of their rock-shadowed concealment.

A rain of blue uniforms came over the cliff wall in front of him, falling in low-suspensor slowness. In the flashing instant, Hawat had time to see that they were Sardaukar, hard faces set in battle frenzy, that they were unshielded and each carrie...nife in one hand...tunner in the other.

A thrown knife caught Hawat's Fremen companion in the throat, hurling him backward, twisting face down. Hawat had only time to draw his own knife before blackness o...tunner projectile felled him.

Muad'Dib could indeed, see the Future, but you must understand the limits of this power. Think of sight. You have eyes, yet cannot see without light. If you are on the floor o...alley, you cannot see beyond your valley. Just so, Muad'Dib could not always choose to look across the mysterious terrain. He tells us tha...ingle obscure decision of prophecy, perhaps the choice of one word over another, could change the entire aspect of the future. He tells us "The vision of time is broad, but when you pass through it, time become...arrow door." And always, he fought the temptation to choos...lear, safe course, warning "That path leads ever down into stagnation."

- from "Arrakis Awakening" by the Princess Irulan

As the ornithopters glided out of the night above them, Paul grabbed his mother's arm, snapped: "Don't move!"

Then he saw the lead craft in the moonlight, the way its wings cupped to brake for landing, the reckless dash of the hands at the controls.

"It's Idaho ," he breathed.

The craft and its companions settled into the basin lik...ovey of birds coming to nest. Idaho was out of his 'thopter and running toward them before the dust settled. Two figures in Fremen robes followed him. Paul recognized one: the tall, sandy-bearded Kynes.

"This way!" Kynes called and he veered left.

Behind Kynes, other Fremen were throwing fabric covers over their ornithopters. The craft becam...ow of shallow dunes.

Idaho skidded t...top in front of Paul, saluted. "M'Lord, the Fremen hav...emporary hiding place nearby where w.."

"What about that back there?"

Paul pointed to the violence above the distant clif...he jetflares, the purple beams of lasguns lacing the desert.

A rare smile touched Idaho 's round, placid face. "M'Lor... . Sire, I've left the...ittle su.."

Glaring white light filled the deser...right a...un, etching their shadows onto the rock floor of the ledge. In one sweeping motion, Idaho had Paul's arm in one hand, Jessica's shoulder in the other, hurling them down off the ledge into the basin. They sprawled together in the sand as the roar of an explosion thundered over them. Its shock wave tumbled chips off the rock ledge they had vacated.

Idaho sat up, brushed sand from himself.

"Not the family atomics!" Jessica said. "I though.."

"You plante...hield back there," Paul said.

"A big one turned to full force," Idaho said. "A lasgun beam touched it an... ." He shrugged.

"Subatomic fusion," Jessica said. "That'...angerous weapon."

"Not weapon, m'Lady, defense. That scum will think twice before using lasguns another time."

The Fremen from the ornithopters stopped above them. One called i...ow voice: "We should get under cover, friends."

Paul got to his feet as Idaho helped Jessica up.

"That blast will attract considerable attention, Sire," Idaho said.

Sir...aul thought.

The word had suc...trange sound when directed at him. Sire had always been his father.

He felt himself touched briefly by his powers of prescience, seeing himself infected by the wild race consciousness that was moving the human universe toward chaos. The vision left him shaken, and he allowed Idaho to guide him along the edge of the basin t...ock projection. Fremen there were openin...ay down into the sand with their compaction tools.

"Ma...ake your pack, Sire?" Idaho asked.

"It's not heavy, Duncan ," Paul said.

"You have no body shield," Idaho said. "Do you wish mine?" He glanced at the distant cliff. "Not likely there'll be any more lasgun activity about."

"Keep your shield, Dunca...our right arm is shield enough for me."

Jessica saw the way the praise took effect, how Idaho moved closer to Paul, and she thought: Suc...ure hand my son has with his people .

The Fremen remove...ock plug that opene...assage down into the native basement complex of the desert...amouflage cover was rigged for the opening.

"This way," one of the Fremen said, and he led them down rock steps into darkness.

Behind them, the cover blotted out the moonlight...im green glow came alive ahead, revealing the steps and rock walls...urn to the left. Robed Fremen were all around them now, pressing downward. They rounded the corner, found another down-slanting passage. It opened int...ough cave chamber.

Kynes stood before them, jubba hood thrown back. The neck of his stillsuit glistening in the green light. His long hair and beard were mussed. The blue eyes without whites wer...arkness under heavy brows.

In the moment of encounter, Kynes wondered at himself: Why a...elping these people? It's the most dangerous thing I've ever done. It could doom me with them .

Then he looked squarely at Paul, seeing the boy who had taken on the mantle of manhood, masking grief, suppressing all except the position that now must be assume...he dukedom. And Kynes realized in that moment the dukedom still existed and solely because of this yout...nd this was no...hing to be taken lightly.

Jessica glanced once around the chamber, registering it on her senses in the Bene Gesserit wa... laboratory...ivil place full of angles and squares in the ancient manner.

"This is one of the Imperial Ecological Testing Stations my father wanted as advance bases," Paul said.

His father wanted! Kynes thought.

And again Kynes wondered at himself. A...oolish to aid these fugitives? Why a...oing it? It'd be so easy to take them now, to buy the Harkonnen trust with them.

Paul followed his mother's example, gestalting the room, seeing the workbench down one side, the walls of featureless rock. Instruments lined the benc...ials glowing, wire gridex planes with fluting glass emerging from them. An ozone smell permeated the place.

Some of the Fremen moved on aroun...oncealing angle in the chamber and new sounds started ther...achine coughs, the whinnies of spinning belts and multidrives.

Paul looked to the end of the room, saw cages with small animals in them stacked against the wall.

"You've recognized this place correctly," Kynes said. "For what would you use suc...lace, Paul Atreides?"

"To make this plane...it place for humans," Paul said.

Perhaps that's wh...elp the...ynes thought.

The machine sounds abruptly hummed away to silence. Into this void there cam...hin animal squeak from the cages. It was cut off abruptly as though in embarrassment.

Paul returned his attention to the cages, saw that the animals were brown-winged bats. An automatic feeder extended from the side wall across the cages.

A Fremen emerged from the hidden area of the chamber, spoke to Kynes: "Liet, the field-generator equipment is not working...m unable to mask us from proximity detectors."

"Can you repair it?" Kynes asked.

"Not quickly. The part... . " The man shrugged.

"Yes," Kynes said. "Then we'll do without machinery. Ge...and pump for air out to the surface."

"Immediately." The man hurried away.

Kynes turned back to Paul. "You gav...ood answer."

Jessica marked the easy rumble of the man's voice. It wa...oyal voice, accustomed to command. And she had not missed the reference to him as Liet. Liet was the Fremen alter ego, the other face of the tame planetologist.

"We're most grateful for your help, Doctor Kynes," she said.

"Mm-m-m, we'll see," Kynes said. He nodded to one of his men. "Spice coffee in my quarters, Shamir."

"At once, Liet," the man said.

Kynes indicated an arched opening in the side wall of the chamber. "If you please?"

Jessica allowed hersel...egal nod before accepting. She saw Paul giv...and signal to Idah...elling him to mount guard here.

The passage, two paces deep, opened throug...eavy door int...quare office lighted by golden glowglobes. Jessica passed her hand across the door as she entered, was startled to identify plasteel.

Paul stepped three paces into the room, dropped his pack to the floor. He heard the door close behind him, studied the plac...bout eight meters t...ide, walls of natural rock, curry-colored, broken by metal filing cabinets on their right...ow desk with milk glass top shot full of yellow bubbles occupied the room's center. Four suspensor chairs ringed the desk.

Kynes moved around Paul, hel...hair for Jessica. She sat down, noting the way her son examined the room.

Paul remained standing for another eyeblink...aint anomaly in the room's air currents told him there wa...ecret exit to their right behind the filing cabinets.

"Will you sit down, Paul Atreides?" Kynes asked.

How carefully he avoids my titl...aul thought. But he accepted the chair, remained silent while Kynes sat down.

"You sense that Arrakis could b...aradise," Kynes said. "Yet, as you see, the Imperium sends here only its trained hatchetmen, its seekers after the spice!"

Paul held up his thumb with its ducal signet. "Do you see this ring?"

"Yes."

"Do you know its significance?"

Jessica turned sharply to stare at her son.

"Your father lies dead in the ruins of Arrakeen," Kynes said. "You are technically the Duke."

"I'...oldier of the Imperium," Paul said, "technicall...atchetman."

Kynes face darkened. "Even with the Emperor's Sardaukar standing over your father's body?"

"The Sardaukar are one thing, the legal source of my authority is another," Paul said.

"Arrakis has its own way of determining who wears the mantle of authority," Kynes said.

And Jessica, turning back to look at him, thought: There's steel in this man that no one has taken the temper out o... . and we've need of steel. Paul's doin...angerous thing .

Paul said: "The Sardaukar on Arrakis ar...easure of how much our beloved Emperor feared my father. Now...ill give the Padishah Emperor reasons to fear th.."

"Lad," Kynes said, "there are things you don'.."

"You will address me as Sire or my Lord," Paul said.

Gentl...essica thought.

Kynes stared at Paul, and Jessica noted the glint of admiration in the planetologist's face, the touch of humor there.

"Sire," Kynes said.

"I am an embarrassment to the Emperor," Paul said. "I am an embarrassment to all who would divide Arrakis as their spoil. A...ive...hall continue to be such an embarrassment tha...tick in their throats and choke them to death!"

"Words," Kynes said.

Paul stared at him. Presently, Paul said: "You hav...egend of the Lisan al-Gaib here, the Voice from the Outer World, the one who will lead the Fremen to paradise. Your men hav.."

"Superstition!" Kynes said.

"Perhaps, "Paul agreed. "Yet perhaps not. Superstitions sometimes have strange roots and stranger branchings."

"You hav...lan," Kynes said. "This much is obviou... . Sire ."

"Could your Fremen provide me with proof positive that the Sardaukar are here in Harkonnen uniform?"

"Quite likely."

"The Emperor will pu...arkonnen back in power here," Paul said. "Perhaps even Beast Rabban. Let him. Once he has involved himself beyond escaping his guilt, let the Emperor face the possibility o...ill of Particulars laid before the Landsraad. Let him answer there wher.."

"Paul!" Jessica said.

"Granted that the Landsraad High Council accepts your case," Kynes said, "there could be only one outcome: general warfare between the Imperium and the Great Houses."

"Chaos," Jessica said.

"But I'd present my case to the Emperor," Paul said, "and give him an alternative to chaos."

Jessica spoke i...ry tone: "Blackmail?"

"One of the tools of statecraft, as you've said yourself," Paul said, and Jessica heard the bitterness in his voice. "The Emperor has no sons, only daughters."

"You'd aim for the throne?" Jessica asked.

"The Emperor will not risk having the Imperium shattered by total war," Paul said. "Planets blasted, disorder everywher...e'll not risk that."

"This i...esperate gamble you propose," Kynes said.

"What do the Great Houses of the Landsraad fear most?" Paul asked. "They fear most what is happening here right now on Arraki...he Sardaukar picking them off one by one. That's why there i...andsraad. This is the glue of the Great Convention. Only in union do they match the Imperial forces."

"But they'r.."

"This is what they fear," Paul said. "Arrakis would becom...allying cry. Each of them would see himself in my fathe...ut out of the herd and killed."

Kynes spoke to Jessica: "Would his plan work?"

"I'm no Mentat," Jessica said.

"But you are Bene Gesserit."

She sho...robing stare at him, said: "His plan has good points and bad point... . as any plan would at this stage...lan depends as much upon execution as it does upon concept."

" 'Law is the ultimate science,' " Paul quoted. "Thus it reads above the Emperor's door...ropose to show him law."

"And I'm not sur...ould trust the person who conceived this plan," Kynes said. "Arrakis has its own plan that w.."

"From the throne," Paul said, "I could mak...aradise of Arrakis with the wave o...and. This is the coi...ffer for your support."

Kynes stiffened. "My loyalty's not for sale, Sire ."

Paul stared across the desk at him, meeting the cold glare of those blue-within-blue eyes, studying the bearded face, the commanding appearance...arsh smile touched Paul's lips and he said: "Well spoken...pologize."

Kynes met Paul's stare and, presently, said: "No Harkonnen ever admitted error. Perhaps you're not like them, Atreides."

"It could b...ault in their education," Paul said. "You say you're not for sale, bu...elieve I've the coin you'll accept. For your loyalt...ffer my loyalty to yo... . totally."

My son has the Atreides sincerit...essica thought. He has that tremendous, almost naive hono...nd wha...owerful force that truly is.

She saw that Paul's words had shaken Kynes.

"This is nonsense," Kynes said. "You're jus...oy an.."

"I'm the Duke," Paul said. "I'm an Atreides. No Atreides has ever broken suc...ond."

Kynes swallowed.

"Whe...ay totally," Paul said, "I mean without reservation...ould give my life for you."

"Sire!" Kynes said, and the word was torn from him, but Jessica saw that he was not now speaking t...oy of fifteen, but t...an, t...uperior. Now Kynes meant the word.

In this moment he'd give his life for Pau...he thought. How do the Atreides accomplish this thing so quickly, so easily?

"I know you mean this," Kynes said. "Yet the Harko.."

The door behind Paul slammed open. He whirled to see reeling violenc...houting, the clash of steel, wax-image faces grimacing in the passage.

With his mother beside him, Paul leaped for the door, seeing Idaho blocking the passage, his blood-pitted eyes there visible throug...hield blur, claw hands beyond him, arcs of steel chopping futilely at the shield. There was the orange fire-mouth o...tunner repelled by the shield. Idaho 's blades were through it all, flick-flicking, red dripping from them.

Then Kynes was beside Paul and they threw their weight against the door.

Paul had one last glimpse of Idaho standing agains...warm of Harkonnen uniform...is jerking, controlled staggers, the black goat hair wit...ed blossom of death in it. Then the door was closed and there cam...nick as Kynes threw the bolts.

"I appear to've decided," Kynes said.

"Someone detected your machinery before it was shut down," Paul said. He pulled his mother away from the door, met the despair in her eyes.

"I should've suspected trouble when the coffee failed to arrive," Kynes said.

"You'v...olt hole out of here," Paul said. "Shall we use it?"

Kynes too...eep breath, said: "This door should hold for at least twenty minutes against all bu...asgun."

"They'll not us...asgun for fear we've shields on this side," Paul said.

"Those were Sardaukar in Harkonnen uniform," Jessica whispered.

They could hear pounding on the door now, rhythmic blows.

Kynes indicated the cabinets against the right-hand wall, said: "This way." He crossed to the first cabinet, opene...rawer, manipulate...andle within it. The entire wall of cabinets swung open to expose the black mouth o...unnel. "This door also is plasteel," Kynes said.

"You were well prepared," Jessica said.

"We lived under the Harkonnens for eighty years," Kynes said. He herded them into the darkness, closed the door.

In the sudden blackness, Jessica sa...uminous arrow on the floor ahead of her.

Kynes' voice came from behind them: "We'll separate here. This wall is tougher. It'll stand for at least an hour. Follow the arrows like that one on the floor. They'll be extinguished by your passage. They lead throug...aze to another exit where I've secrete...#039;thopter. There'...torm across the desert tonight. Your only hope is to run for that storm, dive into the top of it, ride with it. My people have done this in stealing 'thopters. If you stay high in the storm you'll survive."

"What of you?" Paul asked.

"I'll try to escape another way. If I'm capture... . well, I'm still Imperial Planetologist...an sa...as your captive."

Running like coward...aul thought. But how else ca...ive to avenge my father? He turned to face the door.

Jessica heard him move, said " Duncan 's dead, Paul. You saw the wound. You can do nothing for him."

"I'll take full payment for them all one day," Paul said.

"Not unless you hurry now," Kynes said.

Paul felt the man's hand on his shoulder.

"Where will we meet, Kynes?" Paul asked.

"I'll send Fremen searching for you. The storm's path is known. Hurry now, and the Great Mother give you speed and luck."

They heard him go...crambling in the blackness.

Jessica found Paul's hand, pulled him gently. "We must not get separated," she said.

"Yes."

He followed her across the first arrow, seeing it go black as they touched it. Another arrow beckoned ahead.

They crossed it, saw it extinguish itself, saw another arrow ahead.

They were running now.

Plans within plans within plans within plan...essica thought. Have we become part of someone else's plan now?

The arrows led them around turnings, past side openings only dimly sensed in the faint luminescence. Their way slanted downward fo...ime, then up, ever up. They came finally to steps, rounde...orner and were brought short b...lowing wall wit...ark handle visible in its center.

Paul pressed the handle.

The wall swung away from them. Light flared to revea...ock-hewn cavern with an ornithopter squatting in its center...lat gray wall wit...oorsign on it loomed beyond the aircraft.

"Where did Kynes go?" Jessica asked.

"He did what any good guerrilla leader would," Paul said. "He separated us into two parties and arranged that he couldn't reveal where we are if he's captured. He won't really know."

Paul drew her into the room, noting how their feet kicked up dust on the floor.

"No one's been here fo...ong time," he said.

"He seemed confident the Fremen could find us," she said.

"I share that confidence."

Paul released her hand, crossed to the ornithopter's left door, opened it, and secured his pack in the rear. "This ship's proximity masked," he said. "Instrument panel has remote door control, light control. Eighty years under the Harkonnens taught them to be thorough."

Jessica leaned against the craft's other side, catching her breath.

"The Harkonnens will hav...overing force over this area," she said. "They're not stupid." She considered her direction sense, pointed right. "The storm we saw is that way."

Paul nodded, fighting an abrupt reluctance to move. He knew its cause, but found no help in the knowledge. Somewhere this night he had passe...ecision-nexus into the deep unknown. He knew the time-area surrounding them, but the here-and-now existed a...lace of mystery. It was as though he had seen himself fro...istance go out of sight down int...alley. Of the countless paths up out of that valley, some might carr...aul Atreides back into sight, but many would not.

"The longer we wait the better prepared they'll be," Jessica said.

"Get in and strap yourself down," he said.

He joined her in the ornithopter, still wrestling with the thought that this was blind ground, unseen in any prescient vision. And he realized with an abrupt sense of shock that he had been giving more and more reliance to prescient memory and it had weakened him for this particular emergency.

"If you rely only on your eyes, your other senses weaken." It wa...ene Gesserit axiom. He took it to himself now, promising never again to fall into that tra... . if he lived through this.

Paul fastened his safety harness, saw that his mother was secure, checked the aircraft. The wings were at full spread-rest, their delicate metal interleavings extended. He touched the retractor bar, watched the wings shorten for jet-boost take-off the way Gurney Halleck had taught him. The starter switch moved easily. Dials on the instrument panel came alive as the jetpods were armed. Turbines began their low hissing.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Yes."

He touched the remote control for lights.

Darkness blanketed them.

His hand wa...hadow against the luminous dials as he tripped the remote door control. Grating sounded ahead of them...ascade of sand swished away to silence...usty breeze touched Paul's cheeks. He closed his door, feeling the sudden pressure.

A wide patch of dust-blurred stars framed in angular darkness appeared where the door-wall had been. Starlight define...helf beyond...uggestion of sand ripples.

Paul depressed the glowing action-sequence switch on his panel. The wings snapped back and down, hurling the 'thopter out of its nest. Power surged from the jetpods as the wings locked into lift attitude.

Jessica let her hands ride lightly on the dual controls, feeling the sureness of her son's movements. She was frightened, yet exhilarated. Now, Paul's training is our only hop...he thought. His youth and swiftness .

Paul fed more power to the jetpods. The 'thopter banked, sinking them into their seats a...ark wall lifted against the stars ahead. He gave the craft more wing, more power. Another burst of lifting wingbeats and they came out over rocks, silver-frosted angles and outcroppings in the starlight. The dust-reddened second moon showed itself above the horizon to their right, defining the ribbon trail of the storm.

Paul's hands danced over the controls. Wings snicked in to beetle stubs. G-force pulled at their flesh as the craft came around i...ight bank.

"Jetflares behind us!" Jessica said.

"I saw them."

He slammed the power arm forward.

Their 'thopter leaped lik...rightened animal, surged southwest toward the storm and the great curve of desert. In the near distance, Paul saw scattered shadows telling where the line of rocks ended, the basement complex sinking beneath the dunes. Beyond stretched moonlit fingernail shadow...unes diminishing one into another.

And above the horizon climbed the flat immensity of the storm lik...all against the stars.

Something jarred the 'thopter.

"Shellburst!" Jessica gasped. "They're using some kind of projectile weapon."

She sa...udden animal grin on Paul's face. "They seem to be avoiding their lasguns," he said.

"But we've no shields!"

"Do they know that?"

Again the 'thopter shuddered.

Paul twisted to peer back. "Only one of them appears to be fast enough to keep up with us."

He returned his attention to their course, watching the storm wall grow high in front of them. It loomed lik...angible solid.

"Projectile launchers, rockets, all the ancient weaponr...hat's one thing we'll give the Fremen," Paul whispered.

"The storm," Jessica said. "Hadn't you better turn?"

"What about the ship behind us?"

"He's pulling up."

"Now!"

Paul stubbed the wings, banked hard left into the deceptively slow boiling of the storm wall, felt his cheeks pull in the G-force.

They appeared to glide int...low clouding of dust that grew heavier and heavier until it blotted out the desert and the moon. The aircraft becam...ong, horizontal whisper of darkness lighted only by the green luminosity of the instrument panel.

Through Jessica's mind flashed all the warnings about such storm...hat they cut metal like butter, etched flesh to bone and ate away the bones. She felt the buffeting of dust-blanketed wind. It twisted them as Paul fought the controls. She saw him chop the power, felt the ship buck. The metal around them hissed and trembled.

"Sand!" Jessica shouted.

She saw the negative shake of his head in the light from the panel. "Not much sand this high."

But she could feel them sinking deeper into the maelstrom.

Paul sent the wings to their full soaring length, heard them creak with the strain. He kept his eyes fixed on the instruments, gliding by instinct, fighting for altitude.

The sound of their passage diminished.

The 'thopter began rolling off to the left. Paul focused on the glowing globe within the attitude curve, fought his craft back to level flight.

Jessica had the eerie feeling that they were standing still, that all motion was external...ague tan flowing against the windows...umbling hiss reminded her of the powers around them.

Winds to seven or eight hundred kilometers an hou...he thought. Adrenaline edginess gnawed at her...ust not fea...he told herself, mouthing the words of the Bene Gesserit litany. Fear is the mind-killer .

Slowly her long years of training prevailed.

Calmness returned.

"We have the tiger by the tail," Paul whispered. "We can't go down, can't lan... . an...on't thin...an lift us out of this. We'll have to ride it out."

Calmness drained out of her. Jessica felt her teeth chattering, clamped them together. Then she heard Paul's voice, low and controlled, reciting the litany:

"Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration...ill face my fear...ill permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past m...ill turn to see fear's path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Onl...ill remain."

What do you despise? By this are you truly known.

- from "Manual of Muad'Dib" by the Princess Irulan

"They are dead, Baron," said Iakin Nefud, the guard captain. "Both the woman and the boy are certainly dead."

The Baron Vladimir Harkonnen sat up in the sleep suspensors of his private quarters. Beyond these quarters and enclosing him lik...ultishelled egg stretched the space frigate he had grounded on Arrakis. Here in his quarters, though, the ship's harsh metal was disguised with draperies, with fabric paddings and rare art objects.

"It i...ertainty," the guard captain said. "They are dead."

The Baron shifted his gross body in the suspensors, focused his attention on an ebaline statue o...eaping boy i...iche across the room. Sleep faded from him. He straightened the padded suspensor beneath the fat folds of his neck, stared across the single glowglobe of his bedchamber to the doorway where Captain Nefud stood blocked by the pentashield.

"They're certainly dead, Baron," the man repeated.

The Baron noted the trace of semuta dullness in Nefud 's eyes. It was obvious the man had been deep within the drug's rapture when he received this report, and had stopped only to take the antidote before rushing here.

"I hav...ull report," Nefud said.

Let him swea...ittl...he Baron thought. One must always keep the tools of statecraft sharp and ready. Power and fea...harp and ready .

......QQ "Have you seen their bodies?" the Baron rumbled.

Nefud hesitated.

"Well?"

"M'Lor... . they were seen to dive int...andstor... . winds over eight hundred kilometers. Nothing survives suc...torm, m'Lord. Nothing! One of our own craft was destroyed in the pursuit."

The Baron stared at Nefu...oting the nervous twitch in the scissors line of the man's jaw muscles, the way the chin moved as Nefud swallowed.

"You have seen the bodies?" the Baron asked.

"M'Lor.."

"For what purpose do you come here rattling your armor?" the Baron roared. "To tell m...hing is certain when it is not? Do you think I'll praise you for such stupidity, give you another promotion?"

Nefud 's face went bone pale.

Look at the chicke...he Baron thought...m surrounded by such useless clods. I...cattered sand before this creature and told him it was grain, he'd peck at it .

"The man Idaho led us to them, then?" the Baron asked.

"Yes, m'Lord!"

Look how he blurts out his answe...he Baron thought. He said: "They were attempting to flee to the Fremen, eh?"

"Yes, m'Lord."

"Is there more to thi... . report?"

"The Imperial Planetologist, Kynes, is involved, m'Lord. Idaho joined this Kynes under mysterious circumstance... ...ight even say suspicious circumstances."

"So?"

"The... . ah, fled together t...lace in the desert where it's apparent the boy and his mother were hiding. In the excitement of the chase, several of our groups were caught i...asgun-shield explosion."

"How many did we lose?"

"I'... . ah, not sure yet, m'Lord."

He's lyin...he Baron thought. It must've been pretty bad .

"The Imperial lackey, this Kynes," the Baron said. "He was playin...ouble game, eh?"

"I'd stake my reputation on it, m'Lord."

His reputation!

"Have the man killed," the Baron said.

"M'Lord! Kynes is the Imperial Planetologist, His Majesty's own ser.."

"Make it look like an accident, then!"

"M'Lord, there were Sardaukar with our forces in the subjugation of this Fremen nest. They have Kynes in custody now."

"Get him away from them. Sa...ish to question him."

"If they demur?"

"They will not if you handle it correctly."

Nefud swallowed. "Yes, m'Lord."

"The man must die," the Baron rumbled. "He tried to help my enemies."

Nefud shifted from one foot to the other.

"Well?"

"M'Lord, the Sardaukar hav... . two persons in custody who might be of interest to you. They've caught the Duke's Master of Assassins."

"Hawat? Thufir Hawat?"

"I've seen the captive myself, m'Lord. 'Tis Hawat."

"I'd not've believed it possible!"

"They say he was knocked out b...tunner, m'Lord. In the desert where he couldn't use his shield. He's virtually unharmed. If we can get our hands on him, he'll provide great sport."

"This i...entat you speak of," the Baron growled. "One doesn't wast...entat. Has he spoken? What does he say of his defeat? Could he know the extent o... . but no."

"He has spoken only enough, m'Lord, to reveal his belief that the Lady Jessica was his betrayer."

"Ah-h-h-h-h."

The Baron sank back, thinking; then: "You're sure? It's the Lady Jessica who attracts his anger?"

"He said it in my presence, m'Lord."

"Let him think she's alive, then."

"But, m'Lor.."

"Be quiet...ish Hawat treated kindly. He must be told nothing of the late Doctor Yueh, his true betrayer. Let it be said that Doctor Yueh died defending his Duke. I...ay, this may even be true. We will, instead, feed his suspicions against the Lady Jessica."

"M'Lord...on'.."

"The way to control and direc...entat, Nefu...s through his information. False informatio...alse results."

"Yes, m'Lord, bu... . "

"Is Hawat hungry? Thirsty?"

"M'Lord, Hawat's still in the hands of the Sardaukar!"

"Yes. Indeed, yes. But the Sardaukar will be as anxious to get information from Hawat a...m. I've notice...hing about our allies, Nefu...hey're not very deviou... .politically...o believe this i...eliberate thing; the Emperor wants it that way. Yes...o believe it. You will remind the Sardaukar commander of my renown at obtaining information from reluctant subjects."

Nefud looked unhappy. "Yes, m'Lord."

"You will tell the Sardaukar commander tha...ish to question both Hawat and this Kynes at the same time, playing one off against the other. He can understand that much...hink."

"Yes, m'Lord."

"And once we have them in our hand... . " The Baron nodded.

"M'Lord, the Sardaukar will want an observer with you during an... . questioning."

"I'm sure we can produce an emergency to draw off any unwanted observers, Nefud ."

"I understand, m'Lord. That's when Kynes can have his accident."

"Both Kynes and Hawat will have accidents then, Nefu...ut only Kynes will hav...eal accident. It's Hawa...ant. Yes. Ah, yes."

Nefud blinked, swallowed. He appeared about to as...uestion, but remained silent.

"Hawat will be given both food and drink," the Baron said. "Treated with kindness, with sympathy. In his water you will administer the residual poison developed by the late Piter de Vries. And you will see that the antidote become...egular part of Hawat's diet from this point o... . unles...ay otherwise."

"The antidote, yes." Nefud shook his head. "Bu.."

"Don't be dense, Nefu...he Duke almost killed me with that poison-capsule tooth. The gas he exhaled into my presence deprived me of my most valuable Mentat, Piter...ee...eplacement."

"Hawat?"

"Hawat."

"Bu.."

"You're going to say Hawat's completely loyal to the Atreides. True, but the Atreides are dead. We will woo him. He must be convinced he's not to blame for the Duke's demise. It was all the doing of that Bene Gesserit witch. He had an inferior master, one whose reason was clouded by emotion. Mentats admire the ability to calculate without emotion, Nefu...e will woo the formidable Thufir Hawat."

"Woo him. Yes, m'Lord."

"Hawat, unfortunately, ha...aster whose resources were poor, one who could not elevat...entat to the sublime peaks of reasoning that ar...entat's right. Hawat will se...ertain element of truth in this. The Duke couldn't afford the most efficient spies to provide his Mentat with the required information." The Baron stared at Nefu... "Let us never deceive ourselves, Nefu...he truth i...owerful weapon. We know how we overwhelmed the Atreides. Hawat knows, too. We did it with wealth."

"With wealth. Yes, m'Lord."

"We will woo Hawat," the Baron said. "We will hide him from the Sardaukar. And we will hold in reserv... . the withdrawal of the antidote for the poison. There's no way of removing the residual poison. And, Nefu...awat need never suspect. The antidote will not betray itself t...oison snooper. Hawat can scan his food as he pleases and detect no trace of poison."

Nefud 's eyes opened wide with understanding.

"The absence o...hing," the Baron said, "this can be as deadly as the presenc...he absence of air, eh? The absence of water? The absence of anything else we're addicted to." The Baron nodded. "You understand me, Nefud ?"

Nefud swallowed. "Yes, m'Lord."

Then get busy. Find the Sardaukar commander and set things in motion."

"At once, m'Lord." Nefud bowed, turned, and hurried away.

Hawat by my side! the Baron thought. The Sardaukar will give him to me. If they suspect anything at all it's tha...ish to destroy the Mentat. And this suspicion I'll confirm! The fools! One of the most formidable Mentats in all history...entat trained to kill, and they'll toss him to me like some silly toy to be broken...ill show them what use can be made of suc...oy .

The Baron reached beneat...rapery beside his suspensor bed, presse...utton to summon his older nephew, Rabban. He sat back, smiling.

And all the Atreides dead!

The stupid guard captain had been right, of course. Certainly, nothing survived in the path o...andblast storm on Arrakis. Not an ornithopte... . or its occupants. The woman and the boy were dead. The bribes in the right places, the unthinkable expenditure to bring overwhelming military force down onto one plane... . all the sly reports tailored for the Emperor's ears alone, all the careful scheming were here at last coming to full fruition.

Power and fea...ear and power!

The Baron could see the path ahead of him. One day...arkonnen would be Emperor. Not himself, and no spawn of his loins. Bu...arkonnen. Not this Rabban he'd summoned, of course. But Rabban's younger brother, young Feyd-Rautha. There wa...harpness to the boy that the Baron enjoye... ...erocity.

A lovely bo...he Baron thought...ear or two mor...ay, by the time he's seventeen, I'll know for certain whether he's the tool that House Harkonnen requires to gain the throne.

"M'Lord Baron."

The man who stood outside the doorfield of the Baron's bedchamber was low built, gross of face and body, with the Harkonnen paternal line's narrow-set eyes and bulge of shoulders. There was yet some rigidity in his fat, but it was obvious to the eye that he'd come one day to the portable suspensors for carrying his excess weight.

A muscle-minded tank-brai...he Baron thought. No Mentat, my nephe... . no...iter de Vries, but perhaps something more precisely devised for the task at hand. I...ive him freedom to do it, he'll grind over everything in his path. Oh, how he'll be hated here on Arrakis!

"My dear Rabban," the Baron said. He released the doorfield, but pointedly kept his body shield at full strength, knowing that the shimmer of it would be visible above the bedside glowglobe.

"You summoned me," Rabban said. He stepped into the room, flicke...lance past the air disturbance of the body shield, searched fo...uspensor chair, found none.

"Stand closer wher...an see you easily," the Baron said.

Rabban advanced another step, thinking that the damnable old man had deliberately removed all chairs, forcin...isitor to stand.

"The Atreides are dead," the Baron said. "The last of them. That's wh...ummoned you here to Arrakis. This planet is again yours."

Rabban blinked. "Bu...hought you were going to advance Piter de Vries to th.."

"Piter, too, is dead."

"Piter?"

"Piter."

The Baron reactivated the doorfield, blanked it against all energy penetration.

"You finally tired of him, eh?" Rabban asked.

His voice fell flat and lifeless in the energy-blanketed room.

"I will sa...hing to you just this once," the Baron rumbled. "You insinuate tha...bliterated Piter as one obliterate...rifle." He snapped fat fingers. "Just like that, eh...m not so stupid, Nephew...ill take it unkindly if ever again you suggest by word or action tha...m so stupid."

Fear showed in the squinting of Rabban's eyes. He knew within certain limits how far the old Baron would go against family. Seldom to the point of death unless there were outrageous profit or provocation in it. But family punishments could be painful.

"Forgive me, m'Lord Baron," Rabban said. He lowered his eyes as much to hide his own anger as to show subservience.

"You do not fool me, Rabban," the Baron said.

Rabban kept his eyes lowered, swallowed.

"I mak...oint," the Baron said. "Never obliterat...an unthinkingly, the way an entire fief might do it through some due process of la...lways do it for an overriding purpos...nd know your purpose! "

Anger spoke in Rabban: "But you obliterated the traitor, Yueh...aw his body being carried out a...rrived last night."

Rabban stared at his uncle, suddenly frightened by the sound of those words.

But the Baron smiled. "I'm very careful about dangerous weapons," he said. "Doctor Yueh wa...raitor. He gave me the Duke." Strength poured into the Baron's voice. "I suborne...octor of the Suk Schoo...he Inner Schoo...ou hear, boy? But that'...ild sort of weapon to leave lying about...idn't obliterate him casually."

"Does the Emperor know you suborne...uk doctor?"

This wa...enetrating questio...he Baron thought. Hav...isjudged this nephew?

"The Emperor doesn't know it yet," the Baron said. "But his Sardaukar are sure to report it to him. Before that happens, though, I'll have my own report in his hands through CHOAM Company channels...ill explain tha...uckily discovere...octor who pretended to the conditioning...alse doctor, you understand? Since everyone knows you cannot counter the conditioning o...uk Schoo...his will be accepted."

"Ah-h-h...ee," Rabban murmured.

And the Baron thought: Indeed...ope you do see...ope you do see how vital it is that this remain secre...he Baron suddenly wondered at himself. Why di...o that? Why di...oast to this fool nephew of min...he nephe...ust use and discard? The Baron felt anger at himself. He felt betrayed.

"It must be kept secret," Rabban said. "I understand."

The Baron sighed. "I give you different instructions about Arrakis this time, Nephew. When last you ruled this place...eld you in strong rein. This time...ave only one requirement."

"M'Lord?"

"Income."

"Income?"

"Have you any idea, Rabban, how much we spent to bring such military force to bear on the Atreides? Do you have even the first inkling of how much the Guild charges for military transport?"

"Expensive, eh?"

"Expensive!"

The Baron sho...at arm toward Rabban. "If you squeeze Arrakis for every cent it can give us for sixty years, you'll just barely repay us!"

Rabban opened his mouth, closed it without speaking.

"Expensive," the Baron sneered. "The damnable Guild monopoly on space would've ruined us i...adn't planned for this expense long ago. You should know, Rabban, that we bore the entire brunt of it. We even paid for transport of the Sardaukar."

And not for the first time, the Baron wondered if there ever would com...ay when the Guild might be circumvented. They were insidiou...leeding off just enough to keep the host from objecting until they had you in their fist where they could force you to pay and pay and pay.

Always, the exorbitant demands rode upon military ventures. "Hazard rates," the oily Guild agents explained. And for every agent you managed to insert a...atchdog in the Guild Bank structure, they put two agents into your system.

Insufferable!

"Income then," Rabban said.

The Baron lowered his arm, mad...ist. "You must squeeze."

"An...ay do anythin...ish as long a...queeze?"

"Anything."

"The cannons you brought," Rabban said. "Coul... "

"I'm removing them," the Baron said.

"But yo.."

"You won't need such toys. They wer...pecial innovation and are now useless. We need the metal. They cannot go agains...hield, Rabban. They were merely the unexpected. It was predictable that the Duke's men would retreat into cliff caves on this abominable planet. Our cannon merely sealed them in."

"The Fremen don't use shields."

"You may keep some lasguns if you wish."

"Yes...#039;Lord. An...av...ree hand."

"As long as you squeeze."

Rabban's smile was gloating. "I understand perfectly, m'Lord."

"You understand nothing perfectly," the Baron growled. "Let us have that clear at the outset. What you do understand is how to carry out my orders. Has it occurred to you, nephew, that there are at least five million persons on this planet?"

"Does m'Lord forget tha...as his regent-siridar here before? And if m'Lord will forgive me, his estimate may be low. It's difficult to coun...opulation scattered among sinks and pans the way they are here. And when you consider the Fremen o.."

"The Fremen aren't worth considering!"

"Forgive me, m'Lord, but the Sardaukar believe otherwise."

The Baron hesitated, staring at his nephew. "You know something?"

"M'Lord had retired whe...rrived last night... ...h, took the liberty of contacting some of my lieutenants fro... . ah, before. They've been acting as guides to the Sardaukar. They report tha...remen band ambushe...ardaukar force somewhere southeast of here and wiped it out."

"Wiped ou...ardaukar force?"

"Yes, m'Lord."

"Impossible!"

Rabban shrugged.

"Fremen defeating Sardaukar," the Baron sneered.

"I repeat only what was reported to me," Rabban said. "It is said this Fremen force already had captured the Duke's redoubtable Thufir Hawat."

"Ah-h-h-h-h-h."

The Baron nodded, smiling.

"I believe the report," Rabban said. "You've no idea wha...roblem the Fremen were."

"Perhaps, but these weren't Fremen your lieutenants saw. They must've been Atreides men trained by Hawat and disguised as Fremen. It's the only possible answer."

Again, Rabban shrugged. "Well, the Sardaukar think they were Fremen. The Sardaukar already have launche...rogram to wipe out all Fremen."

"Good!"

"Bu.."

"It'll keep the Sardaukar occupied. And we'll soon have Hawat...now it...an feel it! Ah, this has bee...ay! The Sardaukar off huntin...ew useless desert bands while we get the real prize!"

"M'Lor... . " Rabban hesitated, frowning. "I've always felt that we underestimated the Fremen, both in numbers and i.."

"Ignore them, boy! They're rabble. It's the populous towns, cities, and villages that concern us...reat many people there, eh?"

"A great many, m'Lord."

"They worry me, Rabban."

"Worry you?"

"O... . ninety per cent of them are of no concern. But there are alway...e... . Houses Minor and so on, people of ambition who might tr...angerous thing. If one of them should get off Arrakis with an unpleasant story about what happened here, I'd be most displeased. Have you any idea how displeased I'd be?"

Rabban swallowed.

"You must take immediate measures to hol...ostage from each House Minor," the Baron said. "As far as anyone off Arrakis must learn, this was straightforward House-to-House battle. The Sardaukar had no part in it, you understand? The Duke was offered the usual quarter and exile, but he died in an unfortunate accident before he could accept. He was about to accept, though. That is the story. And any rumor that there were Sardaukar here, it must be laughed at."

"As the Emperor wishes it," Rabban said.

"As the Emperor wishes it."

"What about the smugglers?"

"No one believes smugglers, Rabban. They are tolerated, but not believed. At any rate, you'll be spreading some bribes in that quarte... . and taking other measures which I'm sure you can think of."

"Yes, m'Lord."

"Two things from Arrakis, then, Rabban: income an...erciless fist. You must show no mercy here. Think of these clods as what they ar...laves envious of their masters and waiting only the opportunity to rebel. Not the slightest vestige of pity or mercy must you show them."

"Can one exterminate an entire planet?" Rabban asked.

"Exterminate?" Surprise showed in the swift turning of the Baron's head. "Who said anything about exterminating?"

"Well...resumed you were going to bring in new stock an.."

"I said squeez...ephew, not exterminate. Don't waste the population, merely drive them into utter submission. You must be the carnivore, my boy." He smiled...aby's expression in the dimple-fat face. "A carnivore never stops. Show no mercy. Never stop. Mercy i...himera. It can be defeated by the stomach rumbling its hunger, by the throat crying its thirst. You must be always hungry and thirsty." The Baron caressed his bulges beneath the suspensors. "Like me."

"I see, m'Lord."

Rabban swung his gaze left and right.

"It's all clear then, Nephew?"

"Except for one thing. Uncle: the planetologist, Kynes."

"Ah, yes, Kynes."

"He's the Emperor's man, m'Lord. He can come and go as he pleases. And he's very close to the Freme... . married one."

"Kynes will be dead by tomorrow's nightfall."

"That's dangerous work, Uncle, killing an Imperial servant."

"How do you think I've come this far this quickly?" the Baron demanded. His voice was low, charged with unspeakable adjectives. "Besides, you need never have feared Kynes would leave Arrakis. You're forgetting that he's addicted to the spice."

"Of course!"

"Those who know will do nothing to endanger their supply," the Baron said. "Kynes certainly must know."

"I forgot, "Rabban said.

They stared at each other in silence.

Presently, the Baron said: "Incidentally, you will make my own supply one of your first concerns. I've quit...tockpile of private stuff, but that suicide raid by the Duke's men got most of what we'd stored for sale."

Rabban nodded. "Yes, m'Lord."

The Baron brightened. "Now, tomorrow morning, you will assemble what remains of organization here and you'll say to them: 'Our Sublime Padishah Emperor has charged me to take possession of this planet and end all dispute.' "

"I understand, m'Lord."

"This time, I'm sure you do. We will discuss it in more detail tomorrow. Now, leave me to finish my sleep."

The Baron deactivated his doorfield, watched his nephew out of sight.

A tank-brai...he Baron thought. Muscle-minded tank-brain. They will be bloody pulp here when he's through with them. Then, whe...end in Feyd-Rautha to take the load off them, they'll cheer their rescuer. Beloved Feyd-Rautha. Benign Feyd-Rautha, the compassionate one who saves them fro...east. Feyd-Rautha...an to follow and die for. The boy will know by that time how to oppress with impunity. I'm sure he's the one we need. He'll learn. And suc...ovely body. Reall...ovely boy .

At the age of fifteen, he had already learned silence.

- from "A Child's History of Muad'Dib" by the Princess Irulan

As Paul fought the 'thopter's controls, he grew aware that he was sorting out the interwoven storm forces, his more than Mentat awareness computing on the basis of fractional minutiae. He felt dust fronts, billowings, mixings of turbulence, an occasional vortex.

The cabin interior was an angry box lighted by the green radiance of instrument dials. The tan flow of dust outside appeared featureless, but his inner sense began to see through the curtain.

I must find the right vorte...e thought.

Fo...ong time now he had sensed the storm's power diminishing, but still it shook them. He waited out another turbulence.

The vortex began as an abrupt billowing that rattled the entire ship. Paul defied all fear to bank the 'thopter left.

Jessica saw the maneuver on the attitude globe.

"Paul!" she screamed.

The vortex turned them, twisting, tipping. It lifted the 'thopter lik...hip o...eyser, spewed them up and ou... winged speck withi...ore of winding dust lighted by the second moon.

Paul looked down, saw the dust-defined pillar of hot wind that had disgorged them, saw the dying storm trailing away lik...ry river into the deser...oon-gray motion growing smaller and smaller below as they rode the updraft.

"We're out of it," Jessica whispered.

Paul turned their craft away from the dust in swooping rhythm while he scanned the night sky.

"We've given them the slip," he said.

Jessica felt her heart pounding. She forced herself to calmness, looked at the diminishing storm. Her time sense said they had ridden within that compounding of elemental forces almost four hours, but part of her mind computed the passage a...ifetime. She felt reborn.

It was like the litan...he thought. We faced it and did not resist. The storm passed through us and around us. It's gone, but we remain .

"I don't like the sound of our wing motion," Paul said. "We suffered some damage in there."

He felt the grating, injured flight through his hands on the controls. They were out of the storm, but still not out into the full view of his prescient vision. Yet, they had escaped, and Paul sensed himself trembling on the verge o...evelation.

He shivered.

The sensation was magnetic and terrifying, and he found himself caught on the question of what caused this trembling awareness. Part of it, he felt, was the spice-saturated diet of Arrakis. But he thought part of it could be the litany, as though the words ha...ower of their own.

"I shall not fea... . "

Cause and effect: he was alive despite malignant forces, and he felt himself poised o...rink of self-awareness that could not have been without the litany's magic.

Words from the Orange Catholic Bible rang through his memory: "What senses do we lack that we cannot see or hear another world all around us? "

"There's rock all around," Jessica said.

Paul focused on the 'thopter's launching, shook his head to clear it. He looked where his mother pointed, saw uplifting rock shapes black on the sand ahead and to the right. He felt wind around his ankles...tirring of dust in the cabin. There wa...ole somewhere, more of the storm's doing.

"Better set us down on sand," Jessica said. "The wings might not take full brake."

He nodded towar...lace ahead where sandblasted ridges lifted into moonlight above the dunes. "I'll set us down near those rocks. Check your safety harness."

She obeyed, thinking: We've water and stillsuits. If we can find food, we can surviv...ong time on this desert. Fremen live here. What they can do we can do .

"Run for those rocks the instant we're stopped," Paul said. "I'll take the pack."

"Run fo... . " She fell silent, nodded. " Worms ."

"Our friends, the worms," he corrected her. "They'll get this 'thopter. There'll be no evidence of where we landed."

How direct his thinkin...he thought.

They glided lowe... . lowe... .

There cam...ushing sense of motion to their passag...lurred shadows of dunes, rocks lifting like islands. The 'thopter touche...une top wit...oft lurch, skippe...and valley, touched another dune.

He's killing our speed against the san...essica thought, and permitted herself to admire his competence.

"Brace yourself!" Paul warned.

He pulled back on the wing brakes, gently at first, then harder and harder. He felt them cup the air, their aspect ratio dropping faster and faster. Wind screamed through the lapped coverts and primaries of the wings' leaves.

Abruptly, with only the faintest lurch of warning, the left wing, weakened by the storm, twisted upward and in, slamming across the side of the 'thopter. The craft skidded acros...une top, twisting to the left. It tumbled down the opposite face to bury its nose in the next dune ami...ascade of sand. They lay stopped on the broken wing side, the right wing pointing toward the stars.

Paul jerked off his safety harness, hurled himself upward across his mother, wrenching the door open. Sand poured around them into the cabin, bringin...ry smell of burned flint. He grabbed the pack from the rear, saw that his mother was free of her harness. She stepped up onto the side of the right-hand seat and out onto the 'thopter's metal skin. Paul followed, dragging the pack by its straps.

"Run!" he ordered.

He pointed up the dune face and beyond it where they could se...ock tower undercut by sandblast winds.

Jessica leaped off the 'thopter and ran, scrambling and sliding up the dune. She heard Paul's panting progress behind. They came out ont...and ridge that curved away toward the rocks.

"Follow the ridge," Paul ordered. "It'll be faster."

They slogged toward the rocks, sand gripping their feet.

A new sound began to impress itself on them...uted whisper...issing, an abrasive slithering.

"Worm," Paul said.

It grew louder.

"Faster!" Paul gasped.

The first rock shingle, lik...each slanting from the sand, lay no more than ten meters ahead when they heard metal crunch and shatter behind them.

Paul shifted his pack to his right arm, holding it by the straps. It slapped his side as he ran. He took his mother's arm with his other hand. They scrambled onto the lifting rock, u...ebble-littered surface throug...wisted, wind-carved channel. Breath came dry and gasping in their throats.

"I can't run any farther," Jessica panted.

Paul stopped, pressed her int...ut of rock, turned and looked down onto the desert...ound-in-motion ran parallel to their rock island  - moonlit ripples, sand waves...resting burrow almost level with Paul's eyes a...istance of abou...ilometer. The flattened dunes of its track curved onc... short loop crossing the patch of desert where they had abandoned their wrecked ornithopter.

Where the worm had been there was no sign of the aircraft.

The burrow mound moved outward into the desert, coursed back across its own path, questing.

"It's bigger tha...uild spaceship," Paul whispered. "I was told worms grew large in the deep desert, bu...idn't realiz... . how big."

"Nor I," Jessica breathed.

Again, the thing turned out away from the rocks, sped now wit...urving track toward the horizon. They listened until the sound of its passage was lost in gentle sand stirrings around them.

Paul too...eep breath, looked up at the moon-frosted escarpment, and quoted from the Kitab al-Ibar: "Travel by night and rest in black shade through the day." He looked at his mother. "We still hav...ew hours of night. Can you go on?"

"I...oment."

Paul stepped out onto the rock shingle, shouldered the pack and adjusted its straps. He stoo...oment wit...aracompass in his hands.

"Whenever you're ready," he said.

She pushed herself away from the rock, feeling her strength return. "Which direction?"

"Where this ridge leads." He pointed.

"Deep into the desert," she said.

"The Fremen desert," Paul whispered.

And he paused, shaken by the remembered high relief imagery o...rescient vision he had experienced on Caladan. He had seen this desert. But the set of the vision had been subtly different, like an optical image that had disappeared into his consciousness, been absorbed by memory, and now failed of perfect registry when projected onto the real scene. The vision appeared to have shifted and approached him fro...ifferent angle while he remained motionless.

......QQ Idaho was with us in the visio...e remembered. But now Idaho is dead .

"Do you se...ay to go?" Jessica asked, mistaking his hesitation.

"No," he said, "But we'll go anyway."

He settled his shoulders more firmly in the pack, struck out u...and-carved channel in the rock. The channel opened ont...oonlit floor of rock with benched ledges climbing away to the south.

Paul headed for the first ledge, clambered onto it. Jessica followed.

She noted presently how their passage becam...atter of the immediate and particula...he sand pockets between rocks where their steps were slowed, the wind-carved ridge that cut their hands, the obstruction that force...hoice: Go over or go around? The terrain enforced its own rhythms. They spoke only when necessary and then with the hoarse voices of their exertion.

"Careful her...his ledge is slippery with sand."

"Watch you don't hit your head against this overhang."

"Stay below this ridge; the moon's at our backs and it'd show our movement to anyone out there."

Paul stopped i...ight of rock, leaned the pack agains...arrow ledge.

Jessica leaned beside him, thankful for the moment of rest. She heard Paul pulling at his stillsuit tube, sipped her own reclaimed water. It tasted brackish, and she remembered the waters of Calada... tall fountain enclosin...urve of sky, suc...ichness of moisture that it hadn't been noticed for itsel... . only for its shape, or its reflection, or its sound as she stopped beside it.

To sto...he thought. To res... . truly rest .

It occurred to her that mercy was the ability to stop, if only fo...oment. There was no mercy where there could be no stopping.

Paul pushed away from the rock ledge, turned, and climbed ove...loping surface. Jessica followed wit...igh.

They slid down ont...ide shelf that led aroun...heer rock face. Again, they fell into the disjointed rhythm of movement across this broken land.

Jessica felt that the night was dominated by degrees of smallness in substances beneath their feet and hand...oulders or pea gravel or flaked rock or pea sand or sand itself or grit or dust or gossamer powder.

The powder clogged nose filters and had to be blown out. Pea sand and pea gravel rolled o...ard surface and could spill the unwary. Rock flakes cut.

And the omnipresent sand patches dragged against their feet.

Paul stopped abruptly o...ock shelf, steadied his mother as she stumbled into him.

He was pointing left and she looked along his arm to see that they stood ato...liff with the desert stretched out lik...tatic ocean some two hundred meters below. It lay there full of moon-silvered wave...hadows of angles that lapsed into curves and, in the distance, lifted to the misted gray blur of another escarpment.

"Open desert," she said.

"A wide place to cross," Paul said, and his voice was muffled by the filter trap across his face.

Jessica glanced left and righ...othing but sand below.

Paul stared straight ahead across the open dunes, watching the movement of shadows in the moon's passage. "About three or four kilometers across," he said.

" Worms ," she said.

"Sure to be."

She focused on her weariness, the muscle ache that dulled her senses. "Shall we rest and eat?"

Paul slipped out of the pack, sat down and leaned against it. Jessica supported herself b...and on his shoulder as she sank to the rock beside him. She felt Paul turn as she settled herself, heard him scrabbling in the pack.

"Here," he said.

His hand felt dry against hers as he pressed two energy capsules into her palm

She swallowed them wit...rudging spit of water from her stillsuit tube.

"Drink all your water," Paul said. "Axiom: the best place to conserve your water is in your body. It keeps your energy up. You're stronger. Trust your stillsuit."

She obeyed, drained her catchpockets, feeling energy return. She thought then how peaceful it was here in this moment of their tiredness, and she recalled once hearing the minstrel-warrior Gurney Halleck say, "Bette...ry morsel and quietness therewith tha...ouse full of sacrifice and strife."

Jessica repeated the words to Paul.

"That was Gurney," he said.

She caught the tone of his voice, the way he spoke as of someone dead, thought: And well poor Gurney might be dea...he Atreides forces were either dead or captive or lost like themselves in this waterless void.

"Gurney always had the right quotation," Paul said. "I can hear him now: 'An...ill make the rivers dry, and sell the land into the hand of the wicked; an...ill make the land waste, and all that is therein, by the hand of strangers.' "

Jessica closed her eyes, found herself moved close to tears by the pathos in her son's voice.

Presently, Paul said: "How do yo... . feel?"

She recognized that his question was directed at her pregnancy, said: "Your sister won't be born for many months yet...till fee... . physically adequate."

And she thought: How stiffly forma...peak to my own son! Then, because it was the Bene Gesserit way to seek within for the answer to such an oddity, she searched and found the source of her formality: I'm afraid of my son...ear his strangeness...ear what he may see ahead of us, what he may tell me .

Paul pulled his hood down over his eyes, listened to the bug-hustling sounds of the night. His lungs were charged with his own silence. His nose itched. He rubbed it, removed the filter and grew conscious of the rich smell of cinnamon.

"There's melange spice nearby," he said.

An eider wind feathered Paul's cheeks, ruffled the folds of his burnoose. But this wind carried no threat of storm; already he could sense the difference.

"Dawn soon," he said.

Jessica nodded.

"There'...ay to get safely across that open sand," Paul said. "The Fremen do it."

"The worms?"

"If we were to plan...humper from our Fremkit back in the rocks here," Paul said. "It'd kee...orm occupied fo...ime."

She glanced at the stretch of moonlighted desert between them and the other escarpment. "Four kilometers worth of time?"

"Perhaps. And if we crossed there making only natural sounds, the kind that don't attract the worm... . "

Paul studied the open desert, questing in his prescient memory, probing the mysterious allusions to thumpers and maker hooks in the Fremkit manual that had come with their escape pack. He found it odd that all he sensed was pervasive terror at thought of the worms. He knew as though it lay just at the edge of his awareness that the worms were to be respected and not feare... . i... . i... .

He shook his head.

"It'd have to be sounds without rhythm," Jessica said.

"What? Oh. Yes. If we broke our step... . the sand itself must shift down at times. Worms can't investigate every little sound. We should be fully rested before we try it, though."

He looked across at that other rock wall, seeing the passage of time in the vertical moonshadows there. "It'll be dawn within the hour."

"Where'll we spend the day?" she asked.

Paul turned left, pointed. "The cliff curves back north over there. You can see by the way it's wind-cut that's the windward face. There'll be crevasses there, deep ones."

"Had we better get started?" she asked.

He stood, helped her to her feet. "Are you rested enough fo...limb down...ant to get as close as possible to the desert floor before we camp."

"Enough." She nodded for him to lead the way.

He hesitated, then lifted the pack, settled it onto his shoulders and turned along the cliff.

If only we had suspensor...essica thought. It'd be suc...imple matter to jump down there. But perhaps suspensors are another thing to avoid in the open desert. Maybe they attract the worms the wa...hield does .

They came t...eries of shelves dropping down and, beyond them, sa...issure with its ledge outlined by moonshadow leading along the vestibule.

Paul led the way down, moving cautiously but hurrying because it was obvious the moonlight could not last much longer. They wound down int...orld of deeper and deeper shadows. Hints of rock shape climbed to the stars around them. The fissure narrowed to some ten meters' width at the brink o...im gray sandslope that slanted downward into darkness.

"Can we go down?" Jessica whispered.

"I think so."

He tested the surface with one foot.

"We can slide down," he said. "I'll go first. Wait until you hear me stop."

"Careful," she said.

He stepped onto the slope and slid and slipped down its soft surface onto an almost level floor of packed sand. The place was deep within the rock walls.

There came the sound of sand sliding behind him. He tried to see up the slope in the darkness, was almost knocked over by the cascade. It trailed away to silence.

"Mother?" he said.

There was no answer.

"Mother?"

He dropped the pack, hurled himself up the slope, scrambling, digging, throwing sand lik...ild man. "Mother!" he gasped. "Mother, where are you?"

Another cascade of sand swept down on him, burying him to the hips. He wrenched himself out of it.

She's been caught in the sandslid...e thought. Buried in it...ust be calm and work this out carefully. She won't smother immediately. She'll compose herself in bindu suspension to reduce her oxygen needs. She knows I'll dig for her .

In the Bene Gesserit way she had taught him, Paul stilled the savage beating of his heart, set his mind a...lank slate upon which the past few moments could write themselves. Every partial shift and twist of the slide replayed itself in his memory, moving with an interior stateliness that contrasted with the fractional second of real time required for the total recall.

Presently, Paul moved slantwise up the slope, probing cautiously until he found the wall of the fissure, an outcurve of rock there. He began to dig, moving the sand with care not to dislodge another slide...iece of fabric came under his hands. He followed it, found an arm. Gently, he traced the arm, exposed her face.

"Do you hear me?" he whispered.

No answer.

He dug faster, freed her shoulders. She was limp beneath his hands, but he detecte...low heartbeat.

Bindu suspensio...e told himself.

He cleared the sand away to her waist, draped her arms over his shoulders and pulled downslope, slowly at first, then dragging her as fast as he could, feeling the sand give way above. Faster and faster he pulled her, gasping with the effort, fighting to keep his balance. He was out on the hard-packed floor of the fissure then, swinging her to his shoulder and breaking int...taggering run as the entire sandslope came down wit...oud hiss that echoed and was magnified within the rock walls.

He stopped at the end of the fissure where it looked out on the desert's marching dunes some thirty meters below. Gently, he lowered her to the sand, uttered the word to bring her out of the catalepsis.

She awakened slowly, taking deeper and deeper breaths.

"I knew you'd find me," she whispered.

He looked back up the fissure. "It might have been kinder i...adn't."

"Paul!"

"I lost the pack," he said. "It's buried unde...undred tons of san... . at least."

"Everything?"

"The spare water, the stillten...verything that counts." He touche...ocket. "I still have the paracompass." He fumbled at the waist sash. "Knife and binoculars. We can ge...ood look around the place where we'll die."

In that instant, the sun lifted above the horizon somewhere to the left beyond the end of the fissure. Colors blinked in the sand out on the open desert...horus of birds held forth their songs from hidden places among the rocks.

But Jessica had eyes only for the despair in Paul's face. She edged her voice with scorn, said: "Is this the way you were taught?"

"Don't you understand?" he asked. "Everything we need to survive in this place is under that sand."

"You found me," she said, and now her voice was soft, reasonable.

Paul squatted back on his heels.

Presently, he looked up the fissure at the new slope, studying it, marking the looseness of the sand.

"If we could immobiliz...mall area of that slope and the upper face o...ole dug into the sand, we might be able to put dow...haft to the pack. Water might do it, but we don't have enough water fo... ." He broke off, then: "Foam."

Jessica held herself to stillness lest she disturb the hyper-functioning of his mind.

Paul looked out at the open dunes, searching with his nostrils as well as his eyes, finding the direction and then centering his attention o...arkened patch of sand below them.

"Spice," he said. "Its essenc...ighly alkaline. An...ave the paracompass. Its power pack is acid-base."

Jessica sat up straight against the rock.

Paul ignored her, leaped to his feet, and was off down the wind-compacted surface that spilled from the end of the fissure to the desert's floor.

She watched the way he walked, breaking his strid...te... . pause, step-ste... . slid... . paus... .

There was no rhythm to it that might tel...arauding worm something not of the desert moved here.

Paul reached the spice patch, shovele...ound of it int...old of his robe, returned to the fissure. He spilled the spice onto the sand in front of Jessica, squatted and began dismantling the paracompass, using the point of his knife. The compass face came off. He removed his sash, spread the compass parts on it, lifted out the power pack. The dial mechanism came out next, leaving an empty dished compartment in the instrument.

"You'll need water," Jessica said.

Paul took the catchtube from his neck, sucked u...outhful, expelled it into the dished compartment.

If this fails, that's water waste...essica thought. But it won't matter then, anyway .

With his knife, Paul cut open the power pack, spilled its crystals into the water. They foamed slightly, subsided.

Jessica's eyes caught motion above them. She looked up to se...ine of hawks along the rim of the fissure. They perched there staring down at the open water.

Great Mother! she thought. They can sense water even at that distance!

Paul had the cover back on the paracompass, leaving off the reset button which gav...mall hole into the liquid. Taking the reworked instrument in one hand...andful of spice in the other, Paul went back up the fissure, studying the lay of the slope. His robe billowed gently without the sash to hold it. He waded part way up the slope, kicking off sand rivulets, spurts of dust.

Presently, he stopped, presse...inch of the spice into the paracompass, shook the instrument case.

Green foam boiled out of the hole where the reset button had been. Paul aimed it at the slope, sprea...ow dike there, began kicking away the sand beneath it, immobilizing the opened face with more foam.

Jessica moved t...osition below him, called out: "Ma...elp?"

"Come up and dig," he said. "We've about three meters to go. It's going to b...ear thing." As he spoke, the foam stopped billowing from the instrument.

"Quickly," Paul said. "No telling how long this foam will hold the sand."

Jessica scrambled up beside Paul as he sifted another pinch of spice into the hole, shook the paracompass case. Again, foam boiled from it.

As Paul directed the foam barrier, Jessica dug with her hands, hurling the sand down the slope. "How deep?" she panted.

"About three meters," he said. "An...an only approximate the position. We may have to widen this hole." He move...tep aside, slipping in loose sand. "Slant your digging backward. Don't go straight down."

Jessica obeyed.

Slowly, the hole went down, reachin...evel even with the floor of the basin and still no sign of the pack.

Coul...ave miscalculated? Paul asked himself. I'm the one that panicked originally and caused this mistake. Has that warped my ability?

He looked at the paracompass. Less than two ounces of the acid infusion remained.

Jessica straightened in the hole, rubbe...oam-stained hand across her cheek. Her eyes met Paul's.

"The upper face," Paul said. "Gently, now." He added another pinch of spice to the container, sent the foam boiling around Jessica's hands as she began cuttin...ertical face in the upper slant of the hole. On the second pass, her hands encountered something hard. Slowly, she worked ou...ength of strap wit...lastic buckle.

"Don't move any more of it," Paul said and his voice was almos...hisper.

"We're out of foam."

Jessica held the strap in one hand, looked up at him.

Paul threw the empty paracompass down onto the floor of the basin, said: "Give me your other hand. Now listen carefully. I'm going to pull you to the side and downhill. Don't let go of that strap. We won't get much more spill from the top. This slope has stabilized itself. All I'm going to aim for is to keep your head free of the sand. Once that hole's filled, we can dig you out and pull up the pack."

"I understand," she said.

"Ready?"

"Ready." She tensed her fingers on the strap.

With one surge, Paul had her half out of the hole, holding her head up as the foam barrier gave way and sand spilled down. When it had subsided, Jessica remained buried to the waist, her left arm and shoulder still under the sand, her chin protected o...old of Paul's robe. Her shoulder ached from the strain put on it.

"I still have the strap," she said.

Slowly, Paul worked his hand into the sand beside her, found the strap. "Together," he said. "Steady pressure. We mustn't break it."

More sand spilled down as they worked the pack up. When the strap cleared the surface, Paul stopped, freed his mother from the sand. Together then they pulled the pack downslope and out of its trap.

I...ew minutes they stood on the floor of the fissure holding the pack between them.

Paul looked at his mother. Foam stained her face, her robe. Sand was caked to her where the foam had dried. She looked as though she had bee...arget for balls of wet, green sand.

"You loo...ess," he said.

"You're not so pretty yourself," she said.

They started to laugh, then sobered.

"That shouldn't have happened," Paul said. "I was careless."

She shrugged, feeling caked sand fall away from her robe.

"I'll put up the tent," he said. "Better slip off that robe and shake it out." He turned away, taking the pack.

Jessica nodded, suddenly too tired to answer.

"There's anchor holes in the rock," Paul said. "Someone's tented here before."

Why not? she thought as she brushed at her robe. This wa...ikely plac...eep in rock walls and facing another cliff some four kilometers awa...ar enough above the desert to avoid worms but close enough for easy access befor...rossing.

She turned, seeing that Paul had the tent up, its rib-domed hemisphere blending with the rock walls of the fissure. Paul stepped past her, lifting his binoculars. He adjusted their internal pressure wit...uick twist, focused the oil lenses on the other cliff lifting golden tan in morning light across open sand.

Jessica watched as he studied that apocalyptic landscape, his eyes probing into sand rivers and canyons.

"There are growing things over there," he said.

Jessica found the spare binoculars in the pack beside the tent, moved up beside Paul.

"There," he said, holding the binoculars with one hand and pointing with the other.

She looked where he pointed.

"Saguaro," she said. "Scrawny stuff."

"There may be people nearby," Paul said.

"That could be the remains o...otanical testing station," she warned.

"This is pretty far south into the desert," he said. He lowered his binoculars, rubbed beneath his filter baffle, feeling how dry and chapped his lips were, sensing the dusty taste of thirst in his mouth. "This has the feeling o...remen place," he said.

"Are we certain the Fremen will be friendly?" she asked.

"Kynes promised their help."

But there's desperation in the people of this deser...he thought...elt some of it myself today. Desperate people might kill us for our water .

She closed her eyes and, against this wasteland, conjured in her min...cene from Caladan. There had bee...acation trip once on Calada...he and the Duke Leto, before Paul's birth. They'd flown over the southern jungles, above the weed-wild shouting leaves and rice paddies of the deltas. And they had seen the ant lines in the greener...an-gangs carrying their loads on suspensor-buoyed shoulder poles. And in the sea reaches there'd been the white petals of trimaran dhows.

All of it gone.

Jessica opened her eyes to the desert stillness, to the mounting warmth of the day. Restless heat devils were beginning to set the air aquiver out on the open sand. The other rock face across from them was lik...hing seen through cheap glass.

A spill of sand spread its brief curtain across the open end of the fissure. The sand hissed down, loosed by puffs of morning breeze, by the hawks that were beginning to lift away from the clifftop. When the sandfall was gone, she still heard it hissing. It grew louder...ound that once heard, was never forgotten.

"Worm," Paul whispered.

It came from their right with an uncaring majesty that could not be ignored...wisting burrow-mound of sand cut through the dunes within their field of vision. The mound lifted in front, dusting away lik...ow wave in water. Then it was gone, coursing off to the left.

The sound diminished, died.

"I've seen space frigates that were smaller," Paul whispered.

She nodded, continuing to stare across the desert. Where the worm had passed there remained that tantalizing gap. It flowed bitterly endless before them, beckoning beneath its horizontal collapse of skyline.

"When we've rested," Jessica said, "we should continue with your lessons."

He suppresse...udden anger, said: "Mother, don't you think we could do withou... ."

"Today you panicked," she said. "You know your mind and bindu-nervature perhaps better tha...o, but you've much yet to learn about your body's prana-musculature. The body does things of itself sometimes, Paul, an...an teach you about this. You must learn to control every muscle, every fiber of your body. You need review of the hands. We'll start with finger muscles, palm tendons, and tip sensitivity." She turned away. "Come, into the tent, now."

He flexed the fingers of his left hand, watching her crawl through the sphincter valve, knowing that he could not deflect her from this determinatio... . that he must agree.

Whatever has been done to me, I've bee...arty to i...e thought.

Review of the hand!

He looked at his hand. How inadequate it appeared when measured against such creatures as that worm.

We came from Caladan  ...aradise world for our form of life. There existed no need on Caladan to buil...hysical paradise o...aradise of the mind  - we could see the actuality all around us. And the price we paid was the price men have always paid for achievin...aradise in this life  - we went soft, we lost our edge.

- from "Muad'Dib: Conversations" by the Princess Irulan

"So you're the great Gurney Halleck," the man said.

Halleck stood staring across the round cavern office at the smuggler seated behin...etal desk. The man wore Fremen robes and had the half-tint blue eyes that told of off-planet foods in his diet. The office duplicate...pace frigate's master control cente...ommunications and viewscreens alon...hirty-degree arc of wall, remote arming and firing banks adjoining, and the desk formed a...all projectio...art of the remaining curve.

"I am Staban Tuek, son of Esmar Tuek," the smuggler said.

"Then you're the on...we thanks for the help we've received," Halleck said.

"Ah-h-h, gratitude," the smuggler said. "Sit down."

A ship-type bucket seat emerged from the wall beside the screens and Halleck sank onto it wit...igh, feeling his weariness. He could see his own reflection now i...ark surface beside the smuggler and scowled at the lines of fatigue in his lumpy face. The inkvine scar along his jaw writhed with the scowl.

Halleck turned from his reflection, stared at Tuek. He saw the family resemblance in the smuggler no...he father's heavy, over-hanging eyebrows and rock planes of cheeks and nose.

"Your men tell me your father is dead, killed by the Harkonnens," Halleck said.

"By the Harkonnens or b...raitor among your people," Tuek said.

Anger overcame part of Halleck's fatigue. He straightened, said: "Can you name the traitor?"

"We are not sure."

"Thufir Hawat suspected the Lady Jessica."

"Ah-h-h, the Bene Gesserit witc... . perhaps. But Hawat is no...arkonnen captive."

"I heard," Halleck too...eep breath. "It appears we'v...eal more killing ahead of us."

"We will do nothing to attract attention to us," Tuek said.

Halleck stiffened. "Bu.."

"You and those of your men we've saved are welcome to sanctuary among us," Tuek said. "You speak of gratitude. Very well; work off your debt to us. We can always use good men. We'll destroy you out of hand, though, if you make the slightest open move against the Harkonnens."

"But they killed your father, man!"

"Perhaps. And if so, I'll give you my father's answer to those who act without thinking: 'A stone is heavy and the sand is weighty; bu...ool's wrath is heavier than them both.' "

"You mean to do nothing about it, then?" Halleck sneered.

"You did not hear me say that...erely sa...ill protect our contract with the Guild. The Guild requires that we pla...ircumspect game. There are other ways of destroyin...oe."

"Ah-h-h-h-h."

"Ah, indeed. If you'v...ind to seek out the witch, have at it. Bu...arn you that you're probably too lat... .and we doubt she's the one you want, any way."

"Hawat made few mistakes."

"He allowed himself to fall into Harkonnen hands."

"You think he's the traitor?"

Tuek shrugged. "This is academic. We think the witch is dead. At least the Harkonnens believe it."

"You seem to kno...reat deal about the Harkonnens."

"Hints and suggestion... . rumors and hunches."

"We are seventy-four men," Halleck said. "If you seriously wish us to enlist with you, you must believe our Duke is dead."

"His body has been seen."

"And the boy, to...oung Master Paul?" Halleck tried to swallow, foun...ump in his throat.

"According to the last word we had, he was lost with his mother i...esert storm. Likely not even their bones will ever be found."

"So the witch is dead the... . all dead."

Tuek nodded. "And Beast Rabban, so they say, will sit once more in the seat of power here on Dune."

"The Count Rabban of Lankiveil?"

"Yes."

It took Hallec...oment to put down the upsurge of rage that threatened to overcome him. He spoke with panting breath: "I'v...core of my own against Rabban...we him for the lives of my famil... . " He rubbed at the scar along his jaw. " QQQ... . and for thi... . "

"One does not risk everything to settl...core prematurely," Tuek said. He frowned, watching the play of muscles along Halleck's jaw, the sudden withdrawal in the man's shed-lidded eyes.

"I kno... ...now." Halleck too...eep breath.

"You and your men can work out your passage off Arrakis by serving with us. There are many places t.."

"I release my men from any bond to me; they can choose for themselves. With Rabban her... stay."

"In your mood, I'm not sure we want you to stay."

Halleck stared at the smuggler. "You doubt my word?"

"No-o-... . "

"You've saved me from the Harkonnens...ave loyalty to the Duke Leto for no greater reason. I'll stay on Arraki...ith yo... . or with the Fremen."

"Whethe...hought is spoken or not it i...eal thing and it has power," Tuek said. "You might find the line between life and death among the Fremen to be too sharp and quick."

Halleck closed his eyes briefly, feeling the weariness surge up in him. "Where is the Lord who led us through the land of deserts and of pits?" he murmured.

"Move slowly and the day of your revenge will come," Tuek said. "Speed i...evice of Shaitan. Cool your sorro...e've the diversions for it; three things there are that ease the hear...ater, green grass, and the beauty of woman."

Halleck opened his eyes. "I would prefer the blood of Rabban Harkonnen flowing about my feet." He stared at Tuek. "You think that day will come?"

"I have little to do with how you'll meet tomorrow, Gurney Halleck...an only help you meet today."

"Then I'll accept that help and stay until the day you tell me to revenge your father and all the others wh.."

"Listen to me, fighting man ," Tuek said. He leaned forward over his desk, his shoulders level with his ears, eyes intent. The smuggler's face was suddenly like weathered stone. "My father's wate...'ll buy that back myself, with my own blade."

Halleck stared back at Tuek. In that moment, the smuggler reminded him of Duke Leto...eader of men, courageous, secure in his own position and his own course. He was like the Duk... . before Arrakis.

"Do you wish my blade beside you?" Halleck asked.

Tuek sat back, relaxed, studying Halleck silently.

"Do you think of me as fighting man? " Halleck pressed.

"You're the only one of the Duke's lieutenants to escape," Tuek said. "Your enemy was overwhelming, yet you rolled with hi... . You defeated him the way we defeat Arrakis."

"Eh?"

"We live on sufferance down here, Gurney Halleck," Tuek said. "Arrakis is our enemy."

"One enemy a...ime, is that it?"

"That's it."

"Is that the way the Fremen make out?"

"Perhaps."

"You sai...ight find life with the Fremen too tough. They live in the desert, in the open, is that why?"

"Who knows where the Fremen live? For us, the Central Plateau i...o-man's land. Bu...ish to talk more abou.."

"I'm told that the Guild seldom routes spice lighters in over the desert," Halleck said. "But there are rumors that you can see bits of greenery here and there if you know where to look."

"Rumors!" Tuek sneered. "Do you wish to choose now between me and the Fremen? We hav...easure of security, our own sietch carved out of the rock, our own hidden basins. We live the lives of civilized men. The Fremen ar...ew ragged bands that we use as spice-hunters."

"But they can kill Harkonnens."

"And do you wish to know the result? Even now they are being hunted down like animal...ith lasguns, because they have no shields. They are being exterminated. Why? Because they killed Harkonnens."

"Was it Harkonnens they killed?" Halleck asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Haven't you heard that there may've been Sardaukar with the Harkonnens?"

"More rumors."

"Bu...ogro...hat isn't like the Harkonnens...ogrom is wasteful."

"I believe wha...ee with my own eyes," Tuek said. "Make your choice, fighting man. Me or the Fremen...ill promise you sanctuary an...hance to draw the blood we both want. Be sure of that. The Fremen will offer you only the life of the hunted."

Halleck hesitated, sensing wisdom and sympathy in Tuek's words, yet troubled for no reason he could explain.

"Trust your own abilities," Tuek said. "Whose decisions brought your force through the battle? Yours. Decide."

"It must be," Halleck said. "The Duke and his son are dead?"

......QQ "The Harkonnens believe it. Where such things are concerned...ncline to trust the Harkonnens." QQQ...rim smile touched Tuek's mouth. "But it's about the only trus...ive them."

"Then it must be," Halleck repeated. He held out his right hand, palm up and thumb folded flat against it in the traditional gesture. "I give you my sword."

"Accepted."

"Do you wish me to persuade my men?"

"You'd let them make their own decision?"

"They've followed me this far, but most are Caladan-born. Arrakis isn't what they thought it'd be. Here, they've lost everything except their lives. I'd prefer they decided for themselves now."

"Now is no time for you to falter," Tuek said. "They've followed you this far."

"You need them, is that it?"

"We can always use experienced fighting me... . in these times more than ever."

"You've accepted my sword. Do you wish me to persuade them?"

"I think they'll follow you, Gurney Halleck."

" 'Tis to be hoped."

"Indeed."

"I may make my own decision in this, then?"

"Your own decision."

Halleck pushed himself up from the bucket seat, feeling how much of his reserve strength even that small effort required. "For now, I'll see to their quarters and well-being," he said.

"Consult my quartermaster," Tuek said. "Drisq is his name. Tell him it's my wish that you receive every courtesy. I'll join you myself presently. I've some off-shipments of spice to see to first."

"Fortune passes everywhere," Halleck said.

"Everywhere," Tuek said. "A time of upset i...are opportunity for our business."

Halleck nodded, heard the faint sussuration and felt the air shift a...ockport swung open beside him. He turned, ducked through it and out of the office.

He found himself in the assembly hall through which he and his men had been led by Tuek's aides. It wa...ong, fairly narrow area chewed out of the native rock, its smooth surface betraying the use of cutteray burners for the job. The ceiling stretched away high enough to continue the natural supporting curve of the rock and to permit internal air-convection currents. Weapons racks and lockers lined the walls.

Halleck noted wit...ouch of pride that those of his men still able to stand were standin...o relaxation in weariness and defeat for them. Smuggler medics were moving among them tending the wounded. Litter cases were assembled in one area down to the left, each wounded man with an Atreides companion.

The Atreides trainin... "We care for our own! " QQQ...t held lik...ore of native rock in them, Halleck noted.

One of his lieutenants stepped forward carrying Halleck's nine-string baliset out of its case. The man snappe...alute, said: "Sir, the medics here say there's no hope for Mattai. They have no bone and organ banks her...nly outpost medicine. Mattai can't last, they say, and he ha...equest of you."

"What is it?"

The lieutenant thrust the baliset forward. "Mattai want...ong to ease his going, sir. He says you'll know the on... . he's asked it of you often enough." The lieutenant swallowed. "It's the one called 'My Woman,' sir. If yo.."

"I know." Halleck took the baliset, flicked the multipick out of its catch on the fingerboard. He dre...oft chord from the instrument, found that someone had already tuned it. There wa...urning in his eyes, but he drove that out of his thoughts as he strolled forward, strumming the tune, forcing himself to smile casually.

Several of his men an...muggler medic were bent over one of the litters. One of the men began singing softly as Halleck approached, catching the counter-beat with the ease of long familiarity:

"My woman stands at her window,

Curved lines 'gainst square glass.

Uprais'd arm... . ben... . downfolded.

'Gainst sunset red and golde...br/>

Come to m... .

Come to me, warm arms of my lass.

For m... .

For me, the warm arms of my lass."

The singer stopped, reached ou...andaged arm and closed the eyelids of the man on the litter.

Halleck dre...inal soft chord from the baliset, thinking: Now we are seventy-three .

Family life of the Royal Creche is difficult for many people to understand, bu...hall try to give yo...apsule view of it. My father had only one real friend...hink. That was Count Hasimir Fenring, the genetic-eunuch and one of the deadliest fighters in the Imperium. The Count...apper and ugly little man, brough...ew slave-concubine to my father one day an...as dispatched by my mother to spy on the proceedings. All of us spied on my father a...atter of self-protection. One of the slave-concubines permitted my father under the Bene Gesserit-Guild agreement could not, of course, bea...oyal Successor, but the intrigues were constant and oppressive in their similarity. We became adept, my mother and sisters and I, at avoiding subtle instruments of death. It may see...readful thing to say, but I'm not at all sure my father was innocent in all these attempts...oyal Family is not like other families. Here wa...ew slave-concubine, then, red-haired like my father, willowy and graceful. She ha...ancer's muscles, and her training obviously had included neuro-enticement. My father looked at her fo...ong time as she postured unclothed before him. Finally he said: "She is too beautiful. We will save her a...ift. " You have no idea how much consternation this restraint created in the Royal Creche. Subtlety and self-control were, after all, the most deadly threats to us all.

- "In My Father's House" by the Princess Irulan

Paul stood outside the stilltent in the late afternoon. The crevasse where he had pitched their camp lay in deep shadow. He stared out across the open sand at the distant cliff, wondering if he should waken his mother, who lay asleep in the tent.

Folds upon folds of dunes spread beyond their shelter. Away from the setting sun, the dunes exposed greased shadows so black they were like bits of night.

And the flatness.

His mind searched for something tall in that landscape. But there was no persuading tallness out of heat-addled air and that horizo...o bloom or gently shaken thing to mark the passage o...reez... . only dunes and that distant cliff beneat...ky of burnished silver-blue.

What if there isn't one of the abandoned testing stations across there? he wondered. What if there are no Fremen, either, and the plants we see are only an accident?

Within the tent, Jessica awakened, turned onto her back and peered sidelong out the transparent end at Paul. He stood with his back to her and something about his stance reminded her of his father. She sensed the well of grief rising within her and turned away.

Presently she adjusted her stillsuit, refreshed herself with water from the tent's catchpocket, and slipped out to stand and stretch the sleep from her muscles.

Paul spoke without turning: "I find myself enjoying the quiet here."

How the mind gears itself for its environmen...he thought. And she recalle...ene Gesserit axiom: "The mind can go either direction under stres...oward positive or toward negative: on or off. Think of it a...pectrum whose extremes are unconsciousness at the negative end and hyperconsciousness at the positive end. The way the mind will lean under stress is strongly influenced by training ."

"It could b...ood life here," Paul said.

She tried to see the desert through his eyes, seeking to encompass all the rigors this planet accepted as commonplace, wondering at the possible futures Paul had glimpsed. One could be alone out her...he thought, without fear of someone behind you, without fear of the hunter .

She stepped past Paul, lifted her binoculars, adjusted the oil lenses and studied the escarpment across from them. Yes, saguaro in the arroyos and other spiny growt... . an...atting of low grasses, yellow-green in the shadows.

"I'll strike camp," Paul said.

Jessica nodded, walked to the fissure's mouth where she could ge...weep of the desert, and swung her binoculars to the left...alt pan glared white there wit...lending of dirty tan at its edge... field of white out here where white was death. But the pan said another thing: wate...t some time water had flowed across that glaring white. She lowered her binoculars, adjusted her burnoose, listened fo...oment to the sound of Paul's movements.

The sun dipped lower. Shadows stretched across the salt pan. Lines of wild color spread over the sunset horizon. Color streamed int...oe of darkness testing the sand. Coal-colored shadows spread, and the thick collapse of night blotted the desert.

Stars!

She stared up at them, sensing Paul's movements as he came up beside her. The desert night focused upward wit...eeling of lift toward the stars. The weight of the day receded. There cam...rief flurry of breeze across her face.

"The first moon will be up soon," Paul said. "The pack's ready. I've planted the thumper."

We could be lost forever in this hellplac...he thought. And no one to know .

The night wind spread sand runnels that grated across her face, bringing the smell of cinnamon...hower of odors in the dark.

"Smell that," Paul said.

"I can smell it even through the filter," she said. "Riches. But will it buy water?" She pointed across the basin. "There are no artificial lights across there."

"Fremen would be hidden i...ietch behind those rocks," he said.

A sill of silver pushed above the horizon to their right: the first moon. It lifted into view, the hand pattern plain on its face. Jessica studied the white-silver of sand exposed in the light.

"I planted the thumper in the deepest part of the crevasse," Paul said. "Wheneve...ight its candle it'll give us about thirty minutes."

"Thirty minutes?"

"Before it starts callin... ... ...orm."

"Oh. I'm ready to go."

He slipped away from her side and she heard his progress back up their fissure.

The night i...unne...he thought...ole into tomorro... . if we're to hav...omorro...he shook her head. Why mus...e so morbid...as trained better than that!

Paul returned, took up the pack, led the way down to the first spreading dune where he stopped and listened as his mother came up behind him. He heard her soft progress and the cold single-grain dribbles of soun...he desert's own code spelling out its measure of safety.

"We must walk without rhythm," Paul said and he called up memory of men walking the san... . both prescient memory and real memory.

"Watch ho...o it," he said. "This is how Fremen walk the sand."

He stepped out onto the windward face of the dune, following the curve of it, moved wit...ragging pace.

Jessica studied his progress for ten steps, followed, imitating him. She saw the sense of it: they must sound like the natural shifting of san... . like the wind. But muscles protested this unnatural, broken pattern: Ste... . dra... . dra... . ste... . ste... . wai... . dra... . ste... .

Time stretched out around them. The rock face ahead seemed to grow no nearer. The one behind still towered high.

"Lump! Lump! Lump! Lump!"

It wa...rumming from the cliff behind.

"The thumper," Paul hissed.

Its pounding continued and they found difficulty avoiding the rhythm of it in their stride.

"Lum... . lum... . lum... . lum... ."

They moved i...oonlit bowl punctured by that hollowed thumping. Down and up through spilling dunes: ste... .dra... . wai... . ste... . Across pea sand that rolled under their feet: dra... . wai... . ste... .

And all the while their ears searched fo...pecial hissing.

The sound, when it came, started so low that their own dragging passage masked it. But it gre... . louder and loude... . out of the west.

"Lum... . lum... . lum... . lum... . " drummed the thumper.

The hissing approach spread across the night behind them. They turned their heads as they walked, saw the mound of the coursing worm.

"Keep moving," Paul whispered. "Don't look back."

A grating sound of fury exploded from the rock shadows they had left. It wa...lailing avalanche of noise.

"Keep moving," Paul repeating.

He saw that they had reached an unmarked point where the two rock face...he one ahead and the one behin...ppeared equally remote.

And still behind them, that whipping, frenzied tearing of rocks dominated the night.

They moved on and on and o... . Muscles reache...tage of mechanical aching that seemed to stretch out indefinitely, but Paul saw that the beckoning, escarpment ahead of them had climbed higher.

Jessica moved i...oid of concentration, aware that the pressure of her will alone kept her walking. Dryness ached in her mouth, but the sounds behind drove away all hope of stopping fo...ip from her stillsuit's catchpockets.

"Lum... . lum... . "

Renewed frenzy erupted from the distant cliff, drowning out the thumper.

Silence!

"Faster," Paul whispered.

She nodded, knowing he did not see the gesture, but needing the action to tell herself that it was necessary to demand even more from muscles that already were being taxed to their limit...he unnatural movemen... .

The rock face of safety ahead of them climbed into the stars, and Paul sa...lane of flat sand stretching out at the base. He stepped onto it, stumbled in his fatigue, righted himself with an involuntary out-thrusting o...oot.

Resonant booming shook the sand around them.

Paul lurched sideways two steps.

"Boom! Boom!"

"Drum sand!" Jessica hissed.

Paul recovered his balance...weeping glance took in the sand around them, the rock escarpment perhaps two hundred meters away.

Behind them, he hear...issin...ike the wind, lik...iptide where there was no water.

"Run!" Jessica screamed. "Paul, run!"

They ran.

Drum sound boomed beneath their feet. Then they were out of it and into pea gravel. Fo...ime, the running wa...elief to muscles that ached from unfamiliar, rhythmless use. Here was action that could be understood. Here was rhythm. But sand and gravel dragged at their feet. And the hissing approach of the worm was storm sound that grew around them.

Jessica stumbled to her knees. All she could think of was the fatigue and the sound and the terror.

Paul dragged her up.

They ran on, hand in hand.

A thin pole jutted from the sand ahead of them. They passed it, saw another.

Jessica's mind failed to register on the poles until they were past.

There was anothe...ind-etched surface thrust up fro...rack in rock.

Another.

Rock!

She felt it through her feet, the shock of unresisting surface, gained new strength from the firmer footing.

A deep crack stretched its vertical shadow upward into the cliff ahead of them. They sprinted for it, crowded into the narrow hole.

Behind them, the sound of the worm's passage stopped.

Jessica and Paul turned, peered out onto the desert.

Where the dunes began, perhaps fifty meters away at the foot o...ock beach...ilver-gray curve broached from the desert, sending rivers of sand and dust cascading all around. It lifted higher, resolved int...iant, questing mouth. It wa...ound, black hole with edges glistening in the moonlight.

The mouth snaked toward the narrow crack where Paul and Jessica huddled. Cinnamon yelled in their nostrils. Moonlight flashed from crystal teeth.

Back and forth the great mouth wove.

Paul stilled his breathing.

Jessica crouched staring.

It took intense concentration of her Bene Gesserit training to put down the primal terrors, subduin...ace-memory fear that threatened to fill her mind.

Paul fel...ind of elation. In some recent instant, he had crosse...ime barrier into more unknown territory. He could sense the darkness ahead, nothing revealed to his inner eye. It was as though some step he had taken had plunged him int...el... . or into the trough o...ave where the future was invisible. The landscape had undergon...rofound shifting.

Instead of frightening him, the sensation of time-darkness force...yper-acceleration of his other senses. He found himself registering every available aspect of the thing that lifted from the sand there seeking him. Its mouth was some eighty meters in diamete... . crystal teeth with the curved shape of crysknives glinting around the ri... . the bellows breath of cinnamon, subtle aldehyde... . acid... .

The worm blotted out the moonlight as it brushed the rocks above them...hower of small stones and sand cascaded into the narrow hiding place.

Paul crowded his mother farther back.

Cinnamon!

The smell of it flooded across him.

What has the worm to do with the spice, melange? he asked himself. And he remembered Liet-Kynes betrayin...eiled reference to some association between worm and spice.

"Barrrroooom!"

It was lik...eal of dry thunder coming from far off to their right.

Again: "Barrrroooom!"

The worm drew back onto the sand, lay there momentarily, its crystal teeth weaving moonflashes.

"Lump! Lump! Lump! Lump!"

Another thumper! Paul thought.

Again it sounded off to their right.

A shudder passed through the worm. It drew farther away into the sand. Onl...ounded upper curve remained like hal...ell mouth, the curve o...unnel rearing above the dunes.

Sand rasped.

The creature sank farther, retreating, turning. It becam...ound of cresting sand that curved away throug...addle in the dunes.

Paul stepped out of the crack, watched the sand wave recede across the waste toward the new thumper summons.

Jessica followed, listening: "Lum... . lum... . lum... . lum... . lum... ."

Presently the sound stopped.

Paul found the tube into his stillsuit, sipped at the reclaimed water.

Jessica focused on his action, but her mind felt blank with fatigue and the aftermath of terror. "Has it gone for sure?" she whispered.

"Somebody called it," Paul said. "Fremen."

She felt herself recovering. "It was so big!"

"Not as big as the one that got our 'thopter."

"Are you sure it was Fremen?"

"They use...humper."

"Why would they help us?"

"Maybe they weren't helping us. Maybe they were just callin...orm."

"Why?"

An answer lay poised at the edge of his awareness, but refused to come. He ha...ision in his mind of something to do with the telescoping barbed sticks in their pack...he "maker hooks."

"Why would they cal...orm?" Jessica asked.

A breath of fear touched his mind, and he forced himself to turn away from his mother, to look up the cliff. "We'd better fin...ay up there before daylight." He pointed. "Those poles we passe...here are more of them."

She looked, following the line of his hand, saw the pole...ind-scratched marker...ade out the shadow o...arrow ledge that twisted int...revasse high above them.

"They mar...ay up the cliff," Paul said. He settled his shoulders into the pack, crossed to the foot of the ledge and began the climb upward.

Jessica waite...oment, resting, restoring her strength; then she followed.

Up they climbed, following the guide poles until the ledge dwindled t...arrow lip at the mouth o...ark crevasse.

Paul tipped his head to peer into the shadowed place. He could feel the precarious hold his feet had on the slender ledge, but forced himself to slow caution. He saw only darkness within the crevasse. It stretched away upward, open to the stars at the top. His ears searched, found only sounds he could expec... tiny spill of sand, an insect brr...he patter o...mall running creature. He tested the darkness in the crevasse with one foot, found rock beneat...ritting surface. Slowly, he inched around the corner, signaled for his mother to follow. He graspe...oose edge of her robe, helped her around.

They looked upward at starlight framed by two rock lips. Paul saw his mother beside him a...loudy gray movement. "If we could only ris...ight," he whispered.

"We have other senses than eyes," she said.

Paul sli...oot forward, shifted his weight, and probed with the other foot, met an obstruction. He lifted his foot, foun...tep, pulled himself up onto it. He reached back, felt his mother's arm, tugged at her robe for her to follow.

Another step.

"It goes on up to the top...hink," he whispered.

Shallow and even step...essica thought. Man-carved beyon...oubt .

She followed the shadowy movement of Paul's progress, feeling out the steps. Rock walls narrowed until her shoulders almost brushed them. The steps ended i...litted defile about twenty meters long, its floor level, and this opened ont...hallow, moonlit basin.

Paul stepped out into the rim of the basin, whispered: "Wha...eautiful place."

Jessica could only stare in silent agreement from her positio...tep behind him.

In spite of weariness, the irritation of recaths and nose plugs and the confinement of the stillsuit, in spite of fear and the aching desire for rest, this basin's beauty filled her senses, forcing her to stop and admire it.

"Lik...airyland," Paul whispered.

Jessica nodded.

Spreading away in front of her stretched desert growt...ushes, cacti, tiny clumps of leave...ll trembling in the moonlight. The ringwalls were dark to her left, moonfrosted on her right.

"This must b...remen place," Paul said.

"There would have to be people for this many plants to survive," she agreed. She uncapped the tube to her stillsuit's catchpockets, sipped at it. Warm, faintly acrid wetness slipped down her throat. She marked how it refreshed her. The tube's cap grated against flakes of sand as she replaced it.

Movement caught Paul's attentio...o his right and down on the basin floor curving out beneath them. He stared down through smoke bushes and weeds int...edged slab sand-surface of moonlight inhabited by an up-hop, jump, pop-hop of tiny motion.

"Mice!" he hissed.

Pop-hop-hop! they went, into shadows and out.

Something fell soundlessly past their eyes into the mice. There cam...hin screech...lapping of wings, an...hostly gray bird lifted away across the basin wit...mall, dark shadow in its talons.

We needed that reminde...essica thought.

Paul continued to stare across the basin. He inhaled, sensed the softly cutting contralto smell of sage climbing the night. The predatory bir...e thought of it as the way of this desert. It had brough...tillness to the basin so unuttered that the blue-milk moonlight could almost be heard flowing across sentinel saguaro and spiked paintbrush. There wa...ow humming of light here more basic in its harmony than any other music in his universe.

"We'd better fin...lace to pitch the tent," he said. "Tomorrow we can try to find the Fremen wh.."

"Most intruders here regret finding the Fremen!"

It wa...eavy masculine voice chopping across his words, shattering the moment. The voice came from above them and to their right.

"Please do not run, intruders," the voice said as Paul made to withdraw into the defile. "If you run you'll only waste your body's water."

They want us for the water of our flesh! Jessica thought. Her muscles overrode all fatigue, flowed into maximum readiness without external betrayal. She pinpointed the location of the voice, thinking: Such stealth...idn't hear hi...nd she realized that the owner of that voice had permitted himself only the small sounds, the natural sounds of the desert.

Another voice called from the basin's rim to their left. "Make it quick, Stil. Get their water and let's be on our way. We've little enough time before dawn."

Paul, less conditioned to emergency response than his mother, felt chagrin that he had stiffened and tried to withdraw, that he had clouded his abilities b...omentary panic. He forced himself now to obey her teachings: relax, than fall into the semblance of relaxation, then into the arrested whipsnap of muscles that can slash in any direction.

Still, he felt the edge of fear within him and knew its source. This was blind time, no future he had see... . and they were caught between wild Fremen whose only interest was the water carried in the flesh of two unshielded bodies.

This Fremen religious adaptation, then, is the source of what we now recognize as "The Pillars of the Universe," whose Qizara Tafwid are among us all with signs and proofs and prophecy. They bring us the Arrakeen mystical fusion whose profound beauty is typified by the stirring music built on the old forms, but stamped with the new awakening. Who has not heard and been deeply moved by "The Old Man's Hymn"?

I drove my feet throug...esert

Whose mirage fluttered lik...ost.

Voracious for glory, greedy for danger,

I roamed the horizons of al-Kulab,

Watching time level mountains

In its search and its hunger for me.

An...aw the sparrows swiftly approach,

Bolder than the onrushing wolf.

They spread in the tree of my youth.

I heard the flock in my branches

And was caught on their beaks and claws!

- from "Arrakis Awakening" by the Princess Irulan

The man crawled acros...unetop. He wa...ote caught in the glare of the noon sun. He was dressed only in torn remnants o...ubba cloak, his skin bare to the heat through the tatters. The hood had been ripped from the cloak, but the man had fashione...urban fro...orn strip of cloth. Wisps of sandy hair protruded from it, matched b...parse beard and thick brows. Beneath the blue-within-blue eyes, remains o...ark stain spread down to his cheeks...atted depression across mustache and beard showed wher...tillsuit tube had marked out its path from nose to catchpockets.

The man stopped half across the dunecrest, arms stretched down the slipface. Blood had clotted on his back and on his arms and legs. Patches of yellow-gray sand clung to the wounds. Slowly, he brought his hands under him, pushed himself to his feet, stood there swaying. And even in this almost-random action there remaine...race of once-precise movement.

"I am Liet-Kynes," he said, addressing himself to the empty horizon, and his voice wa...oarse caricature of the strength it had known. "I am His Imperial Majesty's Planetologist," he whispered, "planetary ecologist for Arrakis...m steward of this land."

He stumbled, fell sideways along the crusty surface of the windward face. His hands dug feebly into the sand.

I am steward of this san...e thought.

He realized that he was semi-delirious, that he should dig himself into the sand, find the relatively cool underlayer and cover himself with it. But he could still smell the rank, semisweet esters o...re-spice pocket somewhere underneath this sand. He knew the peril within this fact more certainly than any other Fremen. If he could smell the pre-spice mass, that meant the gasses deep under the sand were nearing explosive pressure. He had to get away from here.

His hands made weak scrabbling motions along the dune face.

A thought spread across his min...lear, distinct: The real wealth o...lanet is in its landscape, how we take part in that basic source of civilizatio...griculture .

And he thought how strange it was that the mind, long fixed o...ingle track, could not get off that track. The Harkonnen troopers had left him here without water or stillsuit, thinkin...orm would get him if the desert didn't. They had thought it amusing to leave him alive to die by inches at the impersonal hands of his planet.

The Harkonnens always did find it difficult to kill Freme...e thought. We don't die easily...hould be dead no... ...ill be dead soo... . bu...an't stop being an ecologist .

"The highest function of ecology is understanding consequences."

The voice shocked him because he recognized it and knew the owner of it was dead. It was the voice of his father who had been planetologist here before hi...is father long dead, killed in the cave-in at Plaster Basin .

"Got yourself into quit...ix here, Son," his father said. "You should've known the consequences of trying to help the child of that Duke."

I'm deliriou...ynes thought.

The voice seemed to come from his right. Kynes scraped his face through sand, turning to look in that directio...othing excep...urving stretch of dune dancing with heat devils in the full glare of the sun.

"The more life there is withi...ystem, the more niches there are for life," his father said. And the voice came now from his left, from behind him.

Why does he keep moving around? Kynes asked himself. Doesn't he want me to see him?

"Life improves the capacity of the environment to sustain life," his father said. "Life makes needed nutrients more readily available. It binds more energy into the system through the tremendous chemical interplay from organism to organism."

Why does he keep harping on the same subject? Kynes asked himself...new that befor...as ten .

Desert hawks, carrion-eaters in this land as were most wild creatures, began to circle over him. Kynes sa...hadow pass near his hand, forced his head farther around to look upward. The birds wer...lurred patch on silver-blue sk...istant flecks of soot floating above him.

"We are generalists," his father said. "You can't draw neat lines around planet-wide problems. Planetology i...ut-and-fit science."

What's he trying to tell me? Kynes wondered. Is there some consequenc...ailed to see?

His cheek slumped back against the hot sand, and he smelled the burned rock odor beneath the pre-spice gasses. From some corner of logic in his mind...hought formed: Those are carrion-eater birds over me. Perhaps some of my Fremen will see them and come to investigate .

"To the working planetologist, his most important tool is human beings," his father said. "You must cultivate ecological, literacy among the people. That's why I've created this entirely new form of ecological notation."

He's repeating things he said to me whe...a...hil...ynes thought.

He began to feel cool, but that corner of logic in his mind told him: The sun is overhead. You have no stillsuit and you're hot; the sun is burning the moisture out of your body.

His fingers clawed feebly at the sand.

They couldn't even leave m...tillsuit!

"The presence of moisture in the air helps prevent too-rapid evaporation from living bodies," his father said.

Why does he keep repeating the obvious? Kynes wondered.

He tried to think of moisture in the ai...rass covering this dun... . open water somewhere beneath him...ong qanat flowing with water open to the sky except in text illustrations. Open wate... . irrigation wate... . it took five thousand cubic meters of water to irrigate one hectare of land per growing season, he remembered.

"Our first goal on Arrakis," his father said, "is grassland provinces. We will start with these mutated poverty grasses. When we have moisture locked in grasslands, we'll move on to start upland forests, the...ew open bodies of wate...mall at firs...nd situated along lines of prevailing winds with windtrap moisture precipitators spaced in the lines to recapture what the wind steals. We must creat...rue sirocc... moist win...ut we will never get away from the necessity for windtraps."

Always lecturing m...ynes thought. Why doesn't he shut up? Can't he see I'm dying?

"You will die, too," his father said, "if you don't get off the bubble that's forming right now deep underneath you. It's there and you know it. You can smell the pre-spice gasses. You know the little makers are beginning to lose some of their water into the mass."

The thought of that water beneath him was maddening. He imagined it no...ealed off in strata of porous rock by the leathery half-plant, half-animal little maker...nd the thin rupture that was pourin...ool stream of clearest, pure, liquid, soothing water int... .

A pre-spice mass!

He inhaled, smelling the rank sweetness. The odor was much richer around him than it had been.

Kynes pushed himself to his knees, hear...ird screech, the hurried flapping of wings.

This is spice deser...e thought. There must be Fremen about even in the day sun. Surely they can see the birds and will investigate .

"Movement across the landscape i...ecessity for animal life," his father said. "Nomad peoples follow the same necessity. Lines of movement adjust to physical needs for water, food, minerals. We must control this movement now, align it for our purposes."

"Shut up, old man," Kynes muttered.

"We must d...hing on Arrakis never before attempted for an entire planet," his father said. "We must use man a...onstructive ecological forc...nserting adapted terraform life...lant here, an animal there...an in that plac...o transform the water cycle, to buil...ew kind of landscape."

"Shut up!" Kynes croaked.

"It was lines of movement that gave us the first clue to the relationship between worms and spice," his father said.

A wor...ynes thought wit...urge of hope...aker's sure to come when this bubble bursts. Bu...ave no hooks. How ca...oun...ig maker without hooks?

He could feel frustration sapping what little strength remained to him. Water so nea...nl...undred meters or so beneath him...orm sure to come, but no way to trap it on the surface and use it.

Kynes pitched forward onto the sand, returning to the shallow depression his movements had defined. He felt sand hot against his left cheek, but the sensation was remote.

"The Arrakeen environment built itself into the evolutionary pattern of native life forms," his father said. "How strange that so few people ever looked up from the spice long enough to wonder at the near-ideal nitrogen-oxygen-CO2 balance being maintained here in the absence of large areas of plant cover. The energy sphere of the planet is there to see and understan... relentless process, bu...rocess nonetheless. There i...ap in it? Then something occupies that gap. Science is made up of so many things that appear obvious after they are explained...new the little maker was there, deep in the sand, long befor...ver saw it."

"Please stop lecturing me, Father," Kynes whispered.

A hawk landed on the sand near his outstretched hand. Kynes saw it fold its wings, tip its head to stare at him. He summoned the energy to croak at it. The bird hopped away two steps, but continued to stare at him.

"Men and their works have bee...isease on the surface of their planets before now," his father said. "Nature tends to compensate for diseases, to remove or encapsulate them, to incorporate them into the system in her own way."

The hawk lowered its head, stretched its wings, refolded them. It transferred its attention to his outstretched hand.

Kynes found that he no longer had the strength to croak at it.

"The historical system of mutual pillage and extortion stops here on Arrakis," his father said. "You cannot go on forever stealing what you need without regard to those who come after. The physical qualities o...lanet are written into its economic and political record. We have the record in front of us and our course is obvious."

He never could stop lecturin...ynes thought. Lecturing, lecturing, lecturin...lways lecturing .

......QQ The hawk hopped one step closer to Kynes' outstretched hand, turned its head first one way and then the other to study the exposed flesh.

"Arrakis i...ne-crop planet," his father said. "One crop. It support...uling class that lives as ruling classes have lived in all times while, beneath them...emihuman mass of semislaves exists on the leavings. It's the masses and the leavings that occupy our attention. These are far more valuable than has ever been suspected."

"I'm ignoring you, Father," Kynes whispered. "Go away."

And he thought: Surely there must be some of my Fremen near. They cannot help but see the birds over me. They will investigate if only to see if there's moisture available .

"The masses of Arrakis will know that we work to make the land flow with water," his father said. "Most of them, of course, will have onl...emimystical understanding of how we intend to do this. Many, not understanding the prohibitive mass-ratio problem, may even think we'll bring water from some other planet rich in it. Let them think anything they wish as long as they believe in us."

I...inute I'll get up and tell him wha...hink of hi...ynes thought. Standing there lecturing me when he should be helping me .

The bird took another hop closer to Kynes' outstretched hand. Two more hawks drifted down to the sand behind it.

"Religion and law among our masses must be one and the same," his father said. "An act of disobedience must b...in and require religious penalties. This will have the dual benefit of bringing both greater obedience and greater bravery. We must depend not so much on the bravery of individuals, you see, as upon the bravery o...hole population."

Where is my population now whe...eed it most? Kynes thought. He summoned all his strength, moved his han...inger's width toward the nearest hawk. It hopped backward among its companions and all stood poised for flight.

"Our timetable, will achieve the stature o...atural phenomenon," his father said. "A planet's life i...ast, tightly interwoven fabric. Vegetation and animal changes will be determined at first by the raw physical forces we manipulate. As they establish themselves, though, our changes will become controlling influences in their own righ...nd we will have to deal with them, too. Keep in mind, though, that we need control only three per cent of the energy surfac...nly three per cen...o tip the entire structure over into our self-sustaining system."

Why aren't you helping me? Kynes wondered. Always the same: whe...eed you most, you fail m...e wanted to turn his head, to stare in the direction of his father's voice, stare the old man down. Muscles refused to answer his demand.

Kynes saw the hawk move. It approached his hand...autious step a...ime while its companions waited in mock indifference. The hawk stopped onl...op away from his hand.

A profound clarity filled Kynes' mind. He saw quite suddenl...otential for Arrakis that his father had never seen. The possibilities along that different path flooded through him.

"No more terrible disaster could befall your people than for them to fall into the hands o...ero," his father said.

Reading my mind! Kynes thought. Wel... . let him .

The messages already have been sent to my sietch village...e thought. Nothing can stop them. If the Duke's son is alive they'll find him and protect him a...ave commanded. They may discard the woman, his mother, but they'll save the boy .

The hawk took one hop that brought it within slashing distance of his hand. It tipped its head to examine the supine flesh. Abruptly, it straightened, stretched its head upward and wit...ingle screech, leaped into the air and banked away overhead with its companions behind it.

They've come! Kynes thought. My Fremen have found me!

Then he heard the sand rumbling.

Every Fremen knew the sound, could distinguish it immediately from the noises of worms or other desert life. Somewhere beneath him, the pre-spice mass had accumulated enough water and organic matter from the little makers, had reached the critical stage of wild growth...igantic bubble of carbon dioxide was forming deep in the sand, heaving upward in an enormous "blow" wit...ust whirlpool at its center. It would exchange what had been formed deep in the sand for whatever lay on the surface.

The hawks circled overhead screeching their frustration. They knew what was happening. Any desert creature would know.

An......esert creatur...ynes thought. You see me, Father......esert creature.

He felt the bubble lift him, felt it break and the dust whirlpool engulf him, dragging him down into cool darkness. Fo...oment, the sensation of coolness and the moisture were blessed relief. Then, as his planet killed him, it occurred to Kynes that his father and all the other scientists were wrong, that the most persistent principles of the universe were accident and error.

Even the hawks could appreciate these facts.

Prophecy and prescience  - How can they be put to the test in the face of the unanswered questions? Consider: How much is actual prediction of the "waveform" (as Muad'Dib referred to his vision-image) and how much is the prophet shaping the future to fit the prophecy? What of the harmonics inherent in the act of prophecy? Does the prophet see the future or does he se...ine of weakness...ault or cleavage that he may shatter with words or decisions a...iamond-cutter shatters his gem wit...low o...nife?

- "Private Reflections on Muad'Dib" by the Princess Irulan

"Get their water ," the man calling out of the night had said. And Paul fought down his fear, glanced at his mother. His trained eyes saw her readiness for battle, the waiting whipsnap of her muscles.

"It would be regrettable should we have to destroy you out of hand," the voice above them said.

That's the one who spoke to us firs...essica thought. There are at least two of the...ne to our right and one on our left .

"Cignoro hrobosa sukares hin mange la pchagavas doi me kamavas na beslas lele pal hrobas!"

It was the man to their right calling out across the basin.

To Paul, the words were gibberish, but out of her Bene Gesserit training, Jessica recognized the speech. It was Chakobsa, one of the ancient hunting languages, and the man above them was saying that perhaps these were the strangers they sought.

In the sudden silence that followed the calling voice, the hoop-wheel face of the second moo...aintly ivory blu...olled over the rocks across the basin, bright and peering.

Scrambling sounds came from the rock...bove and to both side... . dark motions in the moonlight. Many figures flowed through the shadows.

A whole troop! Paul thought wit...udden pang.

A tall man i...ottled burnoose stepped in front of Jessica. His mouth baffle was thrown aside for clear speech, revealin...eavy beard in the sidelight of the moon, but face and eyes were hidden in the overhang of his hood.

"What have we her...inn or human?" he asked.

And Jessica heard the true-banter in his voice, she allowed hersel...aint hope. This was the voice of command, the voice that had first shocked them with its intrusion from the night.

"Human...arrant," the man said.

Jessica sensed rather than saw the knife hidden i...old of the man's robe. She permitted herself one bitter regret that she and Paul had no shields.

"Do you also speak?" the man asked.

Jessica put all the royal arrogance at her command into her manner and voice. Reply was urgent, but she had not heard enough of this man to be certain she ha...egister on his culture and weaknesses.

"Who comes on us like criminals out of the night?" she demanded.

The burnoose-hooded head showed tension i...udden twist, then slow relaxation that revealed much. The man had good control.

Paul shifted away from his mother to separate them as targets and give each of the...learer arena of action.

The hooded head turned at Paul's movement, openin...edge of face to moonlight. Jessica sa...harp nose, one glinting ey...ark, so dark the eye, without any white in it  ...eavy brown and upturned mustache.

"A likely cub," the man said. "If you're fugitives from the Harkonnens, it may be you're welcome among us. What is it, boy?"

The possibilities flashed through Paul's mind...rick...act? Immediate decision was needed.

"Why should you welcome fugitives?" he demanded.

"A child who thinks and speaks lik...an," the tall man said. "Well, now, to answer your question, my young wali...m one who does not pay the fai, the water tribute, to the Harkonnens. That is wh...ight welcom...ugitive."

He knows who we ar...aul thought. There's concealment in his voice .

"I am Stilgar, the Fremen," the tall man said. "Does that speed your tongue, boy?"

It is the same voic...aul thought. And he remembered the Council with this man seeking the body o...riend slain by the Harkonnens.

"I know you, Stilgar," Paul said. "I was with my father in Council when you came for the water of your friend. You took away with you my father's man, Duncan Idah...n exchange of friends."

"And Idaho abandoned us to return to his Duke," Stilgar said.

Jessica heard the shading of disgust in his voice, held herself prepared for attack.

The voice from the rocks above them called: "We waste time here, Stil."

"This is the Duke's son," Stilgar barked. "He's certainly the one Liet told us to seek."

"Bu... ...hild, Stil."

"The Duke wa...an and this lad use...humper," Stilgar said. "That wa...rave crossing he made in the path of shai-hulu.."

And Jessica heard him excluding her from his thoughts. Had he already passed sentence?

"We haven't time for the test," the voice above them protested.

"Yet he could be the Lisan al-Gaib," Stilgar said.

He's looking for an omen! Jessica thought.

"But the woman," the voice above them said.

Jessica readied herself anew. There had been death in that voice.

"Yes, the woman," Stilgar said. "And her water."

"You know the law," said the voice from the rocks. "Ones who cannot live with the deser.."

"Be quiet," Stilgar said. "Times change."

"Did Liet command this?" asked the voice from the rocks.

"You heard the voice of the cielago, Jamis," Stilgar said. "Why do you press me?"

And Jessica thought: Cielago! the clue of the tongue opened wide avenues of understanding: this was the language of Ilm and Fiqh, and cielago meant ba... small flying mammal. Voice of the cielag...hey had receive...istrans message to seek Paul and herself.

"I but remind you of your duties, friend Stilgar," said the voice above them.

"My duty is the strength of the tribe," Stilgar said. "That is my only duty...eed no one to remind me of it. This child-man interests me. He is full-fleshed. He has lived on much water. He has lived away from the father sun. He has not the eyes of the ibad. Yet he does not speak or act lik...eakling of the pans. Nor did his father. How can this be?"

"We cannot stay out here all night arguing," said the voice from the rocks. "I...atro.."

"I will not tell you again, Jamis, to be quiet," Stilgar said.

The man above them remained silent, but Jessica heard him moving, crossing b...eap ove...efile and working his way down to the basin floor on their left.

"The voice of the cielago suggested there'd be value to us in saving you two," Stilgar said. "I can see possibility in this strong boy-man: he is young and can learn. But what of yourself, woman?" He stared at Jessica.

I have his voice and pattern registered no...essica thought...ould control him wit...ord, but he'...trong ma... . worth much more to us unblunted and with full freedom of action. We shall see .

"I am the mother of this boy," Jessica said. "In part, his strength which you admire is the product of my training."

"The strength o...oman can be boundless," Stilgar said. "Certain it is i...everend Mother. Are yo...everend Mother?"

For the moment, Jessica put aside the implications of the question, answered truthfully, "No."

"Are you trained in the ways of the desert?"

"No, but many consider my training valuable."

"We make our own judgments on value," Stilgar said.

"Every man has the right to his own judgments," she said.

"It is well that you see the reason," Stilgar said. "We cannot dally here to test you, woman. Do you understand? We'd not want your shade to plague us...ill take the boy-man, your son, and he shall have my countenance, sanctuary in my tribe. But for you, woma...ou understand there is nothing personal in this? It is the rule, Istislah, in the general interest. Is that not enough?"

Paul too...alf-step forward. "What are you talking about?"

Stilgar flicke...lance across Paul, but kept his attention on Jessica. "Unless you've been deep-trained from childhood to live here, you could bring destruction onto an entire tribe. It is the law, and we cannot carry useles... . "

Jessica's motion started a...lumping, deceptive faint to the ground. It was the obvious thing fo...eak outworlder to do, and the obvious slows an opponent's reactions. It takes an instant to interpre...nown thing when that thing is exposed as something unknown. She shifted as she saw his right shoulder drop to brin...eapon within the folds of his robe to bear on her new position...urn...lash of her arm...hirling of mingled robes, and she was against the rocks with the man helpless in front of her.

At his mother's first movement, Paul backed two steps. As she attacked, he dove for shadows...earded man rose up in his path, half-crouched, lunging forward wit...eapon in one hand. Paul took the man beneath the sternum wit...traight-hand jab, sidestepped and chopped the base of his neck, relieving him of the weapon as he fell.

Then Paul was into the shadows, scrambling upward among the rocks, the weapon tucked into his waist sash. He had recognized it in spite of its unfamiliar shap... projectile weapon, and that said many things about this place, another clue that shields were not used here.

They will concentrate on my mother and that Stilgar fellow. She can handle him...ust get t...afe vantage point wher...an threaten them and give her time to escape .

There cam...horus of sharp spring-clicks from the basin. Projectiles whined off the rocks around him. One of them flicked his robe. He squeezed aroun...orner in the rocks, found himself i...arrow vertical crack, began inching upwar...is back against one side, his feet against the othe...lowly, as silently as he could.

The roar of Stilgar's voice echoed up to him: "Get back, you wormheaded lice! She'll break my neck if you come near!"

A voice out of the basin said: "The boy got away, Stil. What are w.."

"Of course he got away, you sand-braine... . Ugh-h-h! Easy, woman!"

"Tell them to stop hunting my son," Jessica said.

"They've stopped, woman. He got away as you intended him to. Great gods below! Why didn't you say you wer...eirding woman an...ighter?"

"Tell your men to fall back," Jessica said. "Tell them to go out into the basin wher...an see the... . and you'd better believe tha...now how many of them there are."

And she thought: This is the delicate moment, but if this man is as sharp-minded a...hink him, we hav...hance .

Paul inched his way upward, foun...arrow ledge on which he could rest and look down into the basin. Stilgar's voice came up to him.

"And i...efuse? How can yo... . ugh-h-h! Leave be, woman! We mean no harm to you, now. Great gods! If you can do this to the strongest of us, you're worth ten times your weight of water."

Now, the test of reaso...essica thought. She said: "You ask after the Lisan al-Gaib."

"You could be the folk of the legend," he said, "but I'll believe that when it's been tested. Al...now now is that you came here with that stupid Duke wh... . Aiee-e-e! Woman...are not if you kill me! He was honorable and brave, but it was stupid to put himself in the way of the Harkonnen fist!"

Silence.

Presently, Jessica said: "He had no choice, but we'll not argue it. Now, tell that man of yours behind the bush over there to stop trying to bring his weapon to bear on me, or I'll rid the universe of you and take him next."

"You there!" Stilgar roared. "Do as she says!"

"But, Sti.."

"Do as she says, you wormfaced, crawling, sand-brained piece of lizard turd! Do it or I'll help her dismember you! Can't you see the worth of this woman?"

The man at the bush straightened from his partial concealment, lowered his weapon.

"He has obeyed," Stilgar said.

"Now," Jessica said, "explain clearly to your people what it is you wish of me...ant no young hothead to mak...oolish mistake."

"When we slip into the villages and towns we must mask our origin, blend with the pan and graben folk," Stilgar said. "We carry no weapons, for the crysknife is sacred. But you, woman, you have the weirding ability of battle. We'd only heard of it and many doubted, but one cannot doubt what he sees with his own eyes. You mastered an armed Fremen. This i...eapon no search could expose."

There wa...tirring in the basin as Stilgar's words sank home.

"And i...gree to teach you th... . weirding way?"

"My countenance for you as well as your son."

"How can we be sure of the truth in your promise?"

Stilgar's voice lost some of its subtle undertone of reasoning, took on an edge of bitterness. "Out here, woman, we carry no paper for contracts. We make no evening promises to be broken at dawn. Whe...an say...hing, that's the contract. As leader of my people, I've put them in bond to my word. Teach us this weirding way and you have sanctuary with us as long as you wish. Your water shall mingle with our water."

"Can you speak for all Fremen?" Jessica asked.

"In time, that may be. But only my brother, Liet, speaks for all Fremen. Here...romise only secrecy. My people will not speak of you to any other sietch. The Harkonnens have returned to Dune in force and your Duke is dead. It is said that you two died i...other storm. The hunter does not seek dead game."

There's safety in tha...essica thought. But these people have good communications an...essage could be sent.

"I presume there wa...eward offered for us," she said.

Stilgar remained silent, and she could almost see the thoughts turning over in his head, sensing the shifts of his muscles beneath her hands.

Presently, he said: "I will say it once more: I've given the tribe's word-bond. My people know your worth to us now. What could the Harkonnens give us? Our freedom? Hah! no, you are the taqwa, that which buys us more than all the spice in the Harkonnen coffers."

"The...hall teach you my way of battle," Jessica said, and she sensed the unconscious ritual-intensity of her own words.

"Now, will you release me?"

"So be it," Jessica said. She released her hold on him, stepped aside in full view of the bank in the basin. This is the test-mashe...he thought. But Paul must know about them even i...ie for his knowledge .

In the waiting silence, Paul inched forward to ge...etter view of where his mother stood. As he moved, he heard heavy breathing, suddenly stilled, above him in the vertical crack of the rock, and sense...aint shadow there outlined against the stars.

Stilgar's voice came up from the basin: "You, up there! Stop hunting the boy. He'll come down presently."

The voice o...oung boy o...irl sounded from the darkness above Paul: "But, Stil, he can't be far fro.."

"I said leave him be, Chani! You spawn o...izard!"

There cam...hispered imprecation from above Paul an...ow voice: "Call me spawn o...izard!" But the shadow pulled back out of view.

Paul returned his attention to the basin, picking out the gray-shadowed movement of Stilgar beside his mother.

"Come in, all of you," Stilgar called. He turned to Jessica. "And now I'll ask you how we may be certain you'll fulfill your half of our bargain? You're the one's lived with papers and empty contracts and such a.."

"We of the Bene Gesserit don't break our vows any more than you do," Jessica said.

There wa...rotracted silence, the...ultiple hissing of voices: "A Bene Gesserit witch!"

Paul brought his captured weapon from his sash, trained it on the dark figure of Stilgar, but the man and his companions remained immobile, staring at Jessica.

"It is the legend," someone said.

"It was said that the Shadout Mapes gave this report on you," Stilgar said. "Bu...hing so important must be tested. If you are the Bene Gesserit of the legend whose son will lead us to paradis... ." He shrugged.

Jessica sighed, thinking: So our Missionaria Protectiva even planted religious safety valves all through this hell hole. Ah, wel... . it'll help, and that's what it was meant to do .

She said: "The seeress who brought you the legend, she gave it under the binding of karama and ijaz, the miracle and the inimitability of the prophec...hi...now. Do you wis...ign?"

His nostrils flared in the moonlight. "We cannot tarry for the rites," he whispered.

Jessica recalle...hart Kynes had shown her while arranging emergency escape routes. How long ago it seemed. There had bee...lace called "Sietch Tabr" on the chart and beside it the notation: "Stilgar."

"Perhaps when we get to Sietch Tabr," she said.

The revelation shook him, and Jessica thought: If only he knew the tricks we use! She must've been good, that Bene Gesserit of the Missionaria Protectiva. These Fremen are beautifully prepared to believe in us .

Stilgar shifted uneasily. "We must go now."

She nodded, letting him know that they left with her permission.

He looked up at the cliff almost directly at the rock ledge where Paul crouched. "You there, lad: you may come down now." He returned his attention to Jessica, spoke with an apologetic tone: "Your son made an incredible amount of noise climbing. He has much to learn lest he endanger us all, but he's young."

"No doubt we have much to teach each other," Jessica said. "Meanwhile, you'd best see to your companion out there. My noisy son wa...it rough in disarming him."

Stilgar whirled, his hood flapping. "Where?"

"Beyond those bushes." She pointed.

Stilgar touched two of his men. "See to it." He glanced at his companions, identifying them. "Jamis is missing." He turned to Jessica. "Even your cub knows the weirding way."

"And you'll notice that my son hasn't stirred from up there as you ordered," Jessica said.

The two men Stilgar had sent returned supportin...hird who stumbled and gasped between them. Stilgar gave the...licking glance, returned his attention to Jessica. "The son will take only your orders, eh? Good. He knows discipline."

"Paul, you may come down now," Jessica said.

Paul stood up, emerging into moonlight above his concealing cleft, slipped the Fremen weapon back into his sash. As he turned, another figure arose from the rocks to face him.

In the moonlight and reflection off gray stone, Paul sa...mall figure in Fremen robes...hadowed face peering out at him from the hood, and the muzzle of one of the projectile weapons aimed at him fro...old of robe.

"I am Chani, daughter of Liet."

The voice was lilting, half filled with laughter.

"I would not have permitted you to harm my companions," she said.

Paul swallowed. The figure in front of him turned into the moon's path and he saw an elfin face, black pits of eyes. The familiarity of that face, the features out of numberless visions in his earliest prescience, shocked Paul to stillness. He remembered the angry bravado with which he had once described this face-from-a-dream, telling the Reverend Mother Gains Helen Mohiam: "I will meet her."

And here was the face, but in no meeting he had ever dreamed.

"You were as noisy as shai-hulud i...age," she said. "And you took the most difficult way up here. Follow me; I'll show you an easier way down."

He scrambled out of the cleft, followed the swirling of her robe acros...umbled landscape. She moved lik...azelle, dancing over the rocks. Paul felt hot blood in his face, was thankful for the darkness.

That girl! She was lik...ouch of destiny. He felt caught up o...ave, in tune wit...otion that lifted all his spirits.

They stood presently amidst the Fremen on the basin floor.

Jessica turne...ry smile on Paul, but spoke to Stilgar: "This will b...ood exchange of teachings...ope you and your people feel no anger at our violence. It seeme... . necessary. You were about t... . mak...istake."

"To save one fro...istake i...ift of paradise," Stilgar said. He touched his lips with his left hand, lifted the weapon from Paul's waist with the other, tossed it t...ompanion. "You will have your own maula pistol, lad, when you've earned it."

Paul started to speak, hesitated, remembering his mother's teaching: "Beginnings are such delicate time.."

"My son has what weapons he needs," Jessica said. She stared at Stilgar, forcing him to think of how Paul had acquired the pistol.

Stilgar glanced at the man Paul had subdue...amis. The man stood at one side, head lowered, breathing heavily. "You ar...ifficult woman," Stilgar said. He held out his left hand t...ompanion, snapped his fingers. "Kushti bakka te."

More Chakobs...essica thought.

The companion pressed two squares of gauze into Stilgar's hand. Stilgar ran them through his fingers, fixed one around Jessica's neck beneath her hood, fitted the other around Paul's neck in the same way.

"Now you wear the kerchief of the bakka," he said. "If we become separated, you will be recognized as belonging to Stilgar's sietch. We will talk of weapons another time."

He moved out through his band now, inspecting them, giving Paul's Fremkit pack to one of his men to carry.

Bakka, Jessica thought, recognizing the religious term: bakk...he weepe...he sensed how the symbolism of the kerchiefs united this band. Why should weeping unite them? she asked herself.

Stilgar came to the young girl who had embarrassed Paul, said: "Chani, take the child-man under your wing. Keep him out of trouble."

Chani touched Paul's arm. "Come along, child-man."

Paul hid the anger in his voice, said: "My name is Paul. It were well yo.."

"We'll give yo...ame, manling," Stilgar said, "in the time of the mihna, at the test of aql."

The test of reaso...essica translated. The sudden need of Paul's ascendancy overrode all other consideration, and she barked, "My son's been tested with the gom jabbar!"

In the stillness that followed, she knew she had struck to the heart of them.

"There's much we don't know of each other," Stilgar said. "But we tarry overlong. Day-sun mustn't find us in the open." He crossed to the man Paul had struck down, said, "Jamis, can you travel?"

A grunt answered him. "Surprised me, he did. 'Twas an accident...an travel."

"No accident," Stilgar said. "I'll hold you responsible with Chani for the lad's safety, Jamis. These people have my countenance."

Jessica stared at the man, Jamis. His was the voice that had argued with Stilgar from the rocks. His was the voice with death in it. And Stilgar had seen fit to reinforce his order with this Jamis.

Stilgar flicke...esting glance across the group, motioned two men out. "Larus and Farrukh, you are to hide our tracks. See that we leave no trace. Extra car...e have two with us who've not been trained." He turned, hand upheld and aimed across the basin. "In squad line with flanker...ove out. We must be at Cave of the Ridges before dawn."

Jessica fell into step beside Stilgar, counting heads. There were forty Freme...he and Paul made it forty-two. And she thought: They travel a...ilitary compan...ven the girl, Chani .

Paul too...lace in the line behind Chani. He had put down the black feeling at being caught by the girl. In his mind now was the memory called up by his mother's barked reminder: "My son's been tested with the gom jabbar!" He found that his hand tingled with remembered pain.

"Watch where you go," Chani hissed. "Do not brush agains...ush lest you leav...hread to show our passage."

Paul swallowed, nodded.

Jessica listened to the sounds of the troop, hearing her own footsteps and Paul's, marveling at the way the Fremen moved. They were forty people crossing the basin with only the sounds natural to the plac...hostly feluccas, their robes flitting through the shadows. Their destination was Sietch Tab...tilgar's sietch.

She turned the word over in her mind; sietch. It wa...hakobsa word, unchanged from the old hunting language out of countless centuries. Sietch...eeting place in time of danger. The profound implications of the word and the language were just beginning to register with her after the tension of their encounter.

"We move well," Stilgar said. "With, Shai-hulud's favor, we'll reach Cave of the Ridges before dawn."

Jessica nodded, conserving her strength, sensing the terrible fatigue she held at bay by force of wil... . and, she admitted it: by the force of elation. Her mind focused on the value of this troop, seeing what was revealed here about the Fremen culture.

All of the...he thought, an entire culture trained to military order. Wha...riceless thing is here for an outcast Duke!

The Fremen were supreme in that quality the ancients called "spannungsbogen"  - which is the self-imposed delay between desire fo...hing and the act of reaching out to grasp that thing.

- from "The Wisdom of Muad'Dib" by the Princess Irulan

They approached Cave of the Ridges at dawnbreak, moving throug...plit in the basin wall so narrow they had to turn sideways to negotiate it. Jessica saw Stilgar detach guards in the thin dawnlight, saw them fo...oment as they began their scrambling climb up the cliff.

Paul turned his head upward as he walked, seeing the tapestry of this planet cut in cross section where the narrow cleft gaped toward gray-blue sky.

Chani pulled at his robe to hurry him, said: "Quickly. It is already light."

"The men who climbed above us, where are they going?" Paul whispered.

"The first daywatch," she said. "Hurry now!"

A guard left outsid...aul thought. Wise. But it would've been wiser still for us to approach this place in separate bands. Less chance of losing the whole troo...e paused in the thought, realizing that this was guerrilla thinking, and he remembered his father's fear that the Atreides might becom...uerrilla house.

"Faster," Chani whispered.

Paul sped his steps, hearing the swish of robes behind. And he thought of the words of the sirat from Yueh's tiny O.C. Bible.

"Paradise on my right, Hell on my left and the Angel of Death behind ." He rolled the quotation in his mind.

They rounde...orner where the passage widened. Stilgar stood at one side motioning them int...ow hole that opened at right angles.

"Quickly!" he hissed. "We're like rabbits i...age i...atrol catches us here."

Paul bent for the opening, followed Chani int...ave illuminated by thin gray light from somewhere ahead.

"You can stand up," she said.

He straightened, studied the place...eep and wide area with domed ceiling that curved away just out o...an's handreach. The troop spread out through shadows. Paul saw his mother come up on one side, saw her examine their companions. And he noted how she failed to blend with the Fremen even though her garb was identical. The way she move...uc...ense of power and grace.

"Fin...lace to rest and stay out of the way, child-man," Chani said. "Here's food." She pressed two leaf-wrapped morsels into his hand. They reeked of spice.

Stilgar came up behind Jessica, called an order t...roup on the left. "Get the doorseal in place and see to moisture security." He turned to another Fremen: "Lemil, get glowglobes." He took Jessica's arm. "I wish to show you something, weirding woman." He led her aroun...urve of rock toward the light source.

Jessica found herself looking out across the wide lip of another opening to the cave, an opening high i...liff wal...ooking out across another basin about ten or twelve kilometers wide. The basin was shielded by high rock walls. Sparse clumps of plant growth were scattered around it.

As she looked at the dawn-gray basin, the sun lifted over the far escarpment illuminatin...iscuit-colored landscape of rocks and sand. And she noted how the sun of Arrakis appeared to leap over the horizon.

It's because we want to hold it bac...he thought. Night is safer than da...here came over her the...onging fo...ainbow in this place that would never see rain...ust suppress such longing...he thought. They'r...eakness...o longer can afford weaknesses .

Stilgar gripped her arm, pointed across the basin. "There! There you see proper Druses."

She looked where he pointed, saw movement: people on the basin floor scattering at the daylight into the shadows of the opposite cliffwall. In spite of the distance, their movements were plain in the clear air. She lifted her binoculars from beneath her robe, focused the oil lenses on the distant people. Kerchiefs fluttered lik...light of multicolored butterflies.

"That is home," Stilgar said. "We will be there this night." He stared across the basin, tugging at his mustache. "My people stayed out overlate working. That means there are no patrols about. I'll signal them later and they'll prepare for us."

"Your people show good discipline," Jessica said. She lowered the binoculars, saw that Stilgar was looking at them.

"They obey the preservation of the tribe," he said. "It is the way we choose among us fo...eader. The leader is the one who is strongest, the one who brings water and security." He lifted his attention to her face.

She returned his stare, noted the whiteless eyes, the stained eyepits, the dust-rimmed beard and mustache, the line of the catchtube curving down from his nostrils into his stillsuit.

"Hav...ompromised your leadership by besting you, Stilgar?" she asked.

"You did not call me out," he said.

"It's important tha...eader keep the respect of his troop," she said.

"Isn'...ne of those sandlic...annot handle," Stilgar said. "When you bested me, you bested us all. Now, they hope to learn from yo... . the weirding wa... . and some are curious to see if you intend to call me out."

She weighed the implications. "By besting you in formal battle?"

He nodded. "I'd advise you against this because they'd not follow you. You're not of the sand. They saw this in our night's passage."

"Practical people," she said.

"True enough." He glanced at the basin. "We know our needs. But not many are thinking deep thoughts now this close to home. We've been out overlong arranging to deliver our spice quota to the free traders for the cursed Guil... . may their faces be forever black."

Jessica stopped in the act of turning away from him, looked back up into his face. "The Guild? What has the Guild to do with your spice?"

"It's Liet's command," Stilgar said. "We know the reason, but the taste of it sours us. We bribe the Guild wit...onstrous payment in spice to keep our skies clear of satellites and such that none may spy what we do to the face of Arrakis."

She weighed out her words, remembering that Paul had said this must be the reason Arrakeen skies were clear of satellites. "And what is it you do to the face of Arrakis that must not be seen?"

"We change i... . slowly but with certaint... . to make it fit for human life. Our generation will not see it, nor our children nor our children's children nor the grandchildren of their childre... . but it will come." He stared with veiled eyes out over the basin. "Open water and tall green plants and people walking freely without stillsuits."

So that's the dream of this Liet-Kyne...he thought. And she said: "Bribes are dangerous; they hav...ay of growing larger and larger."

"They grow," he said, "but the slow way is the safe way."

Jessica turned, looked out over the basin, trying to see it the way Stilgar was seeing it in his imagination. She saw only the grayed mustard stain of distant rocks an...udden hazy motion in the sky above the cliffs.

"Ah-h-h-h," Stilgar said.

She thought at first it must b...atrol vehicle, then realized it wa...irag...nother landscape hovering over the desert-sand an...istant wavering of greenery and in the middle distanc...ong worm traveling the surface with what looked like Fremen robes fluttering on its back.

The mirage faded.

"It would be better to ride," Stilgar said, "but we cannot permi...aker into this basin. Thus, we must walk again tonight."

Make...heir word for wor...he thought.

She measured the import of his words, the statement that they could not permi...orm into this basin. She knew what she had seen in the mirag...remen riding on the back o...iant worm. It took heavy control not to betray her shock at the implications.

"We must be getting back to the others," Stilgar said. "Else my people may suspec...ally with you. Some already are jealous that my hands tasted your loveliness when we struggled last night in Tuono Basin ."

"That will be enough of that!" Jessica snapped.

"No offense," Stilgar said, and his voice was mild. "Women among us are not taken against their wil... . and with yo... . " He shrugged. "... even that convention isn't required."

"You will keep in mind tha...a...uke's lady," she said, but her voice was calmer.

"As you wish," he said. "It's time to seal off this opening, to permit relaxation of stillsuit discipline. My people need to rest in comfort this day. Their families will give them little rest on the morrow."

Silence fell between them.

Jessica stared out into the sunlight. She had heard what she had heard in Stilgar's voic...he unspoken offer of more than his countenanc...id he nee...ife? She realized she could step into that place with him. It would be one way to end conflict over tribal leadershi...emale properly aligned with male.

But what of Paul then? Who could tell yet what rules of parenthood prevailed here? And what of the unborn daughter she had carried these few weeks? What o...ead Duke's daughter? And she permitted herself to face fully the significance of this other child growing within her, to see her own motives in permitting the conception. She knew what it wa...he had succumbed to that profound drive shared by all creatures who are faced with deat...he drive to seek immortality through progeny. The fertility drive of the species had overpowered them.

Jessica glanced at Stilgar, saw that he was studying her, waiting...aughter born here t...oman wed to suc...ne as this ma...hat would be the fate of suc...aughter? she asked herself. Would he try to limit the necessities tha...ene Gesserit must follow?

Stilgar cleared his throat and revealed then that he understood some of the questions in her mind. "What is important fo...eader is that which makes hi...eader. It is the needs of his people. If you teach me your powers, there may com...ay when one of us must challenge the other...ould prefer some alternative."

"There are several alternatives?" she asked.

"The Sayyadina," he said. "Our Reverend Mother is old."

Their Reverend Mother!

Before she could probe this, he said: "I do not necessarily offer myself as mate. This is nothing personal, for you are beautiful and desirable. But should you become one of my women, that might lead some of my young men to believe that I'm too much concerned with pleasures of the flesh and not enough concerned with the tribe's needs. Even now they listen to us and watch us."

A man who weighs his decisions, who thinks of consequence...he thought.

"There are those among my young men who have reached the age of wild spirits," he said. "They must be eased through this period...ust leave no great reasons around for them to challenge me. Becaus...ould have to maim and kill among them. This is not the proper course fo...eader if it can be avoided with honor...eader, you see, is one of the things that distinguishe...ob fro...eople. He maintains the level of individuals. Too few individuals, an...eople reverts t...ob."

......QQ His words, the depth of their awareness, the fact that he spoke as much to her as to those who secretly listened, forced her to reevaluate him.

He has statur...he thought. Where did he learn such inner balance?

"The law that demands our form of choosin...eader i...ust law," Stilgar said. "But it does not follow that justice is always the thin...eople needs. What we truly need now is time to grow and prosper, to spread our force over more land."

What is his ancestry? she wondered. Whence comes such breeding? She said: "Stilgar...nderestimated you."

"Such was my suspicion," he said.

"Each of us apparently underestimated the other," she said.

"I should like an end to this," he said. "I should like friendship with yo... . and trust...hould like that respect for each other which grows in the breast without demand for the huddlings of sex."

"I understand," she said.

"Do you trust me?"

"I hear your sincerity."

"Among us," he said, "the Sayyadina, when they are not the formal leaders, hol...pecial place of honor. They teach. They maintain the strength of God here." He touched his breast.

No...ust probe this Reverend Mother myster...he thought. And she said: "You spoke of your Reverend Mothe... . and I've heard words of legend and prophecy."

"It is said tha...ene Gesserit and her offspring hold the key to our future," he said.

"Do you believ...m that one."

She watched his face, thinking; The young reed dies so easily. Beginnings are times of such great peril.

"We do not know," he said.

She nodded, thinking: He's an honorable man. He want...ign from me, but he'll not tip fate by telling me the sign .

Jessica turned her head, stared down into the basin at the golden shadows, the purple shadows, the vibrations of dust-mote air across the lip of their cave. Her mind was filled suddenly with feline prudence. She knew the cant of the Missionaria Protectiva, knew how to adapt the techniques of legend and fear and hope to her emergency needs, but she sensed wild changes her... . as though someone had been in among these Fremen and capitalized on the Missionaria Protectiva's imprint.

Stilgar cleared his throat.

She sensed his impatience, knew that the day moved ahead and men waited to seal off this opening. This wa...ime for boldness on her part, and she realized what she needed: some dar al-hikman, some school of translation that would give he... .

"Adab," she whispered.

Her mind felt as though it had rolled over within her. She recognized the sensation wit...uickening of pulse. Nothing in all the Bene Gesserit training carried suc...ignal of recognition. It could be only the adab, the demanding memory that comes upon you of itself. She gave herself up to it, allowing the words to flow from her.

"Ibn qirtaiba," she said, "as far as the spot where the dust ends." She stretched out an arm from her robe, seeing Stilgar's eyes go wide. She hear...ustling of many robes in the background. "I se... ...remen with the book of examples," she intoned. "He reads to al-Lat, the sun whom he defied and subjugated. He reads to the Sadus of the Trial and this is what he reads;

"Mine enemies are like green blades eaten down

That did stand in the path of the tempest.

Hast thou not seen what our Lord did?

He sent the pestilence among them

That did lay schemes against us.

They are like birds scattered by the huntsman.

Their schemes are like pellets of poison

That every mouth rejects."

A trembling passed through her. She dropped her arm.

Back to her from the inner cave's shadows cam...hispered response of many voices: "Their works have been overturned."

"The fire of God mount over thy heart," she said. And she thought: Now, it goes in the proper channel.

"The fire of God set alight," came the response.

She nodded. "Thine enemies shall fall," she said.

"Bi-la kaifa," they answered.

In the sudden hush, Stilgar bowed to her. "Sayyadina," he said. "If the Shai-hulud grant, then you may yet pass within to becom...everend Mother."

Pass withi...he thought. An odd way of putting it. But the rest of it fitted into the cant well enoug...nd she fel...ynical bitterness at what she had done. Our Missionaria Protectiva seldom fails...lace was prepared for us in this wilderness. The prayer of the salat has carved out our hiding place. No... ...ust play the part of Auliya, the Friend of Go... . Sayyadina to rogue peoples who've been so heavily imprinted with our Bene Gesserit soothsay they even call their chief priestesses Reverend Mothers .

Paul stood beside Chani in the shadows of the inner cave. He could still taste the morsel she had fed hi...ird flesh and grain bound with spice honey and encased i...eaf. In tasting it he had realized he never before had eaten suc...oncentration of spice essence and there had bee...oment of fear. He knew what this essence could do to hi...he spice change that pushed his mind into prescient awareness.

"Bi-la kaifa," Chani whispered.

He looked at her, seeing the awe with which the Fremen appeared to accept his mother's words. Only the man called Jamis seemed to stand aloof from the ceremony, holding himself apart with arms folded across his breast.

"Duy yakha hin mange," Chani whispered. "Duy punra hin mange...ave two eyes...ave two feet."

And she stared at Paul wit...ook of wonder.

Paul too...eep breath, trying to still the tempest within him. His mother's words had locked onto the working of the spice essence, and he had felt her voice rise and fall within him like the shadows of an open fire. Through it all, he had sensed the edge of cynicism in he...e knew her so well...ut nothing could stop this thing that had begun wit...orsel of food.

Terrible purpose!

He sensed it, the race consciousness that he could not escape. There was the sharpened clarity, the inflow of data, the cold precision of his awareness. He sank to the floor, sitting with his back against rock, giving himself up to it. Awareness flowed into that timeless stratum where he could view time, sensing the available paths, the winds of the futur... . the winds of the past: the one-eyed vision of the past, the one-eyed vision of the present and the one-eyed vision of the futur...ll combined i...rinocular vision that permitted him to see time-become-space.

There was danger, he felt, of overrunning himself, and he had to hold onto his awareness of the present, sensing the blurred deflection of experience, the flowing moment, the continual solidification of that-which-is into the perpetual-was.

In grasping the present, he felt for the first time the massive steadiness of time's movement everywhere complicated by shifting currents, waves, surges, and countersurges, like surf against rocky cliffs. It gave hi...ew understanding of his prescience, and he saw the source of blind time, the source of error in it, with an immediate sensation of fear.

The prescience, he realized, was an illumination that incorporated the limits of what it reveale...t onc...ource of accuracy and meaningful error...ind of Heisenberg indeterminacy intervened: the expenditure of energy that revealed what he saw, changed what he saw.

And what he saw wa...ime nexus within this cave...oiling of possibilities focused here, wherein the most minute actio...he wink of an eye...areless word...isplaced grain of san...ove...igantic lever across the known universe. He saw violence with the outcome subject to so many variables that his slightest movement created vast shiftings in the pattern.

The vision made him want to freeze into immobility, but this, too, was action with its consequences.

The countless consequence...ines fanned out from this cave, and along most of these consequence-lines he saw his own dead body with blood flowing fro...aping knife wound.

My father, the Padishah Emperor, was 72 yet looked no more than 35 the year he encompassed the death of Duke Leto and gave Arrakis back to the Harkonnens. He seldom appeared in public wearing other tha...ardaukar uniform an...urseg's black helmet with the imperial lion in gold upon its crest. The uniform was an open reminder of where his power lay. He was not always that blatant, though. When he wanted, he could radiate charm and sincerity, bu...ften wonder in these later days if anything about him was as it seemed...hink now he wa...an fighting constantly to escape the bars of an invisible cage. You must remember that he was an emperor, father-head o...ynasty that reached back into the dimmest history. But we denied hi...egal son. Was this not the most terrible defea...uler ever suffered? My mother obeyed her Sister Superiors where the Lady Jessica disobeyed. Which of them was the stronger? History already has answered.

- "In My Father's House" by the Princess Irulan

Jessica awakened in cave darkness, sensing the stir of Fremen around her, smelling the acrid stillsuit odor. Her inner timesense told her it would soon be night outside, but the cave remained in blackness, shielded from the desert by the plastic hoods that trapped their body moisture within this space.

She realized that she had permitted herself the utterly relaxing sleep of great fatigue, and this suggested something of her own unconscious assessment on personal security within Stilgar's troop. She turned in the hammock that had been fashioned of her robe, slipped her feet to the rock floor and into her desert boots.

I must remember to fasten the boots slip-fashion to help my stillsuit's pumping actio...he thought. There are so many things to remember .

She could still taste their morning mea...he morsel of bird flesh and grain bound withi...eaf with spice hone...nd it came to her that the use of time was turned around here: night was the day of activity and day was the time of rest.

Night conceals; night is safest .

She unhooked her robe from its hammock pegs i...ock alcove, fumbled with the fabric in the dark until she found the top, slipped into it.

How to ge...essage out to the Bene Gesserit? she wondered. They would have to be told of the two strays in Arrakeen sanctuary.

Glowglobes came alight farther into the cave. She saw people moving there, Paul among them already dressed and with his hood thrown back to reveal the aquiline Atreides profile.

He had acted so strangely before they retired, she thought. Withdraw...e was like one come back from the dead, not yet fully aware of his return, his eyes half shut and glassy with the inward stare. It made her think of his warning about the spice-impregnated diet: addictive .

Are there side effects? she wondered. He said it had something to do with his prescient faculty, but he has been strangely silent about what he sees .

Stilgar came from shadows to her right, crossed to the group beneath the glowglobes. She marked how he fingered his beard and the watchful, cat-stalking look of him.

Abrupt fear shot through Jessica as her senses awakened to the tensions visible in the people gathered around Pau...he stiff movements, the ritual positions.

"They have my countenance!" Stilgar rumbled.

Jessica recognized the man Stilgar confronte...amis! She saw then the rage in Jami...he tight set of his shoulders.

Jamis, the man Paul bested! she thought.

"You know the rule, Stilgar," Jamis said.

"Who knows it better?" Stilgar asked, and she heard the tone of placation in his voice, the attempt to smooth something over.

"I choose the combat," Jamis growled.

Jessica sped across the cave, grasped Stilgar's arm. "What is this?" she asked.

"It is the amtal rule," Stilgar said. "Jamis is demanding the right to test your part in the legend."

"She must be championed," Jamis said. "If her champion wins, that's the truth in it. But it's sai... ." He glanced across the press of people. "... that she'd need no champion from the Freme...hich can mean only that she brings her own champion."

He's talking of single combat with Paul! Jessica thought.

She released Stilgar's arm, too...alf-step forward. "I'm always my own champion," she said. "The meaning's simple enough fo... ."

"You'll not tell us our ways!" Jamis snapped. "Not without more proof than I've seen. Stilgar could've told you what to say last morning. He could've filled your mind full of the coddle and you could've bird-talked it to us, hoping to mak...alse way among us."

I can take hi...essica thought, but that might conflict with the way they interpret the legen...nd again she wondered at the way the Missionaria Protectiva's work had been twisted on this planet.

Stilgar looked at Jessica, spoke i...ow voice but one designed to carry to the crowd's fringe. "Jamis is one to hol...rudge, Sayyadina. Your son bested him an.."

"It was an accident!" Jamis roared. "There was witch-force at Tuono Basin and I'll prove it now!"

"... and I've bested him myself," Stilgar continued. "He seeks by this tahaddi challenge to get back at me as well. There's too much of violence in Jamis for him ever to mak...ood leade...oo much ghafla, the distraction. He gives his mouth to the rules and his heart to the sarfa, the turning away. No, he could never mak...ood leader. I've preserved him this long because he's useful i...ight as such, but when he gets this carving anger on him he's dangerous to his own society."

"Stilgar-r-r-r!" Jamis rumbled.

And Jessica saw what Stilgar was doing, trying to enrage Jamis, to take the challenge away from Paul.

Stilgar faced Jamis, and again Jessica heard the soothing in the rumbling voice. "Jamis, he's bu...oy. He'.."

"You named hi...an," Jamis said. "His mother says he's been through the gom jabbar. He's full-fleshed and wit...urfeit of water. The ones who carried their pack say there's literjons of water in it. Literjons! And us sipping our catch-pockets the instant they show dewsparkle."

Stilgar glanced at Jessica. "Is this true? Is there water in your pack?"

"Yes."

"Literjons of it?"

"Two literjons."

"What was intended with this wealth?"

Wealth? she thought. She shook her head, feeling the coldness in his voice.

"Wher...as born, water fell from the sky and ran over the land in wide rivers," she said. "There were oceans of it so broad you could not see the other shore. I've not been trained to your water discipline...ever before had to think of it this way."

A sighing gasp arose from the people around them: "Water fell from the sk... . it ran over the land."

"Did you know there're those among us who've lost from their catch-pockets by accident and will be in sore trouble before we reach Tabr this night?"

"How coul...now?" Jessica shook her head. "If they're in need, give them water from our pack."

"Is that what you intended with this wealth?"

"I intended it to save life," she said.

"Then we accept your blessing, Sayyadina."

"You'll not buy us off with water," Jamis growled. "Nor will you anger me against yourself, Stilgar...ee you trying to make me call you out before I've proved my words,"

Stilgar faced Jamis. "Are you determined to press this fight agains...hild, Jamis?" His voice was low, venomous.

"She must be championed."

"Even though she has my countenance?"

"I invoke the amtal rule," Jamis said. "It's my right."

Stilgar nodded. "Then, if the boy does not carve you down, you'll answer to my knife afterward. And this time I'll not hold back the blade as I've done before."

"You cannot do this thing," Jessica said. "Paul's jus.."

"You must not interfere, Sayyadina," Stilgar said. "Oh...now you can take me and, therefore, can take anyone among us, but you cannot best us all united. This must be; it is the amtal rule."

Jessica fell silent, staring at him in the green light of the glowglobes, seeing the demoniacal stiffness that had taken over his expression. She shifted her attention to Jamis, saw the brooding look to his brows and thought...hould've seen that before. He broods. He's the silent kind, one who works himself up inside...hould've been prepared .

"If you harm my son," she said, "You'll have me to meet...all you out now. I'll carve you int...oint o.."

"Mother." Paul stepped forward, touched her sleeve. "Perhaps i...xplain to Jamis ho.."

"Explain!" Jamis sneered.

Paul fell silent, staring at the man. He felt no fear of him. Jamis appeared clumsy in his movements and he had fallen so easily in their night encounter on the sand. But Paul still felt the nexus-boiling of this cave, still remembered the prescient visions of himself dead unde...nife. There had been so few avenues of escape for him in that visio... .

Stilgar said: "Sayyadina, you must step back now wher.."

"Stop calling her Sayyadina!" Jamis said. "That's yet to be proved. So she knows the prayer! What's that? Every child among us knows it."

He has talked enoug...essica thought. I've the key to him...ould immobilize him wit...or...he hesitated. Bu...annot stop them all .

"You will answer to me then," Jessica said, and she pitched her voice i...wisting tone wit...ittle whine in it an...atch at the end.

Jamis stared at her, fright visible on his face.

"I'll teach you agony," she said in the same tone. "Remember that as you fight. You'll have agony such as will make the gom jabba...appy memory by comparison. You will writhe with your entir.."

"She trie...pell on me!" Jamis gasped. He put his clenched right fist beside his ear. "I invoke the silence on her!"

"So be it then," Stilgar said. He cas...arning glance at Jessica. "If you speak again, Sayyadina, we'll know it's your witchcraft and you'll be forfeit." He nodded for her to step back.

Jessica felt hands pulling her, helping her back, and she sensed they were not unkindly. She saw Paul being separated from the throng, the elfin-faced Chani whispering in his ear as she nodded toward Jamis.

A ring formed within the troop. More glowglobes were brought and all of them tuned to the yellow band.

Jamis stepped into the ring, slipped out of his robe and tossed it to someone in the crowd. He stood there i...loudy gray slickness of stillsuit that was patched and marked by tucks and gathers. Fo...oment, he bent with his mouth to his shoulder, drinking fro...atchpocket tube. Presently he straightened, peeled off and detached the suit, handed it carefully into the crowd. He stood waiting, clad in loincloth and some tight fabric over his feet...rysknife in his right hand.

Jessica saw the girl-child Chani helping Paul, saw her pres...rysknife handle into his palm, saw him heft it, testing the weight and balance. And it came to Jessica that Paul had been trained in prana and bindu, the nerve and the fibe...hat he had been taught fighting i...eadly school, his teachers men like Duncan Idaho and Gurney Halleck, men who were legends in their own lifetimes. The boy knew the devious ways of the Bene Gesserit and he looked supple and confident.

But he's only fiftee...he thought. And he has no shield...ust stop this. Somehow, there must b...ay t... . She looked up, saw Stilgar watching her.

"You cannot stop it," he said. "You must not speak."

She pu...and over her mouth, thinking: I've planted fear in Jamis' mind. It'll slow him som... . perhaps. I...ould only pra...ruly pray .

Paul stood alone now just into the ring, clad in the fighting trunks he'd worn under his stillsuit. He hel...rysknife in his right hand; his feet were bare against the sand-gritted rock. Idaho had warned him time and again: "When in doubt of your surface, bare feet are best ." And there were Chani's words of instruction still in the front of his consciousness: "Jamis turns to the right with his knife afte...arry. It'...abit in him we've all seen. And he'll aim for the eyes to catc...link in which to slash you. And he can fight either hand; look out fo...nife shift ."

But strongest in Paul so that he felt it with his entire body was training and the instinctual reaction mechanism that had been hammered into him day after day, hour after hour on the practice floor.

Gurney Halleck's words were there to remember: "The good knife fighter thinks on point and blade and shearing-guard simultaneously. The point can also cut; the blade can also stab; the shearing-guard can also trap your opponent's blade ."

Paul glanced at the crysknife. There was no shearing-guard; only the slim round ring of the handle with its raised lips to protect the hand. And even so, he realized that he did not know the breaking tension of this blade, did not even know if it could be broken.

Jamis began sidling to the right along the edge of the ring opposite Paul.

Paul crouched, realizing then that he had no shield, but was trained to fighting with its subtle field around him, trained to react on defense with utmost speed while his attack would be timed to the controlled slowness necessary for penetrating the enemy's shield. In spite of constant warning from his trainers not to depend on the shield's mindless blunting of attack speed, he knew that shield-awareness was part of him.

Jamis called out in ritual challenge: "May thy knife chip and shatter!"

This knife will break the...aul thought.

He cautioned himself that Jamis also was without shield, but the man wasn't trained to its use, had no shield-fighter inhibitions.

Paul stared across the ring at Jamis. The man's body looked like knotted whipcord o...ried skeleton. His crysknife shone milky yellow in the light of the glowglobes.

Fear coursed through Paul. He felt suddenly alone and naked standing in dull yellow light within this ring of people. Prescience had fed his knowledge with countless experiences, hinted at the strongest currents of the future and the strings of decision that guided them, but this was the real-no...his was death hanging on an infinite number of miniscule mischances.

Anything could tip the future here, he realized. Someone coughing in the troop of watchers...istraction...ariation i...lowglobe's brilliance...eceptive shadow.

I'm afrai...aul told himself.

And he circled warily opposite Jamis, repeating silently to himself the Bene Gesserit litany against fear. "Fear is the mind-kille... ." It wa...ool bath washing over him. He felt muscles untie themselves, become poised and ready.

"I'll sheath my knife in your blood," Jamis snarled. And in the middle of the last word he pounced.

Jessica saw the motion, stifled an outcry.

Where the man struck there was only empty air and Paul stood now behind Jamis wit...lear shot at the exposed back.

Now, Paul! Now! Jessica screamed it in her mind.

Paul's motion was slowly timed, beautifully fluid, but so slow it gave Jamis the margin to twist away, backing and turning to the right.

Paul withdrew, crouching low. "First, you must find my blood," he said.

Jessica recognized the shield-fighter timing in her son, and it came over her wha...wo-edged thing that was. The boy's reactions were those of youth and trained t...eak these people had never seen. But the attack was trained, too, and conditioned by the necessities of penetratin...hield barrier...hield would repel too fas...low, admit only the slowly deceptive counter. It needed control and trickery to get throug...hield.

Does Paul see it? she asked herself. He must!

Again Jamis attacked, ink-dark eyes glaring, his bod...ellow blur under the glowglobes.

And again Paul slipped away to return too slowly on the attack.

And again.

And again.

Each time, Paul's counterblow came an instant late.

And Jessica sa...hing she hoped Jamis did not see. Paul's defensive reactions were blindingly fast, but they moved each time at the precisely correct angle they would take i...hield were helping deflect part of Jamis' blow.

"Is your son playing with that poor fool?" Stilgar asked. He waved her to silence before she could respond. "Sorry; you must remain silent."

Now the two figures on the rock floor circled each other; Jamis with knife hand held far forward and tipped up slightly; Paul crouched with knife held low.

Again, Jamis pounced, and this time he twisted to the right where Paul had been dodging.

Instead of faking back and out, Paul met the man's knife hand on the point of his own blade. Then the boy was gone, twisting away to the left and thankful for Chani's warning.

Jamis backed into the center of the circle, rubbing his knife hand. Blood dripped from the injury fo...oment, stopped. His eyes were wide and starin...wo blue-black hole...tudying Paul wit...ew wariness in the dull light of the glowglobes.

"Ah, that one hurt," Stilgar murmured.

Paul crouched at the ready and, as he had been trained to do after first blood, called out: "Do you yield?"

"Hah!" Jamis cried.

An angry murmur arose from the troop.

"Hold!" Stilgar called out. "The lad doesn't know our rule." Then, to Paul: "There can be no yielding in the tahaddi-challenge. Death is the test of it."

Jessica saw Paul swallow hard. And she thought: He's never kille...an like thi... . in the hot blood o...nife fight. Can he do it?

Paul circled slowly right, forced by Jamis' movement. The prescient knowledge of the time-boiling variables in this cave came back to plague him now. His new understanding told him there were too many swiftly compressed decisions in this fight for any clear channel ahead to show itself.

Variable piled on variabl...hat was why this cave lay a...lurred nexus in his path. It was lik...igantic rock in the flood, creating maelstroms in the current around it.

"Have an end to it, lad," Stilgar muttered. "Don't play with him."

Paul crept farther into the ring, relying on his own edge in speed.

Jamis backed now that the realization swept over hi...hat this was no soft offworlder in the tahaddi ring, easy prey fo...remen crysknife.

Jessica saw the shadow of desperation in the man's face. Now is when he's most dangerou...he thought. Now he's desperate and can do anything. He sees that this is not lik...hild of his own people, bu...ighting machine born and trained to it from infancy. Now the fea...lanted in him has come to bloom .

And she found in hersel...ense of pity for Jami...n emotion tempered by awareness of the immediate peril to her son.

Jamis could do anythin... . any unpredictable thin...he told herself. She wondered then if Paul had glimpsed this future, if he were reliving this experience. But she saw the way her son moved, the beads of perspiration on his face and shoulders, the careful wariness visible in the flow of muscles. And for the first time she sensed, without understanding it, the uncertainty factor in Paul's gift.

Paul pressed the fight now, circling but not attacking. He had seen the fear in his opponent. Memory of Duncan Idaho's voice flowed through Paul's awareness: "When your opponent fears you, then's the moment when you give the fear its own rein, give it the time to work on him. Let it become terror. The terrified man fights himself. Eventually, he attacks in desperation. That is the most dangerous moment, but the terrified man can be trusted usually to mak...atal mistake. You are being trained here to detect these mistakes and use them ."

The crowd in the cavern began to mutter.

They think Paul's toying with Jami...essica thought. They think Paul's being needlessly cruel .

But she sensed also the undercurrent of crowd excitement, their enjoyment of the spectacle. And she could see the pressure building up in Jamis. The moment when it became too much for him to contain was as apparent to her as it was to Jami... . or to Paul.

Jamis leaped high, feinting and striking down with his right hand, but the hand was empty. The crysknife had been shifted to his left hand.

Jessica gasped.

But Paul had been warned by Chani: "Jamis fights with either hand ." And the depth of his training had taken in that trick en passan... "Keep the mind on the knife and not on the hand that holds it ," Gurney Halleck had told him time and again. "The knife is more dangerous than the hand and the knife can be in either hand ."

And Paul had seen Jamis' mistake: bad footwork so that it took the ma...eartbeat longer to recover from his leap, which had been intended to confuse Paul and hide the knife shift.

Except for the low yellow light of the glowglobes and the inky eyes of the staring troop, it was similar t...ession on the practice floor. Shields didn't count where the body's own movement could be used against it. Paul shifted his own knife i...lurred motion, slipped sideways and thrust upward where Jamis' chest was descendin...hen away to watch the man crumble.

Jamis fell lik...imp rag, face down, gasped once and turned his face toward Paul, then lay still on the rock floor. His dead eyes stared out like beads of dark glass.

"Killing with the point lacks artistry ," Idaho had once told Paul, "but don't let that hold your hand when the opening presents itself ."

The troop rushed forward, filling the ring, pushing Paul aside. They hid Jamis i...renzy of huddling activity. Presentl...roup of them hurried back into the depths of the cavern carryin...urden wrapped i...obe.

And there was no body on the rock floor.

Jessica pressed through toward her son. She felt that she swam i...ea of robed and stinking backs...hrong strangely silent.

Now is the terrible momen...he thought. He has kille...an in clear superiority of mind and muscle. He must not grow to enjoy suc...ictory .

She forced herself through the last of the troop and int...mall open space where two bearded Fremen were helping Paul into his stillsuit.

Jessica stared at her son. Paul's eyes were bright. He breathed heavily, permitting the ministrations to his body rather than helping them.

"Him against Jamis and no...ark on him," one of the men muttered.

Chani stood at one side, her eyes focused on Paul. Jessica saw the girl's excitement, the admiration in the elfin face.

It must be done now and swiftl...essica thought.

She compressed ultimate scorn into her voice and manner, said: "Well-l-l, no...ow does it feel to b...iller?"

Paul stiffened as though he had been struck. He met his mother's cold glare and his face darkened wit...ush of blood. Involuntarily he glanced toward the place on the cavern floor where Jamis had lain.

Stilgar pressed through to Jessica's side, returning from the cave depths where the body of Jamis had been taken. He spoke to Paul i...itter, controlled tone: "When the time comes for you to call me out and try for my burda, do not think you will play with me the way you played with Jamis."

Jessica sensed the way her own words and Stilgar's sank into Paul, doing their harsh work on the boy. The mistake these people mad...t serve...urpose now. She searched the faces around them as Paul was doing, seeing what he saw. Admiration, yes, and fea... . and in som...oathing. She looked at Stilgar, saw his fatalism, knew how the fight had seemed to him.

Paul looked at his mother. "You know what it was," he said.

She heard the return to sanity, the remorse in his voice. Jessica swept her glance across the troop, said: "Paul has never before kille...an wit...aked blade."

Stilgar faced her, disbelief in his face.

"I wasn't playing with him," Paul said. He pressed in front of his mother, straightening his robe, glanced at the dark place of Jamis' blood on the cavern floor. "I did not want to kill him."

Jessica saw belief come slowly to Stilgar, saw the relief in him as he tugged at his beard wit...eeply veined hand. She heard muttering awareness spread through the troop.

"That's why y' asked him to yield," Stilgar said. "I see. Our ways are different, but you'll see the sense in them...hought we'd admitte...corpion into our midst." He hesitated, then: "An...hall not call you lad the more."

A voice from the troop called out: "Need...aming, Stil."

Stilgar nodded, tugging at his beard. "I see strength in yo... . like the strength beneat...illar." Again he paused, then: "You shall be known among us as Usul, the base of the pillar. This is your secret name, your troop name. We of Sietch Tabr may use it, but none other may so presum... . Usul."

Murmuring went through the troop: "Good choice, tha... . stron... . bring us luck." And Jessica sensed the acceptance, knowing she was included in it with her champion. She was indeed Sayyadina.

"Now, what name of manhood do you choose for us to call you openly?" Stilgar asked.

Paul glanced at his mother, back to Stilgar. Bits and pieces of this moment registered on his prescient memor...ut he felt the differences as though they were physical...ressure forcing him through the narrow door of the present.

"How do you call among you the little mouse, the mouse that jumps?" Paul asked, remembering the pop-hop of motion at Tuono Basi...e illustrated with one hand.

A chuckle sounded through the troop.

"We call that one Muad'Dib," Stilgar said.

Jessica gasped. It was the name Paul had told her, saying that the Fremen would accept them and call him thus. She fel...udden fear of her son and for him.

Paul swallowed. He felt that he playe...art already played over countless times in his min... . ye... . there were differences. He could see himself perched o...izzying summit, having experienced much and possessed o...rofound store of knowledge, but all around him was abyss.

And again he remembered the vision of fanatic legions following the green and black banner of the Atreides, pillaging and burning across the universe in the name of their prophet Muad'Dib.

That must not happe...e told himself.

"Is that the name you wish, Muad'Dib?" Stilgar asked.

"I am an Atreides," Paul whispered, and then louder: "It's not right tha...ive up entirely the name my father gave me. Coul...e known among you as Paul-Muad'Dib?"

"You are Paul-Muad'Dib," Stilgar said.

And Paul thought: That was in no vision of mine...i...ifferent thing .

But he felt that the abyss remained all around him.

Agai...urmuring response went through the troop as man turned to man: "Wisdom with strengt... . Couldn't ask mor... . It's the legend for sur... . Lisan al-Gai... . Lisan al-Gai... . "

"I will tell yo...hing about your new name," Stilgar said. "The choice pleases us. Muad'Dib is wise in the ways of the desert. Muad'Dib creates his own water. Muad'Dib hides from the sun and travels in the cool night. Muad'Dib is fruitful and multiplies over the land. Muad'Dib we call 'instructor-of-boys.' That i...owerful base on which to build your life, Paul-Muad'Dib, who is Usul among us. We welcome you."

Stilgar touched Paul's forehead with one palm, withdrew his hand, embraced Paul and murmured, "Usul."

As Stilgar released him, another member of the troop embraced Paul, repeating his new troop name. And Paul was passed from embrace to embrace through the troop, hearing the voices, the shadings of tone; "Usu... . Usu... . Usul." Already, he could place some of them by name. And there was Chani who pressed her cheek against his as she held him and said his name.

Presently Paul stood again before Stilgar, who said: "Now, you are of the Ichwan Bedwine, our brother." His face hardened, and he spoke with command in his voice. "And now, Paul-Muad'Dib, tighten up that stillsuit." He glanced at Chani. "Chani! Paul-Muad'Dib's nose plugs are as poo...it I've ever seen...hough...rdered you to see after him! "

"I hadn't the makings, Stil," she said. "There's Jamis' of course, bu.."

"Enough of that!"

"Then I'll share one of mine," she said. "I can make do with one unti.."

"You will not," Stilgar said. "I know there are spares among us. Where are the spares? Are w...roop together o...and of savages?"

Hands reached out from the troop offering hard, fibrous objects. Stilgar selected four, handed them to Chani. "Fit these to Usul and the Sayyadina."

A voice lifted from the back of the troop: "What of the water, Stil? What of the literjons in their pack?"

"I know your need, Farok," Stilgar said. He glanced at Jessica. She nodded.

"Broach one for those that need it," Stilgar said. "Watermaste... . where i...atermaster? Ah, Shimoom, care for the measuring of what is needed. The necessity and no more. This water is the dower property of the Sayyadina and will be repaid in the sietch at field rates less pack fees."

"What is the repayment at field rates?" Jessica asked.

"Ten for one," Stilgar said.

"Bu.."

"It'...ise rule as you'll come to see," Stilgar said.

A rustling of robes marked movement at the back of the troop as men turned to get the water.

Stilgar held u...and, and there was silence. "As to Jamis," he said, "I order the full ceremony. Jamis was our companion and brother of the Ichwan Bedwine. There shall be no turning away without the respect due one who proved our fortune by his tahaddi-challenge...nvoke the rit... . at sunset when the dark shall cover him."

Paul, hearing these words, realized that he had plunged once more into the abys... . blind time. There was no past occupying the future in his min... . excep... . excep... . he could still sense the green and black Atreides banner wavin... . somewhere ahea... . still see the jihad's bloody swords and fanatic legions.

It will not b...e told himself...annot let it be .

God created Arrakis to train the faithful.

- from "The Wisdom of Muad'Dib" by the Princess Irulan

In the stillness of the cavern, Jessica heard the scrape of sand on rock as people moved, the distant bird calls that Stilgar had said were the signals of his watchmen.

The great plastic hood-seals had been removed from the cave's opening. She could see the march of evening shadows across the lip of rock in front of her and the open basin beyond. She sensed the daylight leaving them, sensed it in the dry heat as well as the shadows. She knew her trained awareness soon would give her what these Fremen obviously ha...he ability to sense even the slightest change in the air's moisture.

How they had scurried to tighten their stillsuits when the cave was opened!

Deep within the cave, someone began chanting:

"Ima trava okolo!

I korenja okolo!"

Jessica translated silently: These are ashes! And these are roots! "

The funeral ceremony for Jamis was beginning.

She looked out at the Arrakeen sunset, at the banked decks of color in the sky. Night was beginning to utter its shadows along the distant rocks and the dunes.

Yet the heat persisted.

Heat forced her thoughts onto water and the observed fact that this whole people could be trained to be thirsty only at given times.

Thirst.

She could remember moonlit waves on Caladan throwing white robes over rock... . and the wind heavy with dampness. Now the breeze that fingered her robes seared the patches of exposed skin at cheeks and forehead. The new nose plugs irritated her, and she found herself overly conscious of the tube that trailed down across her face into the suit, recovering her breath's moisture.

The suit itself wa...weatbox.

"Your suit will be more comfortable when you've adjusted t...ower water content in your bod..." Stilgar had said.

She knew he was right, but the knowledge made this moment no more comfortable. The unconscious preoccupation with water here weighed on her mind. N...he corrected herself: it was preoccupation with moisture.

And that wa...ore subtle and profound matter.

......QQ She heard approaching footsteps, turned to see Paul come out of the cave's depths trailed by the elfin-faced Chani.

There's another thin...essica thought. Paul must be cautioned about their women. One of these desert women would not do as wife t...uke. As concubine, yes, but not as wife .

Then she wondered at herself, thinking: Hav...een infected with his schemes? And she saw how well she had been conditioned...an think of the marital needs of royalty without once weighing my own concubinage. Ye... ...as more than concubine.

"Mother."

Paul stopped in front of her. Chani stood at his elbow.

"Mother, do you know what they're doing back there?"

Jessica looked at the dark patch of his eyes staring out from the hood. "I think so."

"Chani showed m... . because I'm supposed to see it and give m... . permission for the weighing of the water."

Jessica looked at Chani.

"They're recovering Jamis' water," Chani said, and her thin voice came out nasal past the nose plugs. "It's the rule. The flesh belongs to the person, but his water belongs to the trib... . except in the combat."

"They say the water's mine," Paul said.

Jessica wondered why this should make her suddenly alert and cautious.

"Combat water belongs to the winner," Chani said. "It's because you have to fight in the open without stillsuits. The winner has to get his water back that he loses while fighting."

"I don't want his water," Paul muttered. He felt that he wa...art of many images moving simultaneously i...ragmenting way that was disconcerting to the inner eye. He could not be certain what he would do, but of one thing he was positive: he did not want the water distilled out of Jamis' flesh.

"It'... . water," Chani said.

Jessica marveled at the way she said it. "Water ." So much meaning i...imple sound...ene Gesserit axiom came to Jessica's mind: "Survival is the ability to swim in strange water ." And Jessica thought: Paul and I, we must find the currents and patterns in these strange water... . if we're to survive.

"You will accept the water," Jessica said.

She recognized the tone in her voice. She had used that same tone once with Leto, telling her lost Duke that he would accep...arge sum offered for his support i...uestionable ventur...ecause money maintained power for the Atreides.

On Arrakis, water was money. She saw that clearly.

Paul remained silent, knowing then that he would do as she ordere...ot because she ordered it, but because her tone of voice had forced him to re-evaluate. To refuse the water would be to break with accepted Fremen practice.

Presently Paul recalled the words of 467 Kalima in Yueh's O.C. Bible. He said: "From water does all life begin."

Jessica stared at him. Where did he learn that quotation? she asked herself. He hasn't studied the mysteries .

"Thus it is spoken," Chani said. "Giudichar mantene: It is written in the Shah-Nama that water was the first of all things created."

For no reason she could explain (and this bothered her more than the sensation), Jessica suddenly shuddered. She turned away to hide her confusion and was just in time to see the sunset...iolent calamity of color spilled over the sky as the sun dipped beneath the horizon.

"It is time!"

The voice was Stilgar's ringing in the cavern. "Jamis' weapon has been killed. Jamis has been called by Him, by Shai-hulud, who has ordained the phases for the moons that daily wane an...n the en...ppear as bent and withered twigs." Stilgar's voice lowered. "Thus it is with Jamis."

Silence fell lik...lanket on the cavern.

Jessica saw the gray-shadow movement of Stilgar lik...host figure within the dark inner reaches. She glanced back at the basin, sensing the coolness.

"The friends of Jamis will approach," Stilgar said.

Men moved behind Jessica, droppin...urtain across the opening...ingle glowglobe was lighted overhead far back in the cave. Its yellow glow picked out an inflowing of human figures. Jessica heard the rustling of the robes.

Chani too...tep away as though pulled by the light.

Jessica bent close to Paul's ear, speaking in the family code: "Follow their lead; do as they do. It will b...imple ceremony to placate the shade of Jamis."

It will be more than tha...aul thought. And he fel...renching sensation within his awareness as though he were trying to grasp some thing in motion and render it motionless.

Chani glided back to Jessica's side, took her hand. "Come, Sayyadina. We must sit apart."

Paul watched them move off into the shadows, leaving him alone. He felt abandoned.

The men who had fixed the curtain came up beside him.

"Come, Usul."

He allowed himself to be guided forward, to be pushed int...ircle of people being formed around Stilgar, who stood beneath the glowglobe and besid...undled, curving, and angular shape gathered beneat...obe on the rock floor.

The troop crouched down a...esture from Stilgar, their robes hissing with the movement. Paul settled with them, watching Stilgar, noting the way the overhead globe made pits of his eyes and brightened the touch of green fabric at his neck. Paul shifted his attention to the robe-covered mound at Stilgar's feet, recognized the handle o...aliset protruding from the fabric.

"The spirit leaves the body's water when the first moon rises," Stilgar intoned. "Thus it is spoken. When we see the first moon rise this night, whom will it summon?"

"Jamis," the troop responded.

Stilgar turned full circle on one heel, passing his gaze across the ring of faces. "I wa...riend of Jamis," he said. "When the hawk plane stooped upon us at Hole-in-the-Rock, it was Jamis pulled me to safety."

He bent over the pile beside him, lifted away the robe. "I take this robe a...riend of Jami...eader's right." He draped the robe ove...houlder, straightening.

Now, Paul saw the contents of the mound exposed: the pale glistening gray o...tillsuit...attered literjon...erchief wit...mall book in its center, the bladeless handle o...rysknife, an empty sheath...olded pack...aracompass...istrans...humper...ile of fist-sized metallic hooks, an assortment of what looked like small rocks withi...old of cloth...lump of bundled feather... . and the baliset exposed beside the folded pack.

So Jamis played the balise...aul thought. The instrument reminded him of Gurney Halleck and all that was lost. Paul knew with his memory of the future in the past that some chance-lines could produc...eeting with Halleck, but the reunions were few and shadowed. They puzzled him. The uncertainty factor touched him with wonder. Does it mean that somethin...ill d... . tha...ay do, could destroy Gurne... . or bring him back to lif... . o... .

Paul swallowed, shook his head.

Again, Stilgar bent over the mound.

"For Jamis' woman and for the guards," he said. The small rocks and the book were taken into the folds of his robe.

"Leader's right," the troop intoned.

"The marker for Jamis' coffee service," Stilgar said, and he lifte...lat disc of green metal. "That it shall be given to Usul in suitable ceremony when we return to the sietch."

"Leader's right," the troop intoned.

Lastly, he took the crysknife handle and stood with it.

"For the funeral plain," he said.

"For the funeral plain," the troop responded.

At her place in the circle across from Paul, Jessica nodded, recognizing the ancient source of the rite, and she thought: The meeting between ignorance and knowledge, between brutality and cultur...t begins in the dignity with which we treat our dea...he looked across at Paul, wondering: Will he see it? Will he know what to do?

"We are friends of Jamis," Stilgar said. "We are not wailing for our dead lik...ack of garvarg."

A gray-bearded man to Paul's left stood up. "I wa...riend of Jamis," he said. He crossed to the mound, lifted the distrans. "When our water went below minim at the siege at Two Birds, Jamis shared." The man returned to his place in the circle.

A...upposed to sa...a...riend of Jamis? Paul wondered. Do they expect me to take something from that pile? He saw faces turn toward him, turn away. They do expect it!

Another man across from Paul arose, went to the pack and removed the paracompass. "I wa...riend of Jamis," he said. "When the patrol caught us at Bight-of-the-Cliff an...as wounded, Jamis drew them off so the wounded could be saved." He returned to his place in the circle.

Again, the faces turned toward Paul, and he saw the expectancy in them, lowered his eyes. An elbow nudged him an...oice hissed: "Would you bring the destruction on us?"

How ca...a...as his friend? Paul wondered.

Another figure arose from the circle opposite Paul and, as the hooded face came into the light, he recognized his mother. She remove...erchief from the mount. "I wa...riend of Jamis," she said. "When the spirit of spirits within him saw the needs of truth, that spirit withdrew and spared my son." She returned to her place.

And Paul recalled the scorn in his mother's voice as she had confronted him after the fight. "How does it feel to b...iller? "

Again, he saw the faces turned toward him, felt the anger and fear in the troop...assage his mother had once filmbooked for him on "The Cult of the Dead" flickered through Paul's mind. He knew what he had to do.

Slowly, Paul got to his feet.

A sigh passed around the circle.

Paul felt the diminishment of his self as he advanced into the center of the circle. It was as though he los...ragment of himself and sought it here. He bent over the mound of belongings, lifted out the baliset...tring twanged softly as it struck against something in the pile.

"I wa...riend of Jamis," Paul whispered.

He felt tears burning his eyes, forced more volume into his voice. "Jamis taught m... . tha... . when you kil... . you pay for it...ish I'd known Jamis better."

Blindly, he groped his way back to his place in the circle, sank to the rock floor.

A voice hissed: "He sheds tears!"

It was taken up around the ring: "Usul gives moisture to the dead!"

He felt fingers touch his damp cheek, heard the awed whispers.

Jessica, hearing the voices, felt the depth of the experience, realized what terrible inhibitions there must be against shedding tears. She focused on the words: "He gives moisture to the dead ." It wa...ift to the shadow worl...ears. They would be sacred beyon...oubt.

Nothing on this planet had so forcefully hammered into her the ultimate value of water. Not the water-sellers, not the dried skins of the natives, not stillsuits or the rules of water discipline. Here there wa...ubstance more precious than all other...t was life itself and entwined all around with symbolism and ritual.

Water.

"I touched his cheek," someone whispered. "I felt the gift."

At first, the fingers touching his face frightened Paul. He clutched the cold handle of the baliset, feeling the strings bite his palm. Then he saw the faces beyond the groping hand...he eyes wide and wondering.

Presently, the hands withdrew. The funeral ceremony resumed. But now there wa...ubtle space around Paul...rawing back as the troop honored him b...espectful isolation. The ceremony ended wit...ow chant:

"Full moon calls the...br/>

Shai-hulud shall thou see;

Red the night, dusky sky,

Bloody death didst thou die.

We pray t...oon: she is roun...br/>

Luck with us will then abound,

What we seek for shall be found

In the land of solid ground."

A bulging sack remained at Stilgar's feet. He crouched, placed his palms against it. Someone came up beside him, crouched at his elbow, and Paul recognized Chani's face in the hood shadow.

"Jamis carried thirty-three liters and seven and three-thirty-seconds drachms of the tribe's water," Chani said. "I bless it now in the presence o...ayyadina. Ekkeri-akairi, this is the water, fillissin-follasy of Paul-Muad'Dib! Kivi a-kavi, never the more, nakalas! Nakelas! to be measured and counted, ukair-an! by the heartbeats jan-jan-jan of our frien... . Jamis."

In an abrupt and profound silence, Chani turned, stared at Paul. Presently she said: "Wher...m flame be thou the coals. Wher...m dew be thou the water."

"Bi-lal kaifa," intoned the troop.

"To Paul-Muad'Dib goes this portion," Chani said. "May he guard it for the tribe, preserving it against careless loss. May he be generous with it in time of need. May he pass it on in his time for the good of the tribe."

"Bi-lal kaifa," intoned the troop.

I must accept that wate...aul thought. Slowly, he arose, made his way to Chani's side. Stilgar stepped back to make room for him, took the baliset gently from his hand.

"Kneel," Chani said.

Paul knelt.

She guided his hands to the waterbag, held them against the resilient surface. "With this water the tribe entrusts thee," she said. "Jamis is gone from it. Take it in peace." She stood, pulling Paul up with her.

Stilgar returned the baliset, extende...mall pile of metal rings in one palm. Paul looked at them, seeing the different sizes, the way the light of the glowglobe reflected off them.

Chani took the largest ring, held it o...inger. "Thirty liters," she said. One by one, she took the others, showing each to Paul, counting them. "Two liters; one liter; seven watercounters of one drachm each; one watercounter of three-thirty-seconds drachms. In al...hirty-three liters and seven and three-thirty-seconds drachms."

She held them up on her finger for Paul to see.

"Do you accept them?" Stilgar asked.

Paul swallowed, nodded. "Yes."

"Later," Chani said, "I will show you how to tie them i...erchief so they won't rattle and give you away when you need silence." She extended her hand.

"Will yo... . hold them for me?" Paul asked.

Chani turne...tartled glance on Stilgar.

He smiled, said, "Paul-Muad'Dib who is Usul does not yet know our ways, Chani. Hold his watercounters without commitment until it's time to show him the manner of carrying them."

She nodded, whippe...ibbon of cloth from beneath her robe, linked the rings onto it with an intricate over and under weaving, hesitated, then stuffed them into the sash beneath her robe.

I missed something ther...aul thought. He sensed the feeling of humor around him, something bantering in it, and his mind linked u...rescient memory: watercounters offered t...oma...ourtship ritual .

"Watermasters," Stilgar said.

The troop arose i...issing of robes. Two men stepped out, lifted the waterbag. Stilgar took down the glowglobe, led the way with it into the depths of the cave.

Paul was pressed in behind Chani, noted the buttery glow of light over rock walls, the way the shadows danced, and he felt the troop's lift of spirits contained i...ushed air of expectancy.

Jessica, pulled into the end of the troop by eager hands, hemmed around by jostling bodies, suppresse...oment of panic. She had recognized fragments of the ritual, identified the shards of Chakobsa and Bhotani-jib in the words, and she knew the wild violence that could explode out of these seemingly simple moments.

Jan-jan-ja...he thought. Go-go-go .

It was lik...hild's game that had lost all inhibition in adult hands.

Stilgar stopped a...ellow rock wall. He pressed an outcropping and the wall swung silently away from him, opening along an irregular crack. He led the way through pas...ark honeycomb lattice that directe...ool wash of air across Paul when he passed it.

Paul turne...uestioning stare on Chani, tugged her arm. "That air felt damp," he said.

"Sh-h-h-h," she whispered.

Bu...an behind them said: "Plenty of moisture in the trap tonight. Jamis' way of telling us he's satisfied."

Jessica passed through the secret door, heard it close behind. She saw how the Fremen slowed while passing the honeycomb lattice, felt the dampness of the air as she came opposite it.

Windtrap! she thought. They'v...oncealed windtrap somewhere on the surface to funnel air down here into cooler regions and precipitate the moisture from it .

They passed through another rock door with latticework above it, and the door closed behind them. The draft of air at their backs carrie...ensation of moisture clearly perceptible to both Jessica and Paul.

At the head of the troop, the glowglobe in Stilgar's hands dropped below the level of the heads in front of Paul. Presently he felt steps beneath his feet, curving down to the left. Light reflected back up across hooded heads an...inding movement of people spiraling down the steps.

Jessica sensed mounting tension in the people around her...ressure of silence that rasped her nerves with its urgency.

The steps ended and the troop passed through another low door. The light of the glowglobe was swallowed i...reat open space wit...igh curved ceiling.

Paul felt Chani's hand on his arm, hear...aint dripping sound in the chill air, felt an utter stillness come over the Fremen in the cathedral presence of water.

I have seen this place i...rea...e thought.

The thought was both reassuring and frustrating. Somewhere ahead of him on this path, the fanatic hordes cut their gory path across the universe in his name. The green and black Atreides banner would becom...ymbol of terror. Wild legions would charge into battle screaming their war cry: "Muad'Dib!"

It must not b...e thought...annot let it happen.

But he could feel the demanding race consciousness within him, his own terrible purpose, and he knew that no small thing could deflect the juggernaut. It was gathering weight and momentum. If he died this instant, the thing would go on through his mother and his unborn sister. Nothing less than the deaths of all the troop gathered here and no...imself and his mother include...ould stop the thing.

Paul stared around him, saw the troop spread out i...ine. They pressed him forward agains...ow barrier carved from native rock. Beyond the barrier in the glow of Stilgar's globe, Paul saw an unruffled dark surface of water. It stretched away into shadow...eep and blac...he far wall only faintly visible, perhap...undred meters away.

Jessica felt the dry pulling of skin on her cheeks and forehead relaxing in the presence of moisture. The water pool was deep; she could sense its deepness, and resiste...esire to dip her hands into it.

A splashing sounded on her left. She looked down the shadowy line of Fremen, saw Stilgar with Paul standing beside him and the watermasters emptying their load into the pool throug...lowmeter. The meter wa...ound gray eye above the pool's rim. She saw its glowing pointer move as the water flowed through it, saw the pointer stop at thirty-three liters, seven and three-thirty-seconds drachms.

Superb accuracy in water measuremen...essica thought. And she noted that the walls of the meter trough held no trace of moisture after the water's passage. The water flowed off those walls without binding tension. She sa...rofound clue to Fremen technology in the simple fact: they were perfectionists.

Jessica worked her way down the barrier to Stilgar's side. Way was made for her with casual courtesy. She noted the withdrawn look in Paul's eyes, but the mystery of this great pool of water dominated her thoughts.

Stilgar looked at her. "There were those among us in need of water," he said, "yet they would come here and not touch this water. Do you know that?"

"I believe it," she said.

He looked at the pool. "We have more than thirty-eight million decaliters here," he said. "Walled off from the little makers, hidden and preserved."

"A treasure trove," she said.

Stilgar lifted the globe to look into her eyes. "It is greater than treasure. We have thousands of such caches. Onl...ew of us know them all." He cocked his head to one side. The globe cas...ellow-shadowed glow across face and beard. "Hear that?"

They listened.

The dripping of water precipitated from the windtrap filled the room with its presence. Jessica saw that the entire troop was caught up i...apture of listening. Only Paul seemed to stand remote from it.

To Paul, the sound was like moments ticking away. He could feel time flowing through him, the instants never to be recaptured. He sense...eed for decision, but felt powerless to move.

"It has been calculated with precision," Stilgar whispered. "We know to withi...illion decaliters how much we need. When we have it, we shall change the face of Arrakis."

A hushed whisper of response lifted from the troop: "Bi-lal kaifa."

"We will trap the dunes beneath grass plantings," Stilgar said, his voice growing stronger. "We will tie the water into the soil with trees and undergrowth."

"Bi-lal kaifa," intoned the troop.

"Each year the polar ice retreats," Stilgar said.

"Bi-lal kaifa," they chanted.

"We shall mak...omeworld of Arraki...ith melting lenses at the poles, with lakes in the temperate zones, and only the deep desert for the maker and his spice."

"Bi-lal kaifa."

"And no man ever again shall want for water. It shall be his for dipping from well or pond or lake or canal. It shall run down through the qanats to feed our plants. It shall be there for any man to take. It shall be his for holding out his hand."

"Bi-lal kaifa."

Jessica felt the religious ritual in the words, noted her own instinctively awed response. They're in league with the futur...he thought. They have their mountain to climb. This is the scientist's drea... . and these simple people, these peasants, are filled with it .

Her thoughts turned to Liet-Kynes, the Emperor's planetary ecologist, the man who had gone nativ...nd she wondered at him. This wa...ream to capture men's souls, and she could sense the hand of the ecologist in it. This wa...ream for which men would die willingly. It was another of the essential ingredients that she felt her son needed; people wit...oal. Such people would be easy to imbue with fervor and fanaticism. They could be wielded lik...word to win back Paul's place for him.

"We leave now," Stilgar said, "and wait for the first moon's rising. When Jamis is safely on his way, we will go home."

Whispering their reluctance, the troop fell in behind him, turned back along the water barrier and up the stairs.

And Paul, walking behind Chani, felt tha...ital moment had passed him, that he had missed an essential decision and was now caught up in his own myth. He knew he had seen this place before, experienced it i...ragment of prescient dream on faraway Caladan, but details of the place were being filled in now that he had not seen. He fel...ew sense of wonder at the limits of his gift. It was as though he rode within the wave of time, sometimes in its trough, sometimes o...res...nd all around him the other waves lifted and fell, revealing and then hiding what they bore on their surface.

Through it all, the wild jihad still loomed ahead of him, the violence and the slaughter. It was lik...romontory above the surf.

The troop filed through the last door into the main cavern. The door was sealed. Lights were extinguished, hoods removed from the cavern openings, revealing the night and the stars that had come over the desert.

Jessica moved to the dry lip of the cavern's edge, looked up at the stars. They were sharp and near. She felt the stirring of the troop around her, heard the sound o...aliset being tuned somewhere behind her, and Paul's voice humming the pitch. There wa...elancholy in his tone that she did not like.

Chani's voice intruded from the deep cave darkness: "Tell me about the waters of your birthworld, Paul Muad'Dib."

And Paul: "Another time, Chani...romise."

Such sadness .

"It'...ood baliset," Chani said.

"Very good," Paul said. "Do you think Jamis'll mind my using it?"

He speaks of the dead in the present tens...essica thought. The implications disturbed her.

A man's voice intruded: "He liked music betimes, Jamis did."

"Then sing me one of your songs," Chani pleaded.

Such feminine allure in that girl-child's voic...essica thought...ust caution Paul about their wome... . and soon .

"This wa...ong o...riend of mine," Paul said. "I expect he's dead now, Gurney is. He called it his evensong."

The troop grew still, listening as Paul's voice lifted i...weet boy tenor with the baliset tinkling and strumming beneath it:

"This clear time of seeing ember...br/>

A gold-bright sun's lost in first dusk.

What frenzied senses, desp'rate musk

Are consort of rememb'ring."

Jessica felt the verbal music in her breas...agan and charged with sounds that made her suddenly and intensely aware of herself, feeling her own body and its needs. She listened wit...ense stillness.

"Night's pearl-censered requi-e... .

"Tis for us!

What joys run, the...br/>

Bright in your eye...br/>

What flower-spangled amores

Pull at our heart... .

What flower-spangled amores

Fill our desires."

And Jessica heard the after-stillness that hummed in the air with the last note. Why does my son sin...ove song to that girl-child? she asked herself. She felt an abrupt fear. She could sense life flowing around her and she had no grasp on its reins. Why did he choose that song? she wondered. The instincts are true sometimes. Why did he do this?

Paul sat silently in the darkness...ingle stark thought dominating his awareness: My mother is my enemy. She does not know it, but she is. She is bringing the jihad. She bore me; she trained me. She is my enemy .

The concept of progress acts a...rotective mechanism to shield us from the terrors of the future.

- from "Collected Sayings of Muad'Dib" by the Princess Irulan

On his seventeenth birthday, Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen killed his one hundredth slave-gladiator in the family games. Visiting observers from the Imperial Court  ...ount and Lady Fenrin...ere on the Harkonnen homeworld of Giedi Prime for the event, invited to sit that afternoon with the immediate family in the golden box above the triangular arena.

In honor of the na-Baron's nativity and to remind all Harkonnens and subjects that Feyd-Rautha was heir-designate, it was holiday on Giedi Prime. The old Baron had decree...eridian-to-meridian rest from labors, and effort had been spent in the family city of Harko to create the illusion of gaiety: banners flew from buildings, new paint had been splashed on the walls along Court Way.

But off the main way, Count Fenring and his lady noted the rubbish heaps, the scabrous brown walls reflected in the dark puddles of the streets, and the furtive scurrying of the people.

In the Baron's blue-walled keep, there was fearful perfection, but the Count and his lady saw the price being pai...uards everywhere and weapons with that special sheen that tol...rained eye they were in regular use. There were checkpoints for routine passage from area to area even within the keep. The servants revealed their military training in the way they walked, in the set of their shoulder... . in the way their eyes watched and watched and watched.

"The pressure's on," the Count hummed to his lady in their secret language. "The Baron is just beginning to see the price he really paid to rid himself of the Duke Leto."

"Sometim...ust recount for you the legend of the phoenix," she said.

They were in the reception hall of the keep waiting to go to the family games. It was no...arge hal...erhaps forty meters long and half that in widt...ut false pillars along the sides had been shaped with an abrupt taper, and the ceiling ha...ubtle arch, all giving the illusion of much greater space.

"Ah-h-h, here comes the Baron," the Count said.

The Baron moved down the length of the hall with that peculiar waddling-glide imparted by the necessities of guiding suspensor-hung weight. His jowls bobbed up and down; the suspensors jiggled and shifted beneath his orange robe. Rings glittered on his hands and opafires shone where they had been woven into the robe.

At the Baron's elbow walked Feyd-Rautha. His dark hair was dressed in close ringlets that seemed incongruously gay above sullen eyes. He wor...ight-fitting black tunic and snug trousers wit...uggestion of bell at the bottom. Soft-soled slippers covered his small feet.

Lady Fenring, noting the young man's poise and the sure flow of muscles beneath the tunic thought: Here's one who won't let himself go to fat .

The Baron stopped in front of them, took Feyd-Rautha's arm i...ossessive grip, said, "My nephew, the na-Baron, Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen." And, turning his baby-fat face toward Feyd-Rautha, he said, "The Count and Lady Fenring of whom I've spoken."

Feyd-Rautha dipped his head with the required courtesy. He stared at the Lady Fenring. She was golden-haired and willowy, her perfection of figure clothed i...lowing gown of ecr...imple fitness of form without ornament. Gray-green eyes stared back at him. She had that Bene Gesserit serene repose about her that the young man found subtly disturbing.

"Um-m-m-m-ah-hm-m-m-m," said the Count. He studied Feyd-Rautha. "The, hm-m-m-m, precise young man, ah, m... . hm-m-m-... . dear?" The Count glanced at the Baron. "My dear Baron, you say you've spoken of us to this precise young man? What did you say?"

"I told my nephew of the great esteem our Emperor holds for you. Count Fenring," the Baron said. And he thought: Mark him well, Feyd...iller with the manners o...abbi...his is the most dangerous kind .

"Of course!" said the Count, and he smiled at his lady.

Feyd-Rautha found the man's actions and words almost insulting. They stopped just short of something overt that would require notice. The young man focused his attention on the Count...mall man, weak-looking. The face was weaselish with overlarge dark eyes. There was gray at the temples. And his movement...e move...and or turned his head one way, then he spoke another way. It was difficult to follow.

"Um-m-m-m-m-ah-h-h-hm-m-m, you come upon such, mm-m-m, preciseness so rarely," the Count said, addressing the Baron's shoulder. "... . ah, congratulate you on the hm-m-m perfection of your ah-h-h heir. In the light of the hm-m-m elder, one might say."

"You are too kind," the Baron said. He bowed, but Feyd-Rautha noted that his uncle's eyes did not agree with the courtesy.

"When you're mm-m-m ironic, that ah-h-h suggests you're hm-m-m-m thinking deep thoughts," the Count said.

There he goes agai...eyd-Rautha thought. It sounds like he's being insulting, but there's nothing you can call out for satisfaction .

Listening to the man gave Feyd-Rautha the feeling his head was being pushed through mus... . um-m-m-ah-h-h-hm-m-m-m! Feyd-Rautha turned his attention back to the Lady Fenring.

"We're ah-h-h taking up too much of this young man's time," she said. "I understand he's to appear in the arena today."

By the houris of the Imperial hareem, she'...ovely one! Feyd-Rautha thought. He said: "I shall mak...ill for you this day, my Lady...hall make the dedication in the arena, with your permission."

She returned his stare serenely, but her voice carried whiplash as she said: "You do not have my permission."

"Feyd!" the Baron said. And he thought: That imp! Does he want this deadly Count to call him out?

But the Count only smiled and said: "Hm-m-m-m-um-m-m."

"You really must be getting ready for the arena, Feyd," the Baron said. "You must be rested and not take any foolish risks."

Feyd-Rautha bowed, his face dark with resentment. "I'm sure everything will be as you wish, Uncle." He nodded to Count Fenring. "Sir." To the lady: "My Lady." And he turned, strode out of the hall, barely glancing at the knot of Families Minor near the double doors.

"He's so young," the Baron sighed.

"Um-m-m-m-ah indeed hmmm," the Count said.

And the Lady Fenring thought: Can that be the young man the Reverend Mother meant? Is tha...loodline we must preserve?

"We've more than an hour before going to the arena," the Baron said. "Perhaps we could have our little talk now, Count Fenring." He tipped his gross head to the right. "There'...onsiderable amount of progress to be discussed."

And the Baron thought; Let us see now how the Emperors errand boy gets across whatever message he carries without ever being so crass as to speak it right out .

The Count spoke to his lady: "Um-m-m-m-ah-h-h-hm-m-m, you mm-m will ah-h-h excuse us, my dear?"

"Each day, some time each hour, brings change," she said. "Mm-m-m-m." And she smiled sweetly at the Baron before turning away. Her long skirts swished and she walked wit...traight-backed regal stride toward the double doors at the end of the hall.

The Baron noted how all conversation among the Houses Minor there stopped at her approach, how the eyes followed her. Bene Gesserit! the Baron thought. The universe would be better rid of them all!

"There'...one of silence between two of the pillars over here on our left," the Baron said. "We can talk there without fear of being overheard." He led the way with his waddling gait into the sound-deadening field, feeling the noises of the keep become dull and distant.

The Count moved up beside the Baron, and they turned, facing the wall so their lips could not be read.

"We're not satisfied with the way you ordered the Sardaukar off Arrakis," the Count said.

Straight talk! the Baron thought.

"The Sardaukar could not stay longer without risking that others would find out how the Emperor helped me," the Baron said.

"But your nephew Rabban does not appear to be pressing strongly enough towar...olution of the Fremen problem."

"What does the Emperor wish?" the Baron asked. "There cannot be more tha...andful of Fremen left on Arrakis. The southern desert is uninhabitable. The northern desert is swept regularly by our patrols."

"Who says the southern desert is uninhabitable?"

"Your own planetologist said it, my dear Count."

"But Doctor Kynes is dead."

"Ah, ye... . unfortunate, that."

"We've word from an overflight across the southern reaches," the Count said. "There's evidence of plant life."

"Has the Guild then agreed t...atch from space?"

"You know better than that, Baron. The Emperor cannot legally pos...atch on Arrakis."

"An...annot afford it," the Baron said. "Who made this overflight?"

"... . smuggler."

"Someone has lied to you, Count," the Baron said. "Smugglers cannot navigate the southern reaches any better than can Rabban's men. Storms, sand-static, and all that, you know. Navigation markers are knocked out faster than they can be installed."

"We'll discuss various types of static another time," the Count said.

Ah-h-h-...he Baron thought. "Have you found some mistake in my accounting then?" he demanded.

"When you imagine mistakes there can be no self-defense," the Count said.

He's deliberately trying to arouse my ange...he Baron thought. He took two deep breaths to calm himself. He could smell his own sweat, and the harness of the suspensors beneath his robe felt suddenly itchy and galling.

"The Emperor cannot be unhappy about the death of the concubine and the boy," the Baron said. "They fled into the desert. There wa...torm."

"Yes, there were so many convenient accidents," the Count agreed.

"I do not like your tone, Count," the Baron said.

"Anger is one thing, violence another," the Count said. "Let me caution you: Should an unfortunate accident occur to me here the Great Houses all would learn what you did on Arrakis. They've long suspected how you do business."

"The only recent busines...an recall," the Baron said, "was transportation of several legions of Sardaukar to Arrakis."

"You think you could hold that over the Emperor's head?"

"I wouldn't think of it!"

The Count smiled. "Sardaukar commanders could be found who'd confess they acted without orders because they wante...attle with your Fremen scum."

"Many might doubt suc...onfession," the Baron said, but the threat staggered him. Are Sardaukar truly that disciplined? he wondered.

"The Emperor does wish to audit your books," the Count said.

"Any time."

"Yo... . a... . have no objections?"

"None. My CHOAM Company directorship will bear the closest scrutiny." And he thought: Let him brin...alse accusation against me and have it exposed...hall stand there, Promethean, saying: "Behold me...m wronged." Then let him bring any other accusation against me, eve...rue one. The Great Houses will not believ...econd attack from an accuser once proved wrong ."

"No doubt your books will bear the closest scrutiny," the Count muttered.

"Why is the Emperor so interested in exterminating the Fremen?" the Baron asked.

"You wish the subject to be changed, eh?" The Count shrugged. "It is the Sardaukar who wish it, not the Emperor. They needed practice in killin... . and they hate to se...ask left undone."

......QQ Does he think to frighten me by reminding me that he is supported by bloodthirsty killers? the Baron wondered.

"A certain amount of killing has always been an arm of business," the Baron said, "bu...ine has to be drawn somewhere. Someone must be left to work the spice."

The Count emitte...hort, barking laugh. "You think you can harness the Fremen?"

"There never were enough of them for that," the Baron said. "But the killing has made the rest of my population uneasy. It's reaching the point where I'm considering another solution to the Arrakeen problem, my dear Fenring. An...ust confess the Emperor deserves credit for the inspiration."

"Ah-h-h?"

"You see, Count...ave the Emperor's prison planet, Salusa Secundus, to inspire me."

The Count stared at him with glittering intensity. "What possible connection is there between Arrakis and Salusa Secundus?"

The Baron felt the alertness in Fenring's eyes, said: "No connection yet."

"Yet?"

"You must admit it'd b...ay to develo...ubstantial work force on Arraki...se the place a...rison planet."

"You anticipate an increase in prisoners?"

"There has been unrest," the Baron admitted. "I've had to squeeze rather severely, Fenring. After all, you know the pric...aid that damnable Guild to transport our mutual force to Arrakis. That money has to come from somewhere ."

"I suggest you not use Arrakis a...rison planet without the Emperor's permission, Baron."

"Of course not," the Baron said, and he wondered at the sudden chill in Fenring's voice.

"Another matter," the Count said. "We learn that Duke Leto's Mentat, Thufir Hawat, is not dead but in your employ."

"I could not bring myself to waste him," the Baron said.

"You lied to our Sardaukar commander when you said Hawat was dead."

"Onl...hite lie, my dear Count...adn't the stomach fo...ong argument with the man."

"Was Hawat the real traitor?"

"Oh, goodness, no! It was the false doctor." The Baron wiped at perspiration on his neck. "You must understand, Fenring...as withou...entat. You know that. I've never been withou...entat. It was most unsettling."

"How could you get Hawat to shift allegiance?"

"His Duke was dead." The Baron force...mile. "There's nothing to fear from Hawat, my dear Count. The Mentat's flesh has been impregnated wit...atent poison. We administer an antidote in his meals. Without the antidote, the poison is triggere...e'd die i...ew days."

"Withdraw the antidote," the Count said.

"But he's useful!"

"And he knows too many things no living man should know."

"You said the Emperor doesn't fear exposure."

"Don't play games with me, Baron!"

"Whe...ee such an order above the Imperial seal I'll obey it," the Baron said. "But I'll not submit to your whim."

"You think it whim?"

"What else can it be? The Emperor has obligations to me, too, Fenring...id him of the troublesome Duke."

"With the help o...ew Sardaukar."

"Where else would the Emperor have foun...ouse to provide the disguising uniforms to hide his hand in this matter?"

"He has asked himself the same question, Baron, but wit...lightly different emphasis."

The Baron studied Fenring, noting the stiffness of jaw muscles, the careful control. "Ah-h-h, now," the Baron said. "I hope the Emperor doesn't believe he can move against me in total secrecy."

"He hopes it won't become necessary."

"The Emperor cannot believ...hreaten him!" The Baron permitted anger and grief to edge his voice, thinking: Let him wrong me in that...ould place myself on the throne while still beating my breast over how I'd been wronged .

The Count's voice went dry and remote as he said: "The Emperor believes what his senses tell him."

"Dare the Emperor charge me with treason befor...ull Landsraad Council?" And the Baron held his breath with the hope of it.

"The Emperor need dare nothing."

The Baron whirled away in his suspensors to hide his expression. It could happen in my lifetime! he thought. Emperor! Let him wrong me! The...he bribes and coercion, the rallying of the Great Houses: they'd flock to my banner like peasants running for shelter. The thing they fear above all else is the Emperor's Sardaukar loosed upon them one House a...ime .

"It's the Emperor's sincere hope he'll never have to charge you with treason," the Count said.

The Baron found it difficult to keep irony out of his voice and permit only the expression of hurt, but he managed. "I've bee...ost loyal subject. These words hurt me beyond my capacity to express."

"Um-m-m-m-ah-hm-m-m," said the Count.

The Baron kept his back to the Count, nodding. Presently he said, "It's time to go to the arena."

"Indeed," said the Count.

They moved out of the cone of silence and, side by side, walked toward the clumps of Houses Minor at the end of the hall...ell bega...low tolling somewhere in the kee...wenty-minute warning for the arena gathering.

"The Houses Minor wait for you to lead them," the Count said, nodding toward the people they approached.

Double meanin... . double meanin...he Baron thought.

He looked up at the new talismans flanking the exit to his hal...he mounted bull's head and the oil painting of the Old Duke Atreides, the late Duke Leto's father. They filled the Baron with an odd sense of foreboding, and he wondered what thoughts these talismans had inspired in the Duke Leto as they hung in the halls of Caladan and then on Arraki...he bravura father and the head of the bull that had killed him.

"Mankind has ah only one mm-m-m science," the Count said as they picked up their parade of followers and emerged from the hall into the waiting roo... narrow space with high windows and floor of patterned white and purple tile.

"And what science is that?" the Baron asked.

"It's the um-m-m-ah-h science of ah-h-h discontent," the Count said.

The Houses Minor behind them, sheep-faced and responsive, laughed with just the right tone of appreciation, but the sound carrie...ote of discord as it collided with the sudden blast of motors that came to them when pages threw open the outer doors, revealing the line of ground cars, their guidon pennants whipping i...reeze.

The Baron raised his voice to surmount the sudden noise, said, "I hope you'll not be discontented with the performance of my nephew today, Count Fenring."

"I ah-h-h am filled um-m-m only wit...m-m-m sense of anticipation, yes," the Count said. "Always in the ah-h-h process verbal, one um-m-m ah-h-h must consider the ah-h-h office of origin."

The Baron hid his sudden stiffening of surprise by stumbling on the first step down from the exit. Process verbal! That wa...eport o...rime against the Imperium!

But the Count chuckled to make it see...oke, and patted the Baron's arm.

All the way to the arena, though, the Baron sat back among the armored cushions of his car, casting covert glances at the Count beside him, wondering why the Emperor's errand boy had thought it necessary to make that particular kind of joke in front of the Houses Minor. It was obvious that Fenring seldom did anything he felt to be unnecessary, or used two words where one would do, or held himself t...ingle meaning i...ingle phrase.

They were seated in the golden box above the triangular aren...orns blaring, the tiers above and around them jammed wit...ubbub of people and waving pennant...hen the answer came to the Baron.

"My dear Baron," the Count said, leaning close to his ear, "you know, don't you, that the Emperor has not given official sanction to your choice of heir?"

The Baron felt himself to be withi...udden personal cone of silence produced by his own shock. He stared at Fenring, barely seeing the Count's lady come through the guards beyond to join the party in the golden box.

"That's really why I'm here today," the Count said. "The Emperor wishes me to report on whether you've chose...orthy successor. There's nothing like the arena to expose the true person from beneath the mask, eh?"

"The Emperor promised me free choice of heir!" the Baron grated.

"We shall see," Fenring said, and turned away to greet his lady. She sat down, smiling at the Baron, then giving her attention to the sand floor beneath them where Feyd-Rautha was emerging in giles and tight...he black glove and the long knife in his right hand, the white glove and the short knife in his left hand.

"White for poison, black for purity," the Lady Fenring said. "A curious custom, isn't it, my love?"

"Um-m-m-m," the Count said.

The greeting cheer lifted from the family galleries, and Feyd-Rautha paused to accept it, looking up and scanning the face...eeing his cousines and cousins, the demibrothers, the concubines and out-freyn relations. They were so many pink trumpet mouths yammering amids...lutter of colorful clothing and banners.

It came to Feyd-Rautha then that the packed ranks of faces would look just as avidly at his blood as at that of the slave-gladiator. There was no...oubt of the outcome in this fight, of course. Here was only the form of danger without its substanc...e... .

Feyd-Rautha held up his knives to the sun, saluted the three corners of the arena in the ancient manner. The short knife in white-gloved hand (white, the sign of poison) went first into its sheath. Then the long blade in the black-gloved han...he pure blade that now was unpure, his secret weapon to turn this day int...urely personal victory: poison on the black blade.

The adjustment of his body shield took onl...oment, and he paused to sense the skin-tightening at his forehead assuring him he was properly guarded.

This moment carried its own suspense, and Feyd-Rautha dragged it out with the sure hand o...howman, nodding to his handlers and distracters, checking their equipment wit...easuring star...yves in place with their prickles sharp and glistening, the barbs and hooks waving with their blue streamers.

Feyd-Rautha signaled the musicians.

The slow march began, sonorous with its ancient pomp, and Feyd-Rautha led his troupe across the arena for obeisance at the foot of his uncle's box. He caught the ceremonial key as it was thrown.

The music stopped.

Into the abrupt silence, he stepped back two paces, raised the key and shouted. "I dedicate this truth t... . " And he paused, knowing his uncle would think: The young fool's going to dedicate to Lady Fenring after all and caus...uckus!

" QQQ... . to my uncle and patron, the Baron Vladimir Harkonnen!" Feyd-Rautha shouted.

And he was delighted to see his uncle sigh.

The music resumed at the quick-march, and Feyd-Rautha led his men scampering back across the arena to the prudence door that admitted only those wearing the proper identification band. Feyd-Rautha prided himself that he never used the pru-door and seldom needed distracters. But it was good to know they were available this da...pecial plans sometimes involved special dangers.

Again, silence settled over the arena.

Feyd-Rautha turned, faced the big red door across from him through which the gladiator would emerge.

The special gladiator.

The plan Thufir Hawat had devised was admirably simple and direct, Feyd-Rautha thought. The slave would not be drugge...hat was the danger. Instead...ey word had been drummed into the man's unconscious to immobilize his muscles a...ritical instant. Feyd-Rautha rolled the vital word in his mind, mouthing it without sound: "Scum!" To the audience, it would appear that an un-drugged slave had been slipped into the arena to kill the na-Baron. And all the carefully arranged evidence would point to the slavemaster.

A low humming arose from the red door's servomotors as they were armed for opening.

Feyd-Rautha focused all his awareness on the door. This first moment was the critical one. The appearance of the gladiator as he emerged told the trained eye much it needed to know. All gladiators were supposed to be hyped on elacca drug to come out kill-ready in fighting stanc...ut you had to watch how they hefted the knife, which way they turned in defense, whether they were actually aware of the audience in the stands. The wa...lave cocked his head could give the most vital clue to counter and feint.

The red door slammed open.

Out charge...all, muscular man with shaved head and darkly pitted eyes. His skin was carrot-colored as it should be from the elacca drug, but Feyd-Rautha knew the color was paint. The slave wore green leotards and the red belt o...emishiel...he belt's arrow pointing left to indicate the slave's left side was shielded. He held his knife sword-fashion, cocked slightly outward in the stance o...rained fighter. Slowly, he advanced into the arena, turning his shielded side toward Feyd-Rautha and the group at the pru-door.

"I like not the look of this one, "said one of Feyd-Rautha's barb-men. "Are you sure he's drugged, m'Lord?"

"He has the color," Feyd-Rautha said.

"Yet he stands lik...ighter," said another helper.

Feyd-Rautha advanced two steps onto the sand, studied this slave.

"What has he done to his arm?" asked one of the distracters.

Feyd-Rautha's attention went t...loody scratch on the man's left forearm, followed the arm down to the hand as it pointed t...esign drawn in blood on the left hip of the green leotard... wet shape there: the formalized outline o...awk.

Hawk!

Feyd-Rautha looked up into the darkly pitted eyes, saw them glaring at him with uncommon alertness.

It's one of Duke Leto's fighting men we took on Arrakis! Feyd-Rautha thought. No simple gladiator this...hill ran through him, and he wondered if Hawat had another plan for this aren... feint withi...eint withi...eint. And only the slavemaster prepared to take the blame!

Feyd-Rautha's chief handler spoke at his ear: "I like not the look on that one, m'Lord. Let me se...arb or two in his knife arm to try him."

"I'll set my own barbs," Feyd-Rautha said. He too...air of the long, hooked shafts from the handler, hefted them, testing the balance. These barbs, too, were supposed to be drugge...ut not this time, and the chief handler might die because of that. But it was all part of the plan.

"You'll come out of thi...ero ," Hawat had said. "Killed your gladiator man to man and in spite of treachery. The slavemaster will be executed and your man will step into his spot ."

Feyd-Rautha advanced another five paces into the arena, playing out the moment, studying the slave. Already, he knew, the experts in the stands above him were aware that something was wrong. The gladiator had the correct skin color fo...rugged man, but he stood his ground and did not tremble. The aficionados would be whispering among themselves now: "See how he stands. He should be agitate...ttacking or retreating. See how he conserves his strength, how he waits. He should not wait."

Feyd-Rautha felt his own excitement kindle. Let there be treachery in Hawat's min...e thought...an handle this slave. And it's my long knife that carries the poison this time, not the short one. Even Hawat doesn't know that .

"Hai, Harkonnen!" the slave called. "Are you prepared to die?"

Deathly stillness gripped the arena. Slaves did not issue the challenge!

Now, Feyd-Rautha ha...lear view of the gladiator's eyes, saw the cold ferocity of despair in them. He marked the way the man stood, loose and ready, muscles prepared for victory. The slave grapevine had carried Hawat's message to this one: "You'll ge...rue chance to kill the na-Baron ." That much of the scheme was as they'd planned it, then.

A tight smile crossed Feyd-Rautha's mouth. He lifted the barbs, seeing success for his plans in the way the gladiator stood.

"Hai! Hai!" the slave challenged, and crept forward two steps.

No one in the galleries can mistake it no...eyd-Rautha thought.

This slave should have been partly crippled by drug-induced terror. Every movement should have betrayed his inner knowledge that there was no hope for hi...e could not win. He should have been filled with the stories of the poisons the na-Baron chose for the blade in his white-gloved hand. The na-Baron never gave quick death; he delighted in demonstrating rare poisons, could stand in the arena pointing out interesting side effects o...rithing victim. There was fear in the slave, ye...ut not terror.

Feyd-Rautha lifted the barbs high, nodded in an almost-greeting.

The gladiator pounced.

His feint and defensive counter were as good as any Feyd-Rautha had ever seen...imed side blow missed by the barest fraction from severing the tendons of the na-Baron's left leg.

Feyd-Rautha danced away, leavin...arbed shaft in the slave's right forearm, the hooks completely buried in flesh where the man could not withdraw them without ripping tendons.

A concerted gasp lifted from the galleries.

The sound filled Feyd-Rautha with elation.

He knew now what his uncle was experiencing, sitting up there with the Fenrings, the observers from the Imperial Cour...eside him. There could be no interference with this fight. The forms must be observed in front of witnesses. And the Baron would interpret the events in the arena only one wa...hreat to himself.

The slave backed, holding knife in teeth and lashing the barbed shaft to his arm with the pennant. "I do not feel your needle!" he shouted. Again he crept forward, knife ready, left side presented, his body bent backward to give it the greatest surface of protection from the half-shield.

That action, too, didn't escape the galleries. Sharp cries came from the family boxes. Feyd-Rautha's handlers were calling out to ask if he needed them.

He waved them back to the pru-door.

I'll give the...how such as they've never had befor...eyd-Rautha thought. No tame killing where they can sit back and admire the style. This'll be something to take them by the guts and twist them. When I'm Baron they'll remember this day and won't b...ne of them can escape fear of me because of this day .

Feyd-Rautha gave ground slowly before the gladiator's crablike advance. Arena sand grated underfoot. He heard the slave's panting, smelled his own sweat an...aint odor of blood on the air.

Steadily, the na-Baron moved backward, turning to the right, his second barb ready. The slave danced sideways. Feyd-Rautha appeared to stumble, heard the scream from the galleries.

Again, the slave pounced.

Gods, wha...ighting man! Feyd-Rautha thought as he leaped aside. Only youth's quickness saved him, but he left the second barb buried in the deltoid muscle of the slave's right arm.

Shrill cheers rained from the galleries.

They cheer me no...eyd-Rautha thought. He heard the wildness in the voices just as Hawat had said he would. They'd never cheere...amily fighter that way before. And he thought with an edge of grimness o...hing Hawat had told him: "It's easier to be terrified by an enemy you admire ."

Swiftly, Feyd-Rautha retreated to the center of the arena where all could see clearly. He drew his long blade, crouched and waited for the advancing slave.

The man took only the time to lash the second barb tight to his arm, then sped in pursuit.

Let the family see me do this thin...eyd-Rautha thought...m their enemy: let them think of me as they see me now.

He drew his short blade.

"I do not fear you, Harkonnen swine," the gladiator said. "Your tortures cannot hur...ead man...an be dead on my own blade befor...andler lays finger to my flesh. And I'll have you dead beside me!"

Feyd-Rautha grinned, offered now the long blade, the one with the poison. "Try this one," he said, and feinted with the short blade in his other hand.

The slave shifted knife hands, turned inside both parry and feint to grapple the na-Baron's short blad...he one in the white gloved hand that tradition said should carry the poison.

"You will die, Harkonnen," the gladiator gasped.

They struggled sideways across the sand. Where Feyd-Rautha's shield met the slave's halfshield...lue glow marked the contact. The air around them filled with ozone from the field.

"Die on your own poison!" the slave grated.

He began forcing the white-gloved hand inward, turning the blade he thought carried the poison.

Let them see this! Feyd-Rautha thought. He brought down the long blade, felt it clang uselessly against the barbed shaft lashed to the slave's arm.

Feyd-Rautha fel...oment of desperation. He had not thought the barbed shafts would be an advantage for the slave. But they gave the man another shield. And the strength of this gladiator! The short blade was being forced inward inexorably, and Feyd-Rautha focused on the fact tha...an could also die on an unpoisoned blade.

"Scum!" Feyd-Rautha gasped.

At the key word, the gladiator's muscles obeyed wit...omentary slackness. It was enough for Feyd-Rautha. He opene...pace between them sufficient for the long blade. Its poisoned tip flicked out, dre...ed line down the slave's chest. There was instant agony in the poison. The man disengaged himself, staggered backward.

Now, let my dear family watc...eyd-Rautha thought. Let them think on this slave who tried to turn the knife he thought poisoned and use it against me. Let them wonder ho...ladiator could come into this arena ready for such an attempt. And let them always be aware they cannot know for sure which of my hands carries the poison .

Feyd-Rautha stood in silence, watching the slowed motions of the slave. The man moved withi...esitation-awareness. There was an orthographic thing on his face now for every watcher to recognize. The death was written there. The slave knew it had been done to him and he knew how it had been done. The wrong blade had carried the poison.

"You!" the man moaned.

Feyd-Rautha drew back to give death its space. The paralyzing drug in the poison had yet to take full effect, but the man's slowness told of its advance.

The slave staggered forward as though drawn b...trin...ne dragging step a...ime. Each step was the only step in his universe. He still clutched his knife, but its point wavered.

"One da... . on... . of u... . wil... . ge... . you," he gasped.

A sad little moue contorted his mouth. He sat, sagged, then stiffened and rolled away from Feyd-Rautha, face down.

Feyd-Rautha advanced in the silent arena, pu...oe under the gladiator and rolled him onto his back to give the gallerie...lear view of the face when the poison began its twisting, wrenching work on the muscles. But the gladiator came over with his own knife, protruding from his breast.

In spite of frustration, there was for Feyd-Rauth...easure of admiration for the effort this slave had managed in overcoming the paralysis to do this thing to himself. With the admiration came the realization that here was trul...hing to fear.

That which make...an superhuman is terrifying.

As he focused on this thought, Feyd-Rautha became conscious of the eruption of noise from the stands and galleries around him. They were cheering with utter abandon.

Feyd-Rautha turned, looking up at them.

All were cheering except the Baron, who sat with hand to chin in deep contemplatio...nd the Count and his lady, both of whom were staring down at him, their faces masked by smiles.

Count Fenring turned to his lady, said: "Ah-h-h-um-m-m...esourceful um-m-m-m young man. Eh, mm-m-m-ah, my dear?"

"His ah-h-h synaptic responses are very swift," she said.

The Baron looked at her, at the Count, returned his attention to the arena, thinking: If someone could get that close to one of mine! Rage began to replace his fear. I'll have the slavemaster dead ove...low fire this nigh... . and if this Count and his lady ha...and in i... .

The conversation in the Baron's box was remote movement to Feyd-Rautha, the voices drowned in the foot-stamping chant that came now from all around:

"Head! Head! Head! Head!"

The Baron scowled, seeing the way Feyd-Rautha turned to him. Languidly, controlling his rage with difficulty, the Baron waved his hand toward the young man standing in the arena beside the sprawled body of the slave. Give the bo...ead. He earned it by exposing the slavemaster .

Feyd-Rautha saw the signal of agreement, thought: They think they honor me. Let them see wha...hink!

He saw his handlers approaching wit...aw-knife to do the honors, waved them back, repeated the gesture as they hesitated. They think they honor me with jus...ead! he thought. He bent and crossed the gladiator's hands around the protruding knife handle, then removed the knife and placed it in the limp hands.

It was done in an instant, and he straightened, beckoned his handlers. "Bury this slave intact with his knife in his hands," he said. "The man earned it."

In the golden box, Count Fenring leaned close to the Baron, said: "A grand gesture, tha...rue bravura. Your nephew has style as well as courage."

"He insults the crowd by refusing the head," the Baron muttered.

"Not at all," Lady Fenring said. She turned, looking up at the tiers around them.

And the Baron noted the line of her nec... truly lovely flowing of muscle...ik...oung boy's.

"They like what your nephew did," she said.

As the import of Feyd-Rautha's gesture penetrated to the most distant seats, as the people saw the handlers carrying off the dead gladiator intact, the Baron watched them and realized she had interpreted the reaction correctly. The people were going wild, beating on each other, screaming and stamping.

The Baron spoke wearily. "I shall have to orde...ete. You cannot send people home like this, their energies unspent. They must see tha...hare their elation." He gav...and signal to his guard, an...ervant above them dipped the Harkonnen orange pennant over the bo...nce, twice, three time...ignal fo...ete.

Feyd-Rautha crossed the arena to stand beneath the golden box, his weapons sheathed, arms hanging at his sides. Above the undiminished frenzy of the crowd, he called: "A fete, Uncle?"

The noise began to subside as people saw the conversation and waited.

"In your honor, Feyd!" the Baron called down. And again, he caused the pennant to be dipped in signal.

Across the arena, the pru-barriers had been dropped and young men were leaping down into the arena, racing toward Feyd-Rautha.

"You ordered the pru-shields dropped. Baron?" the Count asked.

"No one will harm the lad," the Baron said. "He'...ero."

The first of the charging mass reached Feyd-Rautha, lifted him on their shoulders, began parading around the arena.

"He could walk unarmed and unshielded through the poorest quarters of Harko tonight," the Baron said. "They'd give him the last of their food and drink just for his company."

The Baron pushed himself from his chair, settled his weight into his suspensors. "You will forgive me, please. There are matters that require my immediate attention. The guard will see you to the keep."

The Count arose, bowed. "Certainly, Baron. We're looking forward to the fete. I've ah-h-h-mm-m-m never see...arkonnen fete."

"Yes," the Baron said. "The fete." He turned, was enveloped by guards as he stepped into the private exit from the box.

A guard captain bowed to Count Fenring. "Your orders, my Lord?"

"We will ah-h-h wait for the worst mm-m-m crush to um-m-m pass," the Count said.

"Yes, m'Lord." The man bowed himself back three paces.

Count Fenring faced his lady, spoke again in their personal humming-code tongue: "You saw it, of course?"

In the same humming tongue, she said: "The lad knew the gladiator wouldn't be drugged. There wa...oment of fear, yes, but no surprise."

"It was planned," he said. "The entire performance."

"Withou...oubt."

"It stinks of Hawat."

"Indeed," she said.

"I demanded earlier that the Baron eliminate Hawat."

"That was an error, my dear."

"I see that now."

"The Harkonnens may hav...ew Baron ere long."

"If that's Hawat's plan."

"That will bear examination, true," she said.

"The young one will be more amenable to control."

"For u... . after tonight," she said.

"You don't anticipate difficulty seducing him, my little brood-mother?"

"No, my love. You saw how he looked at me."

"Yes, an...an see now why we must have that bloodline."

"Indeed, and it's obvious we must hav...old on him. I'll plant deep in his deepest self the necessary prana-bindu phrases to bend him."

"We'll leave as soon as possibl...s soon as you're sure," he said.

She shuddered. "By all means...hould not want to bea...hild in this terrible place."

"The things we do in the name of humanity," he said.

"Yours is the easy part," she said.

"There are some ancient prejudice...vercome," he said. "They're quite primordial, you know."

"My poor dear," she said, and patted his cheek. "You know this is the only way to be sure of saving that bloodline."

He spoke i...ry voice: "I quite understand what we do."

"We won't fail," she said.

"Guilt starts a...eeling of failure," he reminded.

"There'll be no guilt," she said. "Hypno-ligation of that Feyd-Rautha's psyche and his child in my wom...hen we go."

"That uncle," he said. "Have you ever seen such distortion?"

"He's pretty fierce," she said, "but the nephew could well grow to be worse."

"Thanks to that uncle. You know, when you think what this lad could've been with some other upbringin...ith the Atreides code to guide him, for example."

"It's sad, "she said.

"Would that we could've saved both the Atreides youth and this one. From wha...eard of that young Pau... most admirable lad, good union of breeding and training." He shook his head. "But we shouldn't waste sorrow over the aristocracy of misfortune."

"There'...ene Gesserit saying," she said.

"You have sayings for everything!" he protested.

"You'll like this one," she said. "It goes: 'Do not coun...uman dead until you've seen his body. And even then you can mak...istake.' "

Muad'Dib tells us in "A Time of Reflection" that his first collisions with Arrakeen necessities were the true beginnings of his education. He learned then how to pole the sand for its weather, learned the language of the wind's needles stinging his skin, learned how the nose can buzz with sand-itch and how to gather his body's precious moisture around him to guard it and preserve it. As his eyes assumed the blue of the Ibad, he learned the Chakobsa way.

- Stilgar's preface to "Muad'Dib, the Man" by the Princess Irulan

Stilgar's troop returning to the sietch with its two strays from the desert climbed out of the basin in the waning light of the first moon. The robed figures hurried with the smell of home in their nostrils. Dawn's gray line behind them was brightest at the notch in their horizon-calendar that marked the middle of autumn, the month of Caprock.

Wind-raked dead leaves strewed the cliffbase where the sietch children had been gathering them, but the sounds of the troop's passage (except for occasional blunderings by Paul and his mother) could not be distinguished from the natural sounds of the night.

Paul wiped sweat-caked dust from his forehead, fel...ug at his arm, heard Chani's voice hissing. "Do a...old you: bring the fold of your hood down over your forehead! Leave only the eyes exposed. You waste moisture."

A whispered command behind them demanded silence: "The desert hears you!"

A bird chirruped from the rocks high above them.

The troop stopped, and Paul sensed abrupt tension.

There cam...aint thumping from the rocks...ound no louder than mice jumping in the sand.

Again, the bird chirruped.

A stir passed through the troop's ranks. And again, the mouse-thumping pecked its way across the sand.

Once more, the bird chirruped.

The troop resumed its climb up int...rack in the rocks, but there wa...tillness of breath about the Fremen now that filled Paul with caution, and he noted covert glances toward Chani, the way she seemed to withdraw, pulling in upon herself.

There was rock underfoot now...aint gray swishing of robes around them, and Paul sense...elaxing of discipline, but still that quiet-of-the-person about Chani and the others. He followe...hadow shap...p steps...urn, more steps, int...unnel, past two moisture-sealed doors and int...lobelighted narrow passage with yellow rock walls and ceiling.

All around him, Paul saw the Fremen throwing back their hoods, removing nose plugs, breathing deeply. Someone sighed. Paul looked for Chani, found that she had left his side. He was hemmed in b...ress of robed bodies. Someone jostled him, said, "Excuse me, Usul. Wha...rush! It's always this way."

On his left, the narrow bearded face of the one called Farok turned toward Paul. The stained eyepits and blue darkness of eyes appeared even darker under the yellow globes. "Throw off your hood, Usul," Farok said. "You're home." And he helped Paul, releasing the hood catch, elbowin...pace around them.

Paul slipped out his nose plugs, swung the mouth baffle aside. The odor of the place assailed him: unwashed bodies, distillate esters of reclaimed wastes, everywhere the sour effluvia of humanity with, over it all...urbulence of spice and spicelike harmonics.

"Why are we waiting, Farok?" Paul asked.

"For the Reverend Mother...hink. You heard the messag...oor Chani."

Poor Chani? Paul asked himself. He looked around, wondering where she was, where his mother had got to in all this crush.

Farok too...eep breath. "The smells of home," he said.

Paul saw that the man was enjoying the stink of this air, that there was no irony in his tone. He heard his mother cough then, and her voice came back to him through the press of the troop: "How rich the odors of your sietch, Stilgar...ee you do much working with the spic... . you make pape... . plastic... . and isn't that chemical explosives?"

"You know this from what you smell?" It was another man's voice.

And Paul realized she was speaking for his benefit, that she wanted him to mak...uick acceptance of this assault on his nostrils.

There cam...uzz of activity at the head of the troop an...rolonged indrawn breath that seemed to pass through the Fremen, and Paul heard hushed voices back down the line: "It's true the...iet is dead."

Lie...aul thought. Then: Chani, daughter of Lie...he pieces fell together in his mind. Liet was the Fremen name of the planetologist.

Paul looked at Farok, asked: "Is it the Liet known as Kynes?"

"There is only one Liet," Farok said.

Paul turned, stared at the robed back o...remen in front of him. Then Liet-Kynes is dea...e thought.

"It was Harkonnen treachery," someone hissed. "They made it seem an acciden... . lost in the deser... ...#039;thopter cras... . "

Paul fel...urst of anger. The man who had befriended them, helped save them from the Harkonnen hunters, the man who had sent his Fremen cohorts searching for two strays in the deser... . another victim of the Harkonnens.

"Does Usul hunger yet for revenge?" Farok asked.

Before Paul could answer, there cam...ow call and the troop swept forward int...ider chamber, carrying Paul with them. He found himself in an open space confronted by Stilgar an...trange woman wearin...lowing wraparound garment of brilliant orange and green. Her arms were bare to the shoulders, and he could see she wore no stillsuit. Her skin wa...ale olive. Dark hair swept back from her high forehead, throwing emphasis on sharp cheekbones and aquiline nose between the dense darkness of her eyes.

She turned toward him, and Paul saw golden rings threaded with water tallies dangling from her ears.

"This bested my Jamis?" she demanded.

"Be silent, Harah," Stilgar said. "It was Jamis' doin...e invoked the tahaddi al-burhan."

"He's not bu...oy!" she said. She gave her hea...harp shake from side to side, setting the water tallies to jingling. "My children made fatherless by another child? Surely, 'twas an accident!"

"Usul, how many years have you?" Stilgar asked.

"Fifteen standard," Paul said.

Stilgar swept his eyes over the troop. "Is there one among you cares to challenge me?"

Silence.

Stilgar looked at the woman. "Until I've learned his weirding ways. I'd not challenge him."

She returned his stare. "Bu.."

"You saw the stranger, woman who went with Chani to the Reverend Mother?" Stilgar asked. "She's an out-freyn Sayyadina, mother to this lad. The mother and son are masters of the weirding ways of battle."

......QQ "Lisan al-Gaib," the woman whispered. Her eyes held awe as she turned them back toward Paul.

The legend agai...aul thought.

"Perhaps," Stilgar said. "It hasn't been tested, though." He returned his attention to Paul. "Usul, it's our way that you've now the responsibility for Jamis' woman here and for his two sons. His yal... . his quarters, are yours. His coffee service is your... . and this, his woman."

Paul studied the woman, wondering: Why isn't she mourning her man? Why does she show no hate for me? Abruptly, he saw that the Fremen were staring at him, waiting.

Someone whispered: "There's work to do. Say how you accept her."

Stilgar said: "Do you accept Harah as woman or servant?"

Harah lifted her arms, turning slowly on one heel. "I am still young, Usul. It's sai...till look as young as whe...as with Geof... . before Jamis bested him."

Jamis killed another to win he...aul thought.

Paul said: "I...ccept her as servant, ma...et change my mind a...ater time?"

"You'd hav...ear to change your decision," Stilgar said. "After that, she'...ree woman to choose as she wishe... . or you could free her to choose for herself at any time. But she's your responsibility, no matter what, for one yea... . and you'll always share some responsibility for the sons of Jamis."

"I accept her as servant," Paul said.

Harah stampe...oot, shook her shoulders with anger. "But I'm young!"

Stilgar looked at Paul, said: "Caution'...orthy trait i...an who'd lead."

"But I'm young!" Harah repeated.

"Be silent," Stilgar commanded. "I...hing has merit, it'll be. Show Usul to his quarters and see he has fresh clothing an...lace to rest."

"Oh-h-h-h!" she said.

Paul had registered enough of her to hav...irst approximation. He felt the impatience of the troop, knew many things were being delayed here. He wondered if he dared ask the whereabouts of his mother and Chani, saw from Stilgar's nervous stance that it would b...istake.

He faced Harah, pitched his voice with tone and tremolo to accent her fear and awe, said: "Show me my quarters, Harah! We will discuss your youth another time."

She backed away two steps, cas...rightened glance at Stilgar. "He has the weirding voice," she husked.

"Stilgar," Paul said. "Chani's father put heavy obligation on me. If there's anythin... . "

"It'll be decided in council," Stilgar said. "You can speak then." He nodded in dismissal, turned away with the rest of the troop following him.

Paul took Harah's arm, noting how cool her flesh seemed, feeling her tremble. "I'll not harm you, Harah," he said. "Show me our quarters." And he smoothed his voice with relaxants.

"You'll not cast me out when the year's gone?" she said. "I know for true I'm not as young as onc...as."

"As long a...ive you'll hav...lace with me," he said. He released her arm. "Come now, where are our quarters?"

She turned, led the way down the passage, turning right int...ide cross tunnel lighted by evenly spaced yellow overhead globes. The stone floor was smooth, swept clean of sand.

Paul moved up beside her, studied the aquiline profile as they walked. "You do not hate me, Harah?"

"Why shoul...ate you?"

She nodded t...luster of children who stared at them from the raised ledge o...ide passage. Paul glimpsed adult shapes behind the children partly hidden by filmy hangings.

"... . bested Jamis."

"Stilgar said the ceremony was held and you'r...riend of Jamis." She glanced sidelong at him. "Stilgar said you gave moisture to the dead. Is that truth?"

"Yes."

"It's more than I'll d... . can do."

"Don't you mourn him?"

"In the time of mourning, I'll mourn him."

They passed an arched opening. Paul looked through it at men and women working with stand-mounted machinery i...arge, bright chamber. There seemed an extra tempo of urgency to them.

"What're they doing in there?" Paul asked.

She glanced back as they passed beyond the arch, said: "They hurry to finish the quota in the plastics shop before we flee. We need many dew collectors for the planting."

"Flee?"

"Until the butchers stop hunting us or are driven from our land."

Paul caught himself i...tumble, sensing an arrested instant of time, rememberin...ragment...isual projection of prescienc...ut it was displaced, lik...ontage in motion. The bits of his prescient memory were not quite as he remembered them.

"The Sardaukar hunt us," he said.

"They'll not find much excepting an empty sietch or two," she said. "And they'll find their share of death in the sand."

"They'll find this place?" he asked.

"Likely."

"Yet we take the time t... . " He motioned with his head toward the arch now far behind them. " QQQ... . mak... . dew collectors?"

"The planting goes on."

"What're dew collectors?" he asked.

The glance she turned on him was full of surprise. "Don't they teach you anything in th... . wherever it is you come from?"

"Not about dew collectors."

"Hai!" she said, and there wa...hole conversation in the one word.

"Well, what are they?"

"Each bush, each weed you see out there in the erg," she said, "how do you suppose it lives when we leave it? Each is planted most tenderly in its own little pit. The pits are filled with smooth ovals of chromoplastic. Light turns them white. You can see them glistening in the dawn if you look down fro...igh place. White reflects. But when Old Father Sun departs, the chromoplastic reverts to transparency in the dark. It cools with extreme rapidity. The surface condenses moisture out of the air. That moisture trickles down to keep our plants alive."

"Dew collectors," he muttered, enchanted by the simple beauty of suc...cheme.

"I'll mourn Jamis in the proper time for it," she said, as though her mind had not left his other question. "He wa...ood man, Jamis, but quick to anger...ood provider, Jamis, an...onder with the children. He made no separation between Geoff's boy, my firstborn, and his own true son. They were equal in his eyes." She turne...uesting stare on Paul. "Would it be that way with you, Usul?"

"We don't have that problem."

"But i.."

"Harah!"

She recoiled at the harsh edge in his voice.

They passed another brightly lighted room visible through an arch on their left. "What's made there?" he asked.

"They repair the weaving machinery," she said. "But it must be dismantled by tonight." She gestured a...unnel branching to their left. "Through there and beyond, that's food processing and stillsuit maintenance." She looked at Paul. "Your suit looks new. But if it needs work, I'm good with suits...ork in the factory in season."

They began coming on knots of people now and thicker clusterings of openings in the tunnel's sides...ile of men and women passed them carrying packs that gurgled heavily, the smell of spice strong about them.

"They'll not get our water," Harah said. "Or our spice. You can be sure of that."

Paul glanced at the openings in the tunnel walls, seeing the heavy carpets on the raised ledge, glimpses of rooms with bright fabrics on the walls, piled cushions. People in the openings fell silent at their approach, followed Paul with untamed stares.

"The people find it strange you bested Jamis," Harah said. "Likely you'll have some proving to do when we're settled i...ew sietch."

"I don't like killing," he said.

"Thus Stilgar tells it," she said, but her voice betrayed her disbelief.

A shrill chanting grew louder ahead of them. They came to another side opening wider than any of the others Paul had seen. He slowed his pace, staring in a...oom crowded with children sitting cross-legged o...aroon-carpeted floor.

A...halkboard against the far wall stoo...oman i...ellow wraparound...rojecto-stylus in one hand. The board was filled with design...ircles, wedges and curves, snake tracks and squares, flowing arcs split by parallel lines. The woman pointed to the designs one after the other as fast as she could move the stylus, and the children chanted in rhythm with her moving hand.

Paul listened, hearing the voices grow dimmer behind as he moved deeper into the sietch with Harah.

"Tree," the children chanted. "Tree, grass, dune, wind, mountain, hill, fire, lightning, rock, rocks, dust, sand, heat, shelter, heat, full, winter, cold, empty, erosion, summer, cavern, day, tension, moon, night, caprock, sandtide, slope, planting, binde... . "

"You conduct classes a...ime like this?" Paul asked.

Her face went somber and grief edged her voice: "What Liet taught us, we cannot pause an instant in that. Liet who is dead must not be forgotten. It's the Chakobsa way."

She crossed the tunnel to the left, stepped up ont...edge, parted gauzy orange hangings and stood aside: "Your yali is ready for you, Usul."

Paul hesitated before joining her on the ledge. He fel...udden reluctance to be alone with this woman. It came to him that he was surrounded b...ay of life that could only be understood by postulating an ecology of ideas and values. He felt that this Fremen world was fishing for him, trying to snare him in its ways. And he knew what lay in that snar...he wild jihad, the religious war he felt he should avoid at any cost.

"This is your yali," Harah said. "Why do you hesitate?"

Paul nodded, joined her on the ledge. He lifted the hangings across from her, feeling metal fibers in the fabric, followed her int...hort entrance way and then int...arger room, square, about six meters t...id...hick blue carpets on the floor, blue and green fabrics hiding the rock walls, glowglobes tuned to yellow overhead bobbing against draped yellow ceiling fabrics.

The effect was that of an ancient tent.

Harah stood in front of him, left hand on hip, her eyes studying his face. "The children are wit...riend," she said. "They will present themselves later."

Paul masked his unease beneat...uick scanning of the room. Thin hangings to the right, he saw, partly conceale...arger room with cushions piled around the walls. He fel...oft breeze from an air duct, saw the outlet cunningly hidden i...attern of hangings directly ahead of him.

"Do you wish me to help you remove your stillsuit?" Harah asked.

"N... . thank you."

"Shal...ring food?"

"Yes."

"There i...eclamation chamber off the other room." She gestured. "For your comfort and convenience when you're out of your stillsuit."

"You said we have to leave this sietch," Paul said. "Shouldn't we be packing or something?"

"It will be done in its time," she said. "The butchers have yet to penetrate to our region."

Still she hesitated, staring at him.

"What is it?" he demanded.

"You've not the eyes of the Ibad," she said. "It's strange but not entirely unattractive."

"Get the food," he said. "I'm hungry."

She smiled at hi... knowing, woman's smile that he found disquieting. "I am your servant," she said, and whirled away in one lithe motion, ducking behin...eavy wall hanging that revealed another passage before falling back into place.

Feeling angry with himself, Paul brushed through the thin hanging on the right and into the larger room. He stood ther...oment caught by uncertainty. And he wondered where Chani wa... . Chani who had just lost her father.

We're alike in tha...e thought.

A wailing cry sounded from the outer corridors, its volume muffled by the intervening hangings. It was repeated...it more distant. And again. Paul realized someone was calling the time. He focused on the fact that he had seen no clocks.

The faint smell of burning creosote bush came to his nostrils, riding on the omnipresent stink of the sietch. Paul saw that he had already suppressed the odorous assault on his senses.

And he wondered again about his mother, how the moving montage of the future would incorporate he... . and the daughter she bore. Mutable time-awareness danced around him. He shook his head sharply, focusing his attention on the evidences that spoke of profound depth and breadth in this Fremen culture that had swallowed them.

With its subtle oddities.

He had see...hing about the caverns and this room...hing that suggested far greater differences than anything he had yet encountered.

There was no sign o...oison snooper here, no indication of their use anywhere in the cave warren. Yet he could smell poisons in the sietch stenc...trong ones, common ones.

He hear...ustle of hangings, thought it was Harah returning with food, and turned to watch her. Instead, from beneat...isplaced pattern of hangings, he saw two young boy...erhaps aged nine and te...taring out at him with greedy eyes. Each wor...mall kindjal-type of crysknife, reste...and on the hilt.

And Paul recalled the stories of the Freme...hat their children fought as ferociously as the adults.

The hands move, the lips move  -

Ideas gush from his words,

And his eyes devour!

He is an island of Selfdom .

- description from "A Manual of Muad'Dib" by the Princess Irulan

Phosphortubes in the faraway upper reaches of the cavern cas...im light onto the thronged interior, hinting at the great size of this rock-enclosed spac... . larger, Jessica saw, than even the Gathering Hall of her Bene Gesserit school. She estimated there were more than five thousand people gathered out there beneath the ledge where she stood with Stilgar.

And more were coming.

The air was murmurous with people.

"Your son has been summoned from his rest, Sayyadina," Stilgar said. "Do you wish him to share in your decision?"

"Could he change my decision?"

"Certainly, the air with which you speak comes from your own lungs, bu.."

"The decision stands," she said.

But she felt misgivings, wondering if she should use Paul as an excuse for backing out o...angerous course. There was an unborn daughter to think of as well. What endangered the flesh of the mother endangered the flesh of the daughter.

Men came with rolled carpets, grunting under the weight of them, stirring up dust as the loads were dropped onto the ledge.

Stilgar took her arm, led her back into the acoustical horn that formed the rear limits of the ledge. He indicate...ock bench within the horn. "The Reverend Mother will sit here, but you may rest yourself until she comes."

"I prefer to stand," Jessica said.

She watched the men unroll the carpets, covering the ledge, looked out at the crowd. There were at least ten thousand people on the rock floor now.

And still they came.

Out on the desert, she knew, it already was red nightfall, but here in the cavern hall was perpetual twilight...ray vastness thronged with people come to see her risk her life.

A way was opened through the crowd to her right, and she saw Paul approaching flanked by two small boys. There wa...waggering air of self-importance about the children. They kept hands on knives, scowled at the wall of people on either side.

"The sons of Jamis who are now the sons of Usul," Stilgar said. "They take their escort duties seriously." He venture...mile at Jessica.

Jessica recognized the effort to lighten her mood and was grateful for it, but could not take her mind from the danger that confronted her.

I had no choice but to do thi...he thought. We must move swiftly if we're to secure our place among these Fremen .

Paul climbed to the ledge, leaving the children below. He stopped in front of his mother, glanced at Stilgar, back to Jessica. "What is happening...hough...as being summoned to council."

Stilgar raise...and for silence, gestured to his left where another way had been opened in the throng. Chani came down the lane opened there, her elfin face set in lines of grief. She had removed her stillsuit and wor...raceful blue wraparound that exposed her thin arms. Near the shoulder on her left arm...reen kerchief had been tied.

Green for mournin...aul thought.

It was one of the customs the two sons of Jamis had explained to him by indirection, telling him they wore no green because they accepted him as guardian-father.

"Are you the Lisan al-Gaib?" they had asked. And Paul had sensed the jihad in their words, shrugged off the question with one of his ow...earning then that Kaleff, the elder of the two, was ten, and the natural son of Geoff. Orlop, the younger, was eight, the natural son of Jamis.

It had bee...trange day with these two standing guard over him because he asked it, keeping away the curious, allowing him the time to nurse his thoughts and prescient memories, to pla...ay to prevent the jihad.

Now, standing beside his mother on the cavern ledge and looking out at the throng, he wondered if any plan could prevent the wild outpouring of fanatic legions.

Chani, nearing the ledge, was followed a...istance by four women carrying another woman i...itter.

Jessica ignored Chani's approach, focusing all her attention on the woman in the litte... crone...rinkled and shriveled ancient thing i...lack gown with hood thrown back to reveal the tight knot of gray hair and the stringy neck.

The litter-carriers deposited their burden gently on the ledge from below, and Chani helped the old woman to her feet.

So this is their Reverend Mothe...essica thought.

The old woman leaned heavily on Chani as she hobbled toward Jessica, looking lik...ollection of sticks draped in the black robe. She stopped in front of Jessica, peered upward fo...ong moment before speaking i...usky whisper.

"So you're the one." The old head nodded once precariously on the thin neck. "The Shadout Mapes was right to pity you."

Jessica spoke quickly, scornfully: "I need no one's pity."

"That remains to be seen," husked the old woman. She turned with surprising quickness and faced the throng. "Tell them, Stilgar."

"Must I?" he asked.

"We are the people of Misr," the old woman rasped. "Since our Sunni ancestors fled from Nilotic al-Ourouba, we have known flight and death. The young go on that our people shall not die."

Stilgar too...eep breath, stepped forward two paces.

Jessica felt the hush come over the crowded caver...ome twenty thousand people now, standing silently, almost without movement. It made her feel suddenly small and filled with caution.

"Tonight we must leave this sietch that has sheltered us for so long and go south into the desert," Stilgar said. His voice boomed out across the uplifted faces, reverberating with the force given it by the acoustical horn behind the ledge.

Still the throng remained silent.

"The Reverend Mother tells me she cannot survive another hajra," Stilgar said. "We have lived before withou...everend Mother, but it is not good for people to see...ew home in such straits."

Now, the throng stirred, rippling with whispers and currents of disquiet.

"That this may not come to pass," Stilgar said, "our new Sayyadina Jessica of the Weirding, has consented to enter the rite at this time. She will attempt to pass within that we not lose the strength of our Reverend Mother."

Jessica of the Weirdin...essica thought. She saw Paul staring at her, his eyes filled with questions, but his mouth held silent by all the strangeness around them.

I...ie in the attempt, what will become of him? Jessica asked herself. Again she felt the misgivings fill her mind.

Chani led the old Reverend Mother t...ock bench deep in the acoustical horn, returned to stand beside Stilgar.

"That we may not lose all if Jessica of the Weirding should fail," Stilgar said, "Chani, daughter of Liet, will be consecrated in the Sayyadina at this time." He stepped one pace to the side.

From deep in the acoustical horn, the old woman's voice came out to them, an amplified whisper, harsh and penetrating: "Chani has returned from her hajr...hani has seen the waters."

A sussurant response arose from the crowd: "She has seen the waters."

"I consecrate the daughter of Liet in the Sayyadina," husked the old woman.

"She is accepted," the crowd responded.

Paul barely heard the ceremony, his attention still centered on what had been said of his mother.

If she should fail?

He turned and looked back at the one they called Reverend Mother, studying the dried crone features, the fathomless blue fixation of her eyes. She looked as thoug...reeze would blow her away, yet there was that about her which suggested she might stand untouched in the path o...oriolis storm. She carried the same aura of power that he remembered from the Reverend Mother Gaius Helen Mohiam who had tested him with agony in the way of the gom jabbar.

"I, the Reverend Mother Ramallo, whose voice speaks a...ultitude, say this to you," the old woman said. "It is fitting that Chani enter the Sayyadina."

"It is fitting," the crowd responded.

The old woman nodded, whispered: "I give her the silver skies, the golden desert and its shining rocks, the green fields that will be...ive these to Sayyadina Chani. And lest she forget that she's servant of us all, to her fall the menial tasks in this Ceremony of the Seed. Let it be as Shai-hulud will have it." She lifte...rown-stick arm, dropped it.

Jessica, feeling the ceremony close around her wit...urrent that swept her beyond all turning back, glanced once at Paul's question filled face, then prepared herself for the ordeal.

"Let the watermasters come forward," Chani said with only the slightest quaver of uncertainty in her girl-child voice.

Now, Jessica felt herself at the focus of danger, knowing its presence in the watchfulness of the throng, in the silence.

A band of men made its way throug...erpentine path opened in the crowd, moving up from the back in pairs. Each pair carrie...mall skin sack, perhaps twice the size o...uman head. The sacks sloshed heavily.

The two leaders deposited their load at Chani's feet on the ledge and stepped back.

Jessica looked at the sack, then at the men. They had their hoods thrown back, exposing long hair tied i...oll at the base of the neck. The black pits of their eyes stared back at her without wavering.

A furry redolence of cinnamon arose from the sack, wafted across Jessica. The spice? she wondered.

"Is there water?" Chani asked.

The watermaster on the left...an wit...urple scar line across the bridge of his nose, nodded once. "There is water, Sayyadina," he said, "but we cannot drink of it."

"Is there seed?" Chani asked.

"There is seed," the man said.

Chani knelt and put her hands to the sloshing sack. "Blessed is the water and its seed."

There was familiarity to the rite, and Jessica looked back at the Reverend Mother Ramallo. The old woman's eyes were closed and she sat hunched over as though asleep.

"Sayyadina Jessica," Chani said.

Jessica turned to see the girl staring up at her.

"Have you tasted the blessed water?" Chani asked.

Before Jessica could answer, Chani said: "It is not possible that you have tasted the blessed water. You are outworlder and unprivileged."

A sigh passed through the crowd...ussuration of robes that made the nape hairs creep on Jessica's neck.

"The crop was large and the maker has been destroyed," Chani said. She began unfastenin...oiled spout fixed to the top of the sloshing sack.

Now, Jessica felt the sense of danger boiling around her. She glanced at Paul, saw that he was caught up in the mystery of the ritual and had eyes only for Chani.

Has he seen this moment in time? Jessica wondered. She reste...and on her abdomen, thinking of the unborn daughter there, asking herself: D...ave the right to risk us both?

Chani lifted the spout toward Jessica, said: "Here is the Water of Life, the water that is greater than water -  Ka...he water that frees the soul. If you b...everend Mother, it opens the universe to you. Let Shai-hulud judge now."

Jessica felt herself torn between duty to her unborn child and duty to Paul. For Paul, she knew, she should take that spout and drink of the sack's contents, but as she bent to the proffered spout, her senses told her its peril.

The stuff in the sack ha...itter smell subtly akin to many poisons that she knew, but unlike them, too.

"You must drink it now," Chani said.

There's no turning bac...essica reminded herself. But nothing in all her Bene Gesserit training came into her mind to help her through this instant.

What is it? Jessica asked, herself. Liquor...rug?

She bent over the spout, smelled the esters of cinnamon, remembering then the drunkenness of Duncan Idaho. Spice liquor? she asked herself. She took the siphon tube in her mouth, pulled up only the most minuscule sip. It tasted of the spice...aint bite acrid on the tongue.

Chani pressed down on the skin bag...reat gulp of the stuff surged into Jessica's mouth and before she could help herself, she swallowed it, fighting to retain her calmness and dignity.

"To accep...ittle death is worse than death itself," Chani said. She stared at Jessica, waiting.

And Jessica stared back, still holding the spout in her mouth. She tasted the sack's contents in her nostrils, in the roof of her mouth, in her cheeks, in her eye... biting sweetness, now.

Cool .

Again, Chani sent the liquid gushing into Jessica's mouth.

Delicate.

Jessica studied Chani's fac...lfin feature...eeing the traces of Liet-Kynes there as yet unfixed by time.

This i...rug they feed m...essica told herself.

But it was unlike any other drug of her experience, and Bene Gesserit training included the taste of many drugs.

Chani's features were so clear, as though outlined in light.

A drug .

Whirling silence settled around Jessica. Every fiber of her body accepted the fact that something profound had happened to it. She felt that she wa...onscious mote, smaller than any subatomic particle, yet capable of motion and of sensing her surroundings. Like an abrupt revelatio...he curtains whipped awa...he realized she had become aware o...sychokinesthetic extension of herself. She was the mote, yet not the mote.

The cavern remained around he...he people. She sensed them: Paul, Chani, Stilgar, the Reverend Mother Ramallo.

Reverend Mother!

At the school there had been rumors that some did not survive the Reverend Mother ordeal, that the drug took them.

Jessica focused her attention on the Reverend Mother Ramallo, aware now that all this was happening i...rozen instant of tim...uspended time for her alone.

Why is time suspended? she asked herself. She stared at the frozen expressions around her, seein...ust mote above Chani's head, stopped there.

Waiting.

The answer to this instant came like an explosion in her consciousness: her personal time was suspended to save her life.

She focused on the psychokinesthetic extension of herself, looking within, and was confronted immediately wit...ellular core...it of blackness from which she recoiled.

That is the place where we cannot loo...he thought. There is the place the Reverend Mothers are so reluctant to mentio...he place where onl...wisatz Haderach may look .

This realization returne...mall measure of confidence, and again she ventured to focus on the psychokinesthetic extension, becomin...ote-self that searched within her for danger.

She found it within the drug she had swallowed.

The stuff was dancing particles within her, its motions so rapid that even frozen time could not stop them. Dancing particles. She began recognizing familiar structures, atomic linkages...arbon atom here, helical waverin... ...lucose molecule. An entire chain of molecules confronted her, and she recognize...rotei... ...ethyl-protein configuration.

Ah-h-h!

It wa...oundless mental sigh within her as she saw the nature of the poison.

With her psychokinesthetic probing, she moved into it, shifted an oxygen mote, allowed another carbon mote to link, reattache...inkage of oxyge... . hydrogen.

The change sprea... . faster and faster as the catalyzed reaction opened its surface of contact.

The suspension of time relaxed its hold upon her, and she sensed motion. The tube spout from the sack was touched to her mout...ently, collectin...rop of moisture.

Chani's taking the catalyst from my body to change the poison in that sac...essica thought. Why?

Someone eased her t...itting position. She saw the old Reverend Mother Ramallo being brought to sit beside her on the carpeted ledge...ry hand touched her neck.

And there was another psychokinesthetic mote within her awareness! Jessica tried to reject it, but the mote swept close... . closer.

They touched!

It was like an ultimate simpatico, being two people at once: not telepathy, but mutual awareness.

With the old Reverend Mother!

But Jessica saw that the Reverend Mother didn't think of herself as old. An image unfolded before the mutual mind's eye...oung girl wit...ancing spirit and tender humor.

Within the mutual awareness, the young girl said, "Yes, that is ho...m."

Jessica could only accept the words, not respond to them.

"You'll have it all soon, Jessica," the inward image said.

This is hallucinatio...essica told herself.

"You know better than that," the inward image said. "Swiftly now, do not fight me. There isn't much time. W... . " There cam...ong pause, then; "You should've told us you were pregnant!"

Jessica found the voice that talked within the mutual awareness. "Why?"

"This changes both of you! Holy Mother, what have we done?"

Jessica sense...orced shift in the mutual awareness, saw another mote-presence with the inward eye. The other mote darted wildly here, there, circling. It radiated pure terror.

"You'll have to be strong," the old Reverend Mother's image-presence said. "Be thankful it'...aughter you carry. This would've kille...ale fetus. No... . carefully, gentl... . touch your daughter-presence. Be your daughter-presence. Absorb the fea... . sooth... . use your courage and your strengt... . gently no... . gentl... . "

The other whirling mote swept near, and Jessica compelled herself to touch it.

Terror threatened to overwhelm her.

She fought it the only way she knew: "I shall not fear. Fear is the mind killer —"

The litany brough...emblance of calm. The other mote lay quiescent against her.

Words won't wor...essica told herself.

She reduced herself to basic emotional reactions, radiated love, comfort...arm snuggling of protection.

The terror receded.

Again, the presence of the old Reverend Mother asserted itself, but now there wa...ripling of mutual awarenes...wo active and one that lay quietly absorbing.

"Time compels me," the Reverend Mother said within the awareness. "I have much to give you. An...o not know if your daughter can accept all this while remaining sane. But it must be: the needs of the tribe are paramount."

"Wha.."

"Remain silent and accept!"

Experiences began to unroll before Jessica. It was lik...ecture strip i...ubliminal training projector at the Bene Gesserit schoo... . but faste... . blindingly faster.

Ye... . distinct.

She knew each experience as it happened: there wa...ove...irile, bearded, with the Fremen eyes, and Jessica saw his strength and tenderness, all of him in one blink-moment, through the Reverend Mother's memory.

There was no time now to think of what this might be doing to the daughter fetus, only time to accept and record. The experiences poured in on Jessic...irth, life, deat...mportant matters and unimportant, an outpouring of single-view time.

Why shoul...all of sand fro...lifftop stick in the memory? she asked herself.

Too late, Jessica saw what was happening: the old woman was dying and, in dying, pouring her experiences into Jessica's awareness as water is poured int...up. The other mote faded back into pre-birth awareness as Jessica watched it. And, dying-in-conception, the old Reverend Mother left her life in Jessica's memory with one last sighing blur of words.

"I've bee...ong time waiting for you," she said. "Here is my life."

There it was, encapsuled, all of it.

Even the moment of death.

I am no...everend Mothe...essica realized.

And she knew wit...eneralized awareness that she had become, in truth, precisely what was meant b...ene Gesserit Reverend Mother. The poison drug had transformed her.

This wasn't exactly how they did it at the Bene Gesserit school, she knew. No one had ever introduced her to the mysteries of it, but she knew.

The end result was the same.

Jessica sensed the daughter-mote still touching her inner awareness, probed it without response.

A terrible sense of loneliness crept through Jessica in the realization of what had happened to her. She saw her own life a...attern that had slowed and all life around her speeded up so that the dancing interplay became clearer.

The sensation of mote-awareness faded slightly, its intensity easing as her body relaxed from the threat of the poison, but still she felt that other mote, touching it wit...ense of guilt at what she had allowed to happen to it.

I did it, my poor, unformed, dear little daughter...rought you into this universe and exposed your awareness to all its varieties without any defenses .

......QQ A tiny outflowing of love-comfort, lik...eflection of what she had poured into it, came from the other mote.

Before Jessica could respond, she felt the adab presence of demanding memory. There was something that needed doing. She groped for it, realizing she was being impeded b...uzziness of the changed drug permeating her senses.

I could change tha...he thought...ould take away the drug action and make it harmles...ut she sensed this would be an error. I'm withi...ite of joining .

Then she knew what she had to do.

Jessica opened her eyes, gestured to the watersack now being held above her by Chani.

"It has been blessed," Jessica said. "Mingle the waters, let the change come to all, that the people may partake and share in the blessing."

Let the catalyst do its wor...he thought. Let the people drink of it and have their awareness of each other heightened for awhile. The drug is safe no... . now tha...everend Mother has changed it .

Still, the demanding memory worked on her, thrusting. There was another thing she had to do, she realized, but the drug made it difficult to focus.

Ah-h-h-h-... . the old Reverend Mother .

"I have met the Reverend Mother Ramallo," Jessica said. "She is gone, but she remains. Let her memory be honored in the rite.

Now, where di...et those words? Jessica wondered.

And she realized they came from another memory, the life that had been given to her and now was part of herself. Something about that gift felt incomplete, though.

"Let them have their orgy ," the other-memory said within her. "They've little enough pleasure out of living. Yes, and you an...eed this little time to become acquainted befor...ecede and pour out through your memories. Already...eel myself being tied to bits of you. Ah-h-h, you'v...ind filled with interesting things. So many things I'd never imagined."

And the memory-mind encapsulated within her opened itself to Jessica, permittin...iew dow...ide corridor to other Reverend Mothers until there seemed no end to them.

Jessica recoiled, fearing she would become lost in an ocean of oneness. Still, the corridor remained, revealing to Jessica that the Fremen culture was far older than she had suspected.

There had been Fremen on Poritrin, she saw...eople grown soft with an easy planet, fair game for Imperial raiders to harvest and plant human colonies on Bela Tegeuse and Salusa Secundus.

Oh, the wailing Jessica sensed in that parting.

Far down the corridor, an image-voice screamed: "They denied us the Hajj!"

Jessica saw the slave cribs on Bela Tegeuse down that inner corridor, saw the weeding out and the selecting that spread men to Rossak and Harmonthep. Scenes of brutal ferocity opened to her like the petals o...errible flower. And she saw the thread of the past carried by Sayyadina after Sayyadin...irst by word of mouth, hidden in the sand chanteys, then refined through their own Reverend Mothers with the discovery of the poison drug on Rossa... . and now developed to subtle strengthen Arrakis in the discovery of the Water of Life.

Far down the inner corridor, another voice screamed: "Never to forgive! Never to forget!"

But Jessica's attention was focused on the revelation of the Water of Life, seeing its source: the liquid exhalation o...ying sandworm...aker. And as she saw the killing of it in her new memory, she suppresse...asp.

The creature was drowned!

"Mother, are you all right?"

Paul's voice intruded on her, and Jessica struggled out of the inner awareness to stare up at him, conscious of duty to him, but resenting his presence.

I'm lik...erson whose hands were kept numb, without sensation from the first moment of awarenes...ntil one day the ability to feel is forced into them .

The thought hung in her mind, an enclosing awareness.

An...ay: "Look...ave no hands!" But the people all around me say: "What are hands? "

"Are you all right?" Paul repeated.

"Yes."

"Is this all right for me to drink?" He gestured to the sack in Chani's hands. "They want me to drink it."

She heard the hidden meaning in his words, realized he had detected the poison in the original, unchanged substance, that he was concerned for her. It occurred to Jessica then to wonder about the limits of Paul's prescience. His question revealed much to her.

"You may drink it," she said. "It has been changed." And she looked beyond him to see Stilgar staring down at her, the dark-dark eyes studying.

"Now, we know you cannot be false," he said.

She sensed hidden meaning here, too, but the muzziness of the drug was overpowering her senses. How warm it was and soothing. How beneficent these Fremen to bring her into the fold of such companionship.

Paul saw the drug take hold of his mother.

He searched his memor...he fixed past, the flux-lines of the possible futures. It was like scanning through arrested instants of time, disconcerting to the lens of the inner eye. The fragments were difficult to understand when snatched out of the flux.

This dru...e could assemble knowledge about it, understand what it was doing to his mother, but the knowledge lacke...atural rhythm, lacke...ystem of mutual reflection.

He realized suddenly that it was one thing to see the past occupying the present, but the true test of prescience was to see the past in the future.

Things persisted in not being what they seemed.

"Drink it," Chani said. She waved the hornspout o...atersack under his nose.

Paul straightened, staring at Chani. He felt carnival excitement in the air. He knew what would happen if he drank this spice drug with its quintessence of the substance that brought the change onto him. He would return to the vision of pure time, of time-become-space. It would perch him on the dizzying summit and defy him to understand.

From behind Chani, Stilgar said: "Drink it, lad. You delay the rite."

Paul listened to the crowd then, hearing the wildness in their voice... "Lisan al-Gaib," they said. "Muad'Dib!" He looked down at his mother. She appeared peacefully asleep i...itting positio...er breathing even and deep...hrase out of the future that was his lonely past came into his mind: "She sleeps in the Waters of Life ."

Chani tugged at his sleeve.

Paul took the hornspout into his mouth, hearing the people shout. He felt the liquid gush into his throat as Chani pressed the sack, sensed giddiness in the fumes. Chani removed the spout, handed the sack into hands that reached for it from the floor of the cavern. His eyes focused on her arm, the green band of mourning there.

As she straightened, Chani saw the direction of his gaze, said: "I can mourn him even in the happiness of the waters. This was something he gave us." She put her hand into his, pulling him along the ledge. "We are alike i...hing, Usul: We have each los...ather to the Harkonnens."

Paul followed her. He felt that his head had been separated from his body and restored with odd connections. His legs were remote and rubbery.

They entere...arrow side passage, its walls dimly lighted by spaced-out glowglobes. Paul felt the drug beginning to have its unique effect on him, opening time lik...lower. He found need to steady himself against Chani as they turned through another shadowed tunnel. The mixture of whipcord and softness he felt beneath her robe stirred his blood. The sensation mingled with the work of the drug, folding future and past into the present, leaving him the thinnest margin of trinocular focus.

"I know you, Chani," he whispered. "We've sat upo...edge above the sand whil...oothed your fears. We've caressed in the dark of the sietch. We'v... . " He found himself losing focus, tried to shake his head, stumbled.

Chani steadied him, led him through thick hangings into the yellow warmth o...rivate apartmen...ow tables, cushions...leeping pad beneath an orange spread.

Paul grew aware that they had stopped, that Chani stood facing him, and that her eyes betraye...ook of quiet terror.

"You must tell me," she whispered.

"You are Sihaya," he said, "the desert spring."

"When the tribe shares the Water," she said, "we're togethe...ll of us. W... . share...a... . sense the others with me, but I'm afraid to share with you."

"Why?"

He tried to focus on her, but past and future were merging into the present, blurring her image. He saw her in countless ways and positions and settings.

"There's something frightening in you," she said. "Whe...ook you away from the other... ...id it becaus...ould feel what the others wanted. Yo... . press on people. Yo... . make us see things!"

He forced himself to speak distinctly: "What do you see?"

She looked down at her hands. "I se...hil... . in my arms. It's our child, yours and mine." She pu...and to her mouth. "How ca...now every feature of you?"

They'v...ittle of the talen...is mind told him. But they suppress it because it terrifies .

I...oment of clarity, he saw how Chani was trembling.

"What is it you want to say?" he asked.

"Usul," she whispered, and still she trembled.

"You cannot back into the future," he said.

A profound compassion for her swept through him. He pulled her against him, stroked her head. "Chani, Chani, don't fear."

"Usul, help me," she cried.

As she spoke, he felt the drug complete its work within him, ripping away the curtains to let him see the distant gray turmoil of his future.

"You're so quiet," Chani said.

He held himself poised in the awareness, seeing time stretch out in its weird dimension, delicately balanced yet whirling, narrow yet spread lik...et gathering countless worlds and forces...ightwire that he must walk, ye...eeter-totter on which he balanced.

On one side he could see the Imperium...arkonnen called Feyd-Rautha who flashed toward him lik...eadly blade, the Sardaukar raging off their planet to spread pogrom on Arrakis, the Guild conniving and plotting, the Bene Gesserit with their scheme of selective breeding. They lay massed lik...hunderhead on his horizon, held back by no more than the Fremen and their Muad'Dib, the sleeping giant Fremen poised for their wild crusade across the universe.

Paul felt himself at the center, at the pivot where the whole structure turned, walkin...hin wire of peace wit...easure of happiness, Chani at his side. He could see it stretching ahead of him...ime of relative quiet i...idden sietch...oment of peace between periods of violence.

"There's no other place for peace," he said.

"Usul, you're crying," Chani murmured. "Usul, my strength, do you give moisture to the dead? To whose dead?"

"To ones not yet dead," he said.

"Then let them have their time of life," she said.

He sensed through the drug fog how right she was, pulled her against him with savage pressure. "Sihaya!" he said.

She pu...alm against his cheek, "I'm no longer afraid, Usul. Look at me...ee what you see when you hold me thus."

"What do you see?" he demanded.

"I see us giving love to each other i...ime of quiet between storms. It's what we were meant to do."

The drug had him again and he thought: So many times you've given me comfort and forgetfulnes...e felt anew the hyperillumination with its high-relief imagery of time, sensed his future becoming memorie...he tender indignities of physical love, the sharing and communion of selves, the softness and the violence.

"You're the strong one, Chani," he muttered. "Stay with me."

"Always," she said, and kissed his cheek.

Book Three

THE PROPHET

No woman, no man, no child ever was deeply intimate with my father. The closest anyone ever came to casual camaraderie with the Padishah Emperor was the relationship offered by Count Hasimir Fenring...ompanion from childhood. The measure of Count Fenring's friendship may be seen first i...ositive thing: he allayed the Landsraad's suspicions after the Arrakis Affair. It cost more tha...illion solaris in spice bribes, so my mother said, and there were other gifts as well: slave women, royal honors, and tokens of rank. The second major evidence of the Count's friendship was negative. He refused to kil...an even though it was within his capabilities and my father commanded it...ill relate this presently.

- "Count Fenring...rofile" by the Princess Irulan

The Baron Vladimir Harkonnen raged down the corridor from his private apartments, flitting through patches of late afternoon sunlight that poured down from high windows. He bobbed and twisted in his suspensors with violent movements.

Past the private kitchen he storme...ast the library, past the small reception room and into the servants' antechamber where the evening relaxation already had set in.

The guard captain, Iakin Nefud, squatted o...ivan across the chamber, the stupor of semuta dullness in his flat face, the eerie wailing of semuta music around him. His own court sat near to do his bidding.

" Nefud !" the Baron roared.

Men scrambled.

Nefud stood, his face composed by the narcotic but with an overlay of paleness that told of his fear. The semuta music had stopped.

"My Lord Baron," Nefud said. Only the drug kept the trembling out of his voice.

The Baron scanned the faces around him, seeing the looks of frantic quiet in them. He returned his attention to Nefu...nd spoke i...ilken tone:

"How long have you been my guard captain, Nefud ?"

Nefud swallowed. "Since Arrakis, my Lord. Almost two years."

"And have you always anticipated dangers to my person?"

"Such has been my only desire, my Lord."

"Then where is Feyd-Rautha?" the Baron roared.

Nefud recoiled. "M'Lord?"

"You do not consider Feyd-Rauth...anger to my person?" Again, the voice was silken.

Nefud wet his lips with his tongue. Some of the semuta dullness left his eyes. "Feyd-Rautha's in the slave quarters, my Lord."

"With the women again, eh?" The Baron trembled with the effort of suppressing anger.

"Sire, it could be he'.."

"Silence!"

The Baron advanced another step into the antechamber, noting how the men moved back, clearin...ubtle space around Nefu...issociating themselves from the object of wrath.

"Di...ot command you to know precisely where the na-Baron was at all times?" the Baron asked. He move...tep closer. "Di...ot say to you that you were to know precisely what the na-Baron was saying at all time...nd to whom?" Another step. "Di...ot say to you that you were to tell me whenever he went into the quarters of the slave women?"

Nefud swallowed. Perspiration stood out on his forehead.

The Baron held his voice flat, almost devoid of emphasis: "Di...ot say these things to you?"

Nefud nodded.

"And di...ot say to you that you were to check all slave boys sent to me and that you were to do this yoursel... . personally? "

Again, Nefud nodded.

"Did you, perchance, not see the blemish on the thigh of the one sent me this evening?" the Baron asked. "Is it possible yo.."

"Uncle."

The Baron whirled, stared at Feyd-Rautha standing in the doorway. The presence of his nephew here, no...he look of hurry that the young man could not quite concea...ll revealed much. Feyd-Rautha had his own spy system focused on the Baron.

"There i...ody in my chambers tha...ish removed," the Baron said, and he kept his hand at the projectile weapon beneath his robes, thankful that his shield was the best.

Feyd-Rautha glanced at two guardsmen against the right wall, nodded. The two detached themselves, scurried out the door and down the hall toward the Baron's apartments.

Those two, eh? the Baron thought. Ah, this young monster has much to learn yet about conspiracy!

"I presume you left matters peaceful in the slave quarters, Feyd," the Baron said.

"I've been playing cheops with the slavemaster," Feyd-Rautha said, and he thought: What has gone wrong? The boy we sent to my uncle has obviously been killed. But he was perfect for the job. Even Hawat couldn't have mad...etter choice. The boy was perfect!

"Playing pyramid chess," the Baron said. "How nice. Did you win?"

"... . ah, yes, Uncle." And Feyd-Rautha strove to contain his disquiet.

The Baron snapped his fingers. " Nefu...ou wish to be restored to my good graces?"

"Sire, what hav...one?" Nefud quavered.

"That's unimportant now," the Baron said. "Feyd has beaten the slavemaster at cheops. Did you hear that?"

"Ye... . Sire."

"I wish you to take three men and go to the slavemaster," the Baron said. "Garrote the slavemaster. Bring his body to me when you've finished tha...ay see it was done properly. We cannot have such inept chess players in our employ."

Feyd-Rautha went pale, too...tep forward. "But, Uncle... "

"Later, Feyd," the Baron said, and wave...and. "Later."

The two guards who had gone to the Baron's quarters for the slave boy's body staggered past the antechamber door with their load sagging between them, arms trailing. The Baron watched until they were out of sight.

Nefud stepped up beside the Baron. "You wish me to kill the slavemaster, now, my Lord?"

"Now," the Baron said. "And when you've finished, add those two who just passed to your list...on't like the way they carried that body. One should do such things neatly. I'll wish to see their carcasses, too."

Nefud said, "My Lord, is it anything that I'v.."

"Do as your master has ordered," Feyd-Rautha said. And he thought: Al...an hope for now is to save my own skin .

Good! the Baron thought. He yet knows how to cut his losse...nd the Baron smiled inwardly at himself, thinking: The lad knows, too, what will please me and be most apt to stay my wrath from falling on him. He know...ust preserve him. Who else d...ave who could take the rein...ust leave someday...ave no other as capable. But he must learn! An...ust preserve myself while he's learning .

Nefud signaled men to assist him, led them out the door.

"Would you accompany me to my chambers, Feyd?" the Baron asked.

"I am yours to command," Feyd-Rautha said. He bowed, thinking: I'm caught .

"After you," the Baron said, and he gestured to the door.

Feyd-Rautha indicated his fear by only the barest hesitation. Hav...ailed utterly? he asked himself. Will he sli...oisoned blade into my bac... . slowly, through the shield? Does he have an alternative successor?

Let him experience this moment of terro...he Baron thought as he walked along behind his nephew. He will succeed me, but a...ime of my choosing. I'll not have him throwing away what I've built!

Feyd-Rautha tried not to walk too swiftly. He felt the skin crawling on his back as though his body itself wondered when the blow could come. His muscles alternately tensed and relaxed.

"Have you heard the latest word from Arrakis?" the Baron asked.

"No, Uncle."

Feyd-Rautha forced himself not to look back. He turned down the hall out of the servants' wing.

"They'v...ew prophet or religious leader of some kind among the Fremen," the Baron said. "They call him Muad'Dib. Very funny, really. It means 'the Mouse'. I've told Rabban to let them have their religion. It'll keep them occupied."

"That's very interesting, Uncle," Feyd-Rautha said. He turned into the private corridor to his uncle's quarters, wondering: Why does he talk about religion? Is it some subtle hint to me?

"Yes, isn't it?" the Baron said.

They came into the Baron's apartments through the reception salon to the bedchamber. Subtle signs o...truggle greeted them her... suspensor lamp displaced...edcushion on the floor...oother-reel spilled open acros...edstand.

"It wa...lever plan," the Baron said. He kept his body shield tuned to maximum, stopped, facing his nephew. "But not clever enough. Tell me, Feyd, why didn't you strike me down yourself? You've had opportunity enough."

Feyd-Rautha foun...uspensor chair, accomplishe...ental shrug as he sat down in it without being asked.

I must be bold no...e thought.

"You taught me that my own hands must remain clean," he said.

"Ah, yes," the Baron said. "When you face the Emperor, you must be able to say truthfully that you did not do the deed. The witch at the Emperor's elbow will hear your words and know their truth or falsehood. Yes...arned you about that."

"Why haven't you ever bough...ene Gesserit, Uncle?" Feyd-Rautha asked. "Wit...ruthsayer at your sid.."

"You know my tastes!" the Baron snapped.

Feyd-Rautha studied his uncle, said: "Still, one would be valuable fo.."

"I trust them not!" the Baron snarled. "And stop trying to change the subject!"

Feyd-Rautha spoke mildly; "As you wish, Uncle."

"I remembe...ime in the arena several years ago," the Baron said. "It seemed there that da...lave had been set to kill you. Is that truly how it was?"

"It's been so long ago, Uncle. After all... "

"No evasions, please," the Baron said, and the tightness of his voice exposed the rein on his anger.

Feyd-Rautha looked at his uncle, thinking: He knows, else he wouldn't ask .

"It wa...ham, Uncle...rranged it to discredit your slavemaster."

"Very clever," the Baron said. "Brave, too. That slave-gladiator almost took you, didn't he?"

"Yes."

"If you had finesse and subtlety to match such courage, you'd be truly formidable." The Baron shook his head from side to side. And as he had done many times since that terrible day on Arrakis, he found himself regretting the loss of Piter, the Mentat. There'd bee...an of delicate, devilish subtlety. It hadn't saved him, though. Again, the Baron shook his head. Fate was sometimes inscrutable.

Feyd-Rautha glanced around the bedchamber, studying the signs of the struggle, wondering how his uncle had overcome the slave they'd prepared so carefully.

"How di...est him?" the Baron asked. "Ah-h-h, now, Fey...et me keep some weapons to preserve me in my old age. It's better we use this time to strik...argain."

Feyd-Rautha stared at him...argain! He means to keep me as his heir for certain, then. Else why bargain. One bargains with equals or near equals!

"What bargain, Uncle?" And Feyd-Rautha felt proud that his voice remained calm and reasonable, betraying none of the elation that filled him.

The Baron, too, noted the control. He nodded. "You're good material, Feyd...on't waste good material. You persist, however, in refusing to learn my true value to you. You are obstinate. You do not see wh...hould be preserved as someone of the utmost value to you. Thi... . " He gestured at the evidence of the struggle in the bedchamber. "This was foolishness...o not reward foolishness."

Get to the point, you old fool! Feyd-Rautha thought.

"You think of me as an old fool," the Baron said. "I must dissuade you of that."

"You speak o...argain."

"Ah, the impatience of youth," the Baron said. "Well, this is the substance of it, then: You will cease these foolish attempts on my life. And I, when you are ready for it, will step aside in your favor...ill retire to an advisory position, leaving you in the seat of power."

"Retire, Uncle?"

"You still think me the fool," the Baron said, "and this but confirms it, eh? You think I'm begging you! Step cautiously, Feyd. This old fool saw through the shielded needle you'd planted in that slave boy's thigh. Right where I'd put my hand on it, eh? The smallest pressure an...nick...oison needle in the old fool's palm! Ah-h-h, Fey... . "

The Baron shook his head, thinking: It would've worked, too, if Hawat hadn't warned me. Well, let the lad believ...aw the plot on my own. I...ay...id...as the one who saved Hawat from the wreckage of Arrakis. And this lad needs greater respect for my prowess .

Feyd-Rautha remained silent, struggling, with himself. Is he being truthful? Does he really mean to retire? Why not? I'm sure to succeed him one day i...ove carefully. He can't live forever. Perhaps it was foolish to try hurrying the process.

"You speak o...argain," Feyd-Rautha said. "What pledge do we give to bind it?"

"How can we trust each other, eh?" the Baron asked. "Well, Feyd, as for you: I'm setting Thufir Hawat to watch over you...rust Hawat's Mentat capabilities in this. Do you understand me? And as for me, you'll have to take me on faith. Bu...an't live forever, can I, Feyd? And perhaps you should begin to suspect now that there're thing...now which you should know."

"I give you my pledge and what do you give me?" Feyd-Rautha asked.

"I let you go on living," the Baron said.

Again, Feyd-Rautha studied his uncle. He sets Hawat over me! What would he say i...old him Hawat planned the trick with the gladiator that cost him his slavemaster? He'd likely sa...as lying in the attempt to discredit Hawat. No, the good Thufir i...entat and has anticipated this moment .

"Well, what do you say?" the Baron asked.

"What ca...ay...ccept, of course."

And Feyd-Rautha thought: Hawat! He plays both ends against the middl... . is that it? Has he moved to my uncle's camp becaus...idn't counsel with him over the slave boy attempt?

"You haven't said anything about my setting Hawat to watch you," the Baron said.

Feyd-Rautha betrayed anger b...laring of nostrils. The name of Hawat had bee...anger signal in the Harkonnen family for so many year... . and now it ha...ew meaning: still dangerous.

"Hawat'...angerous toy," Feyd-Rautha said.

"Toy! Don't be stupid...now wha...ave in Hawat and how to control it. Hawat has deep emotions, Feyd. The man without emotions is the one to fear. But deep emotion... . ah, now, those can be bent to your needs."

"Uncle...on't understand you."

"Yes, that's plain enough."

Onl...licker of eyelids betrayed the passage of resentment through Feyd-Rautha.

"And you do not understand Hawat," the Baron said.

Nor do you! Feyd-Rautha thought.

"Who does Hawat blame for his present circumstances?" the Baron asked. "Me? Certainly. But he was an Atreides tool and bested me for years until the Imperium too...and. That's how he sees it. His hate for me i...asual thing now. He believes he can best me any time. Believing this, he is bested. Fo...irect his attention wher...ant i...gainst the Imperium."

Tensions o...ew understanding drew tight lines across Feyd-Rautha's forehead, thinned his mouth. "Against the Emperor?"

Let my dear nephew try the taste of tha...he Baron thought. Let him say to himself: "The Emperor Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen!" Let him ask himself how much that's worth. Surely it must be worth the life of one old uncle who could make that dream come to pass!

Slowly, Feyd-Rautha wet his lips with his tongue. Could it be true what the old fool was saying? There was more here than there seemed to be.

"And what has Hawat to do with this?" Feyd-Rautha asked.

"He thinks he uses us to wreak his revenge upon the Emperor."

"And when that's accomplished?"

"He does not think beyond his revenge. Hawat'...an who must serve others, and doesn't even know this about himself."

"I've learned much from Hawat," Feyd-Rautha agreed, and felt the truth of the words as he spoke them. "But the mor...earn, the mor...eel we should dispose of hi... . and soon."

"You don't like the idea of his watching you?"

"Hawat watches everybody."

"And he may put you o...hrone. Hawat is subtle. He is dangerous, devious. But I'll not yet withhold the antidote from him...word is dangerous, too, Feyd. We have the scabbard for this one, though. The poison's in him. When we withdraw the antidote, death will sheathe him."

"I...ay, it's like the arena," Feyd-Rautha said. "Feints within feints within feints. You watch to see which way the gladiator leans, which way he looks, how he holds his knife."

He nodded to himself, seeing that these words pleased his uncle, but thinking: Yes! Like the arena! And the cutting edge is the mind!

"Now you see how you need me," the Baron said. "I'm yet of use, Feyd."

A sword to be wielded until he's too blunt for us...eyd-Rautha thought.

"Yes, Uncle, "he said.

"And now," the Baron said, "we will go down to the slave quarters, we two. An...ill watch while you, with your own hands, kill all the women in the pleasure wing."

"Uncle!"

"There will be other women, Feyd. Bu...ave said that you do not mak...istake casually with me."

Feyd-Rautha's face darkened. "Uncle, yo.."

"You will accept your punishment and learn something from it," the Baron said.

Feyd-Rautha met the gloating stare in his uncle's eyes. An...ust remember this nigh...e thought. And remembering it...ust remember other nights .

"You will not refuse," the Baron said.

What could you do i...efused, old man? Feyd-Rautha asked himself. But he knew there might be some other punishment, perhap...ore subtle one...ore brutal lever to bend him.

"I know you, Feyd," the Baron said. "You will not refuse."

All righ...eyd-Rautha thought...eed you now...ee that. The bargain's made. But I'll not always need you. An... . someda... .

Deep in the human unconscious i...ervasive need fo...ogical universe that makes sense. But the real universe is always one step beyond logic.

- from "The Sayings of Muad'Dib" by the Princess Irulan

I've sat across from many rulers of Great Houses, but never see...ore gross and dangerous pig than this on...hufir Hawat told himself.

"You may speak plainly with me, Hawat," the Baron rumbled. He leaned back in his suspensor chair, the eyes in their folds of fat boring into Hawat.

The old Mentat looked down at the table between him and the Baron Vladimir Harkonnen, noting the opulence of its grain. Even this wa...actor to consider in assessing the Baron, as were the red walls of this private conference room and the faint sweet herb scent that hung on the air, maskin...eeper musk.

"You didn't have me send that warning to Rabban as an idle whim," the Baron said.

Hawat's leathery old face remained impassive, betraying none of the loathing he felt. "I suspect many things, my Lord," he said.

"Yes. Well...ish to know how Arrakis figures in your suspicions about Salusa Secundus. It is not enough that you say to me the Emperor is i...erment about some association between Arrakis and his mysterious prison planet. Now...ushed the warning out to Rabban only because the courier had to leave on that Heighliner. You said there could be no delay. Well and good. But no...ill have an explanation."

He babbles too muc...awat thought. He's not like Leto who could tell m...hing with the lift of an eyebrow or the wave o...and. Nor like the Old Duke who could express an entire sentence in the way he accente...ingle word. This i...lod! Destroying him will b...ervice to mankind .

"You will not leave here until I've ha...ull and complete explanation," the Baron said.

"You speak too casually of Salusa Secundus," Hawat said.

"It'...enal colony," the Baron said. "The worst riff-raff in the galaxy are sent to Salusa Secundus. What else do we need to know?"

"That conditions on the prison planet are more oppressive than anywhere else," Hawat said. "You hear that the mortality rate among new prisoners is higher than sixty per cent. You hear that the Emperor practices every form of oppression there. You hear all this and do not ask questions?"

"The Emperor doesn't permit the Great Houses to inspect his prison," the Baron growled. "But he hasn't seen into my dungeons, either."

"And curiosity about Salusa Secundus i... . a... . " Hawat pu...ony finger to his lips. "... discouraged."

"So he's not proud of some of the things he must do there!"

Hawat allowed the faintest of smiles to touch his dark lips. His eyes glinted in the glowtube light as he stared at the Baron. " And you've never wondered where the Emperor gets his Sardaukar?"

The Baron pursed his fat lips. This gave his features the look o...outing baby, and his voice carrie...one of petulance as he said: "Wh... . he recruit... . that is to say, there are the levies and he enlists fro.."

"Faaa!" Hawat snapped. "The stories you hear about the exploits of the Sardaukar, they're not rumors, are they? Those are first-hand accounts from the limited number of survivors who've fought against the Sardaukar, eh?"

"The Sardaukar are excellent fighting men, no doubt of it," the Baron said. "Bu...hink my own legion.."

"A pack of holiday excursionists by comparison!" Hawat snarled. "You thin...on't know why the Emperor turned against House Atreides?"

"This is no...ealm open to your speculation," the Baron warned.

Is it possible that even he doesn't know what motivated the Emperor in this? Hawat asked himself.

"Any area is open to my speculation if it does what you've hired me to do," Hawat said. "I a...entat. You do not withhold information or computation lines fro...entat."

Fo...ong minute, the Baron stared at him, then: "Say what you must say. Mentat."

"The Padishah Emperor turned against House Atreides because the Duke's Warmasters Gurney Halleck and Duncan Idaho had traine...ighting forc... small fighting forc...o withi...air as good as the Sardaukar. Some of them were even better. And the Duke was i...osition to enlarge his force, to make it every bit as strong as the Emperor's."

The Baron weighed this disclosure, then: "What has Arrakis to do with this?"

"It provide...ool of recruits already conditioned to the bitterest survival training."

The Baron shook his head. "You cannot mean the Fremen?"

"I mean the Fremen."

"Hah! Then why warn Rabban? There cannot be more tha...andful of Fremen left after the Sardaukar pogrom and Rabban's oppression."

Hawat continued to stare at him silently.

"Not more tha...andful!" the baron repeated. "Rabban killed six thousand of them last year alone!"

Still, Hawat stared at him.

"And the year before it was nine thousand," the baron said. "And before they left, the Sardaukar must've accounted for at least twenty thousand."

"What are Rabban's troop losses for the past two years?" Hawat asked.

The Baron rubbed his jowls. "Well, he has been recruiting rather heavily, to be sure. His agents make rather extravagant promises an.."

"Shall we say thirty thousand in round numbers?" Hawat asked.

"That would see...ittle high," the baron said.

"Quite the contrary," Hawat said. "I can read between the lines of Rabban's reports as well as you can. And you certainly must've understood my reports from our agents."

......QQ "Arrakis i...ierce planet," the Baron said. "Storm losses ca.."

"We both know the figure for storm accretion," Hawat said.

"What if he has lost thirty thousand?" the Baron demanded, and blood darkened his face.

"By your own count," Hawat said, "he killed fifteen thousand over two years while losing twice that number. You say the Sardaukar accounted for another twenty thousand, possibl...ew more. And I've seen the transportation manifests for their return from Arrakis. If they killed twenty thousand, they lost almost five for one. Why won't you face these figures, Baron, and understand what they mean?"

The Baron spoke i...oldly measured cadence: "This is your job, Mentat. What do they mean?"

"I gave you Duncan Idaho's head count on the sietch he visited," Hawat said. "It all fits. If they had just two hundred and fifty such sietch communities, their population would be about five million. My best estimate is that they had at least twice that many communities. You scatter your population on suc...lanet."

"Ten million?" The Baron's jowls quivered with amazement.

"At least."

The Baron pursed his fat lips. The beady eyes stared without wavering at Hawat. Is this true Mentat computation? he wondered. How could this be and no one suspect?

"We haven't even cut heavily into their birth-rate-growth figure," Hawat said. "We've just weeded out some of their less successful specimens, leaving the strong to grow stronge...ust like on Salusa Secundus."

"Salusa Secundus!" the Baron barked. "What has this to do with the Emperor's prison planet?"

"A man who survives Salusa Secundus starts out being tougher than most others," Hawat said. "When you add the very best of military trainin.."

"Nonsense! By your argument...ould recruit from among the Fremen after the way they've been oppressed by my nephew."

Hawat spoke i...ild voice: "Don't you oppress any of your troops?"

"Wel... ... ...u.."

"Oppression i...elative thing," Hawat said. "Your fighting men are much better off than those around them, heh? They see unpleasant alternative to being soldiers of the Baron, heh?"

The Baron fell silent, eyes unfocused. The possibilitie...ad Rabban unwittingly given House Harkonnen its ultimate weapon?

Presently he said: "How could you be sure of the loyalty of such recruits?"

"I would take them in small groups, not larger than platoon strength," Hawat said. "I'd remove them from their oppressive situation and isolate them wit...raining cadre of people who understood their background, preferably people who had preceded them from the same oppressive situation. Then I'd fill them with the mystique that their planet had really bee...ecret training ground to produce just such superior beings as themselves. And all the while, I'd show them what such superior beings could earn: rich living, beautiful women, fine mansion... . whatever they desired."

The Baron began to nod. "The way the Sardaukar live at home."

"The recruits come to believe in time that suc...lace as Salusa Secundus is justified because it produced the...he elite. The commonest Sardaukar trooper live...ife, in many respects, as exalted as that of any member o...reat House."

"Such an idea!" the Baron whispered.

"You begin to share my suspicions," Hawat said.

"Where did suc...hing start?" the Baron asked.

"Ah, yes: Where did House Corrino originate? Were there people on Salusa Secundus before the Emperor sent his first contingents of prisoners there? Even the Duke Leto...ousin on the distaff side, never knew for sure. Such questions are not encouraged."

The Baron's eyes glazed with thought. "Yes...ery carefully kept secret. They'd use every device o.."

"Besides, what's there to conceal?" Hawat asked. "That the Padishah Emperor ha...rison planet? Everyone knows this. That he ha.."

"Count Fenring!" the Baron blurted.

Hawat broke off, studied the Baron wit...uzzled frown. "What of Count Fenring?"

"At my nephew's birthday several years ago," the Baron said. "This Imperial popinjay. Count Fenring, came as official observer and t... . ah, conclud...usiness arrangement between the Emperor and myself."

"So?"

"... . ah, during one of our conversations...eliev...aid something about makin...rison planet of Arrakis. Fenrin.."

"What did you say exactly?" Hawat asked.

"Exactly? That was quit...hile ago an.."

"My Lord Baron, if you wish to make the best use of my services, you must give me adequate information. Wasn't this conversation recorded?"

The Baron's face darkened with anger. "You're as bad as Piter...on't like thes.."

"Piter is no longer with you my Lord," Hawat said. "As to that, whatever did happen to Piter?"

"He became too familiar, too demanding of me," the Baron said.

"You assure me you don't wast...seful man," Hawat said. "Will you waste me by threats and quibbling? We were discussing what you said to Count Fenring."

Slowly, the Baron composed his features. When the time come...e thought, I'll remember his manner with me. Yes...ill remember .

"One moment," the Baron said, and he thought back to the meeting in his great hall. It helped to visualize the cone of silence in which they had stood. "I said something like this," the Baron said. "The Emperor know...ertain amount of killing has always been an arm of business.'...as referring to our work force losses. The...aid something about considering another solution to the Arrakeen problem an...aid the Emperor's prison planet inspired me to emulate him."

"Witch blood!" Hawat snapped. "What did Fenring say?"

"That's when he began questioning me about you."

Hawat sat back, closed his eyes in thought. "So that's why they started looking into Arrakis," he said. "Well, the thing's done." He opened his eyes. "They must have spies all over Arrakis by now. Two years!"

"But certainly my innocent suggestion tha.."

"Nothing is innocent in an Emperor's eyes! What were your instructions to Rabban?"

"Merely that he should teach Arrakis to fear us."

Hawat shook his head. "You now have two alternatives, Baron. You can kill off the natives, wipe them out entirely, o.."

"Waste an entire work force?"

"Would you prefer to have the Emperor and those Great Houses he can still swing behind him come in here and perfor...urettement, scrape out Giedi Prime lik...ollow gourd?"

The Baron studied his Mentat, then: "He wouldn't dare!"

"Wouldn't he?"

The Baron's lips quivered. "What is your alternative?"

"Abandon your dear nephew, Rabban."

"Aban... . " The Baron broke off, stared at Hawat.

"Send him no more troops, no aid of any kind. Don't answer his messages other than to say you've heard of the terrible way he's handled things on Arrakis and you intend to take corrective measures as soon as you're able. I'll arrange to have some of your messages intercepted by Imperial spies."

"But what of the spice, the revenues, th.."

"Demand your baronial profits, but be careful how you make your demands. Require fixed sums of Rabban. We ca.."

The Baron turned his hands palms up. "But how ca...e certain that my weasel nephew isn'.."

"We still have our spies on Arrakis. Tell Rabban he either meets the spice quotas you set him or he'll be replaced."

"I know my nephew," the Baron said. "This would only make him oppress the population even more."

"Of course he will!" Hawat snapped. "You don't want that stopped now! You merely want your own hands clean. Let Rabban make your Salusa Secundus for you. There's no need even to send him any prisoners. He has all the population required. If Rabban is driving his people to meet your spice quotas, then the Emperor need suspect no other motive. That's reason enough for putting the planet on the rack. And you, Baron, will not show by word or action that there's any other reason for this."

The Baron could not keep the sly tone of admiration out of his voice. "Ah, Hawat, you ar...evious one. Now, how do we move into Arrakis and make use of what Rabban prepares?"

"That's the simplest thing of all, Baron. If you set each year's quot...it higher than the one before, matters will soon reac...ead there. Production will drop off. You can remove Rabban and take over yoursel... . to correct the mess."

"It fits," the Baron said. "Bu...an feel myself tiring of all this. I'm preparing another to take over Arrakis for me."

Hawat studied the fat round face across from him. Slowly the old soldier-spy began to nod his head. "Feyd-Rautha," he said. "So that's the reason for the oppression now. You're very devious yourself, Baron. Perhaps we can incorporate these two schemes. Yes. Your Feyd-Rautha can go to Arrakis as their savior. He can win the populace. Yes."

The Baron smiled. And behind his smile, he asked himself: Now, how does this fit in with Hawat's personal scheming?

And Hawat, seeing that he was dismissed, arose and left the red-walled room. As he walked, he could not put down the disturbing unknowns that cropped into every computation about Arrakis. This new religious leader that Gurney Halleck hinted at from his hiding place among the smugglers, this Muad'Dib.

Perhap...hould not have told the Baron to let this religion flourish where it will, even among the folk of pan and grabe...e told himself. But it's well known that repression make...eligion flourish .

And he thought about Halleck's reports on Fremen battle tactics. The tactics smacked of Halleck himsel... . and Idah... . and even of Hawat.

Did Idaho survive? he asked himself.

But this wa...utile question. He did not yet ask himself if it was possible that Paul had survived. He knew the Baron was convinced that all Atreides were dead. The Bene Gesserit witch had been his weapon, the Baron admitted. And that could only mean an end to al...ven to the woman's own son.

Wha...oisonous hate she must've had for the Atreide...e thought. Something like the hat...old for this Baron. Will my blow be as final and complete as hers?

There is in all thing...attern that is part of our universe. It has symmetry, elegance, and grace  - those qualities you find always in that which the true artist captures. You can find it in the turning of the seasons, in the way sand trails alon...idge, in the branch clusters of the creosote bush or the pattern of its leaves. We try to copy these patterns in our lives and our society, seeking the rhythms, the dances, the forms that comfort. Yet, it is possible to see peril in the finding of ultimate perfection. It is clear that the ultimate pattern contains its own fixity. In such perfection, all things move toward death.

- from "The Collected Sayings of Muad'Dib" by the Princess Irulan

Paul-Muad'Dib remembered that there had bee...eal heavy with spice essence. He clung to this memory because it was an anchor point and he could tell himself from this vantage that his immediate experience must b...ream.

I a...heater of processe...e told himself......rey to the imperfect vision, to the race consciousness and its terrible purpose .

Yet, he could not escape the fear that he had somehow overrun himself, lost his position in time, so that past and future and present mingled without distinction. It wa...ind of visual fatigue and it came, he knew, from the constant necessity of holding the prescient future a...ind of memory that was in itsel...hing intrinsically of the past.

Chani prepared the meal for m...e told himself.

Yet Chani was deep in the sout...n the cold country where the sun was ho...ecreted in one of the new sietch strongholds, safe with their son, Leto II.

Or, was tha...hing yet to happen?

No, he reassured himself, for Alia-the-Strange-One, his sister, had gone there with his mother and with Chan... twenty-thumper trip into the south, ridin...everend Mother's palanquin fixed to the back o...ild maker.

He shied away from thought of riding the giant worms, asking himself: Or is Alia yet to be born?

I was on razzi...aul recalled. We went raiding to recover the water of our dead in Arrakeen. An...ound the remains of my father in the funeral pyre...nshrined the skull of my father i...remen rock mound overlooking Harg Pass.

Or was tha...hing yet to be?

My wounds are rea...aul told himself. My scars are real. The shrine of my father's skull is real .

Still in the dreamlike state, Paul remembered that Harah, Jamis' wife, had intruded on him once to say there'd bee...ight in the sietch corridor. That had been the interim sietch before the women and children had been sent into the deep south. Harah had stood there in the entrance to the inner chamber, the black wings of her hair tied back by water rings o...hain. She had held aside the chamber's hangings and told him that Chani had just killed someone.

This happene...aul told himself. This was real, not born out of its time and subject to change .

Paul remembered he had rushed out to find Chani standing beneath the yellow globes of the corridor, clad i...rilliant blue wraparound robe with hood thrown back...lush of exertion on her elfin features. She had been sheathing her crysknife...uddled group had been hurrying away down the corridor wit...urden.

And Paul remembered telling himself: You always know when they're carryin...ody.

Chani's water rings, worn openly in sietch o...ord around her neck, tinkled as she turned toward him.

"Chani, what is this?" he asked.

"I dispatched one who came to challenge you in single combat, Usul."

"You killed him?"

"Yes. But perhap...hould've left him for Harah."

(And Paul recalled how the faces of the people around them had showed appreciation for these words. Even Harah had laughed.)

"But he came to challenge me! "

"You trained me yourself in the weirding way, Usul."

"Certainly! But you shouldn'.."

"I was born in the desert, Usul...now how to us...rysknife."

He suppressed his anger, tried to talk reasonably. "This may all be true, Chani, bu.."

"I am no longe...hild hunting scorpions in the sietch by the light o...andglobe, Usul...o not play games."

Paul glared at her, caught by the odd ferocity beneath her casual attitude.

"He was not worthy, Usul," Chani said. "I'd not disturb your meditations with the likes of him." She moved closer, looking at him out of the corners of her eyes, dropping her voice so that only he might hear. "And, beloved, when it's learned tha...hallenger may face me and be brought to shameful death by Muad'Dib's woman, there'll be fewer challengers."

Ye...aul told himself, that had certainly happened. It was true-past. And the number of challengers testing the new blade of Muad'Dib did drop dramatically .

Somewhere, i...orld not-of-the-dream, there wa...int of motion, the cry o...ightbird.

I drea...aul reassured himself. It's the spice meal .

Still, there was about hi...eeling of abandonment. He wondered it if might be possible that his ruh-spirit had slipped over somehow into the world where the Fremen believed he had his true existenc...nto the alam al-mithal, the world of similitudes, that metaphysical realm where all physical limitations were removed. And he knew fear at the thought of suc...lace, because removal of all limitations meant removal of all points of reference. In the landscape o...yth he could not orient himself and say: "I a...ecaus...m here."

His mother had said once: "The people are divided, some of them, in how they think of you."

I must be waking from the drea...aul told himself. For this had happene...hese words from his mother, the Lady Jessica who was no...everend Mother of the Fremen, these words had passed through reality.

Jessica was fearful of the religious relationship between himself and the Fremen, Paul knew. She didn't like the fact that people of both sietch and graben referred to Muad'Dib as Hi...nd she went questioning among the tribes, sending out her Sayyadina spies, collecting their answers and brooding on them.

She had quote...ene Gesserit proverb to him: "When religion and politics travel in the same cart, the riders believe nothing can stand in their way. Their movement become headlon...aster and faster and faster. They put aside all thought of obstacles and forget tha...recipice does not show itself to the man i...lind rush until it's too late."

Paul recalled that he had sat there in his mother's quarters, in the inner chamber shrouded by dark hangings with their surfaces covered by woven patterns out of Fremen mythology. He had sat there, hearing her out, noting the way she was always observin...ven when her eyes were lowered. Her oval face had new lines in it at the corners of the mouth, but the hair was still like polished bronze. The wide-set green eyes, though, hid beneath their over-casting of spice-imbued blue.

"The Fremen hav...imple, practical religion," he said.

"Nothing about religion is simple," she warned.

But Paul, seeing the clouded future that still hung over them, found himself swayed by anger. He could only say: "Religion unifies our forces. It's our mystique."

"You deliberately cultivate this air, this bravura," she charged. "You never cease indoctrinating."

"Thus you yourself taught me," he said.

But she had been full of contentions and arguments that day. It had been the day of the circumcision ceremony for little Leto. Paul had understood some of the reasons for her upset. She had never accepted his liaiso...he "marriage of youth" QQQ...ith Chani. But Chani had produced an Atreides son, and Jessica had found herself unable to reject the child with the mother.

Jessica had stirred finally under his stare, said: "You think me an unnatural mother."

"Of course not."

"I see the way you watch me when I'm with your sister. You don't understand about your sister."

"I know why Alia is different," he said. "She was unborn, part of you, when you changed the Water of Life. Sh.."

"You know nothing of it!"

And Paul, suddenly unable to express the knowledge gained out of its time, said only: "I don't think you unnatural."

She saw his distress, said: "There i...hing, Son."

"Yes?"

"I do love your Chani...ccept her."

This was real, Paul told himself. This wasn't the imperfect vision to be changed by the twistings out of time's own birth.

The reassurance gave hi...ew hold on his world. Bits of solid reality began to dip through the dream state into his awareness. He knew suddenly that he was i...iereg...esert camp. Chani had planted their stilltent on flour-sand for its softness. That could only mean Chani was near b...hani, his soul, Chani his Sihaya, sweet as the desert spring, Chani up from the palmaries of the deep south.

Now, he remembered her singin...and chanty to him in the time for sleep.

"O my soul,

Have no taste for Paradise this night,

An...wear by Shai-hulud

You will go there,

Obedient to my love."

And she had sung the walking song lovers shared on the sand, its rhythm like the drag of the dunes against the feet:

"Tell me of thine eyes

An...ill tell thee of thy heart.

Tell me of thy feet

An...ill tell thee of thy hands.

Tell me of thy sleeping

An...ill tell thee of thy waking.

Tell me of thy desires

An...ill tell thee of thy need."

He had heard someone strummin...aliset in another tent. And he'd thought then of Gurney Halleck. Reminded by the familiar instrument, he had thought of Gurney whose face he had seen i...muggler band, but who had not seen him, could not see him or know of him lest that inadvertently lead the Harkonnens to the son of the Duke they had killed.

But the style of the player in the night, the distinctiveness of the fingers on the baliset's strings, brought the real musician back to Paul's memory. It had been Chatt the Leaper, captain of the Fedaykin, leader of the death commandos who guarded Muad'Dib.

We are in the deser...aul remembered. We are in the central erg beyond the Harkonnen patrols...m here to walk the sand, to lur...aker and mount him by my own cunning tha...ay b...remen entire .

He felt now the maula pistol at his belt, the crysknife. He felt the silence surrounding him.

It was that special pre-morning silence when the nightbirds had gone and the day creatures had not yet signaled their alertness to their enemy, the sun.

"You must ride the sand in the light of day that Shai-hulud shall see and know you have no fear," Stilgar had said. "Thus we turn our time around and set ourselves to sleep this night."

Quietly, Paul sat up, feeling the looseness o...lacked stillsuit around his body, the shadowed stilltent beyond. So softly he moved, yet Chani heard him.

She spoke from the tent's gloom, another shadow there: "It's not yet full light, beloved."

"Sihaya," he said, speaking with hal...augh in his voice.

"You call me your desert spring," she said, "but this day I'm thy goad...m the Sayyadina who watches that the rites be obeyed."

He began tightening his stillsuit. "You told me once the words of the Kitab al-Ibar," he said. "You told me: 'Woman is thy field; go then to thy field and till it.' "

"I am the mother of thy firstborn," she agreed.

He saw her in the grayness matching him movement for movement, securing her stillsuit for the open desert. "You should get all the rest you can," she said.

He recognized her love for him speaking then and chided her gently: "The Sayyadina of the Watch does not caution or warn the candidate."

She slid across to his side, touched his cheek with her palm. "Today...m both the watcher and the woman."

"You should've left this duty to another," he said.

"Waiting is bad enough at best," she said. "I'd sooner be at thy side."

He kissed her palm before securing the faceflap of his suit, then turned and cracked the seal of the tent. The air that came in to them held the chill not-quite-dryness that would precipitate trace dew in the dawn. With it came the smell o...re-spice mass, the mass they had detected off to the northeast, and that told them there would b...aker near by.

Paul crawled through the sphincter opening, stood on the sand and stretched the sleep from his muscles...aint green-pearl luminescence etched the eastern horizon. The tents of his troop were small false dunes around him in the gloom. He saw movement off to the lef...he guard, and knew they had seen him.

They knew the peril he faced this day. Each Fremen had faced it. They gave him this last few moments of isolation now that he might prepare himself.

It must be done toda...e told himself.

He thought of the power he wielded in the face of the pogro...he old men who sent their sons to him to be trained in the weirding way of battle, the old men who listened to him now in council and followed his plans, the men who returned to pay him that highest Fremen compliment: "Your plan worked, Muad'Dib."

Yet the meanest and smallest of the Fremen warriors could d...hing that he had never done. And Paul knew his leadership suffered from the omnipresent knowledge of this difference between them.

He had not ridden the maker.

Oh, he'd gone up with the others for training trips and raids, but he had not made his own voyage. Until he did, his world was bounded by the abilities of others. No true Fremen could permit this. Until he did this thing himself, even the great southland...he area some twenty thumpers beyond the er...ere denied him unless he ordere...alanquin and rode lik...everend Mother or one of the sick and wounded.

Memory returned to him of his wrestling with his inner awareness during the night. He sa...trange parallel her...f he mastered the maker, his rule was strengthened; if he mastered the inward eye, this carried its own measure of command. But beyond them both lay the clouded area, the Great Unrest where all the universe seemed embroiled.

The differences in the ways he comprehended the universe haunted hi...ccuracy matched with inaccuracy. He saw it in situ. Yet, when it was born, when it came into the pressures of reality, the now had its own life and grew with its own subtle differences. Terrible purpose remained. Race consciousness remained. And over all loomed the jihad, bloody and wild.

Chani joined him outside the tent, hugging her elbows, looking up at him from the corners of her eyes the way she did when she studied his mood.

"Tell me again about the waters of thy birthworld, Usul," she said.

He saw that she was trying to distract him, ease his mind of tensions before the deadly test. It was growing lighter, and he noted that some of his Fedaykin were already striking their tents.

"I'd rather you told me about the sietch and about our son," he said. "Does our Leto yet hold my mother in his palm?"

"It's Alia he holds as well," she said. "And he grows rapidly. He'll b...ig man."

"What's it like in the south?" he asked.

"When you ride the maker you'll see for yourself," she said.

"Bu...ish to see it first through your eyes."

"It's powerfully lonely," she said.

He touched the nezhoni scarf at her forehead where it protruded from her stillsuit cap. "Why will you not talk about the sietch?"

"I have talked about it. The sietch i...onely place without our men. It'...lace of work. We labor in the factories and the potting rooms. There are weapons to be made, poles to plant that we may forecast the weather, spice to collect for the bribes. There are dunes to be planted to make them grow and to anchor them. There are fabrics and rugs to make, fuel cells to charge. There are children to train that the tribe's strength may never be lost."

"Is nothing then pleasant in the sietch?" he asked.

"The children are pleasant. We observe the rites. We have sufficient food. Sometimes one of us may come north to be with her man. Life must go on."

"My sister, Ali...s she accepted yet by the people?"

Chani turned toward him in the growing dawnlight. Her eyes bored into him. "It'...hing to be discussed another time, beloved."

"Let us discuss it now."

"You should conserve your energies for the test," she said.

He saw that he had touched something sensitive, hearing the withdrawal in her voice. "The unknown brings its own worries," he said.

Presently she nodded, said, "There is ye... . misunderstanding because of Alia's strangeness. The women are fearful becaus...hild little more than an infant talk... . of things that only an adult should know. They do not understand th... . change in the womb that made Ali... . different."

"There is trouble?" he asked. And he thought: I've seen visions of trouble over Alia .

Chani looked toward the growing line of the sunrise. "Some of the women banded to appeal to the Reverend Mother. They demanded she exorcise the demon in her daughter. They quoted the scripture: 'Suffer no...itch to live among us.' "

"And what did my mother say to them?"

"She recited the law and sent the women away abashed. She said: 'If Alia incites trouble, it is the fault of authority for not foreseeing and preventing the trouble.' And she tried to explain how the change had worked on Alia in the womb. But the women were angry because they had been embarrassed. They went away muttering."

There will be trouble because of Ali...e thought.

A crystal blowing of sand touched the exposed portions of his face, bringing the scent of the pre-spice mass. "El Sayal, the rain of sand that brings the morning," he said.

He looked out across the gray light of the desert landscape, the landscape beyond pity, the sand that was form absorbed in itself. Dry lightning streake...ark corner to the sout...ign tha...torm had built up its static charge there. The roll of thunder boomed long after.

"The voice that beautifies the land," Chani said.

More of his men were stirring out of their tents. Guards were coming in from the rims. Everything around him moved smoothly in the ancient routine that required no orders.

"Give as few orders as possible," his father had told hi... . onc... . long ago. "Once you've given orders o...ubject, you must always give orders on that subject."

The Fremen knew this rule instinctively.

The troop's watermaster began the morning chanty, adding to it now the call for the rite to initiat...andrider.

"The world i...arcass," the man chanted, his voice wailing across the dunes. "Who can turn away the Angel of Death? What Shai-hulud has decreed must be."

Paul listened, recognizing that these were the words that also began the death chant of his Fedaykin, the words the death commandos recited as they buried themselves into battle.

Will there b...ock shrine here this day to mark the passing of another soul? Paul asked himself. Will Fremen stop here in the future, each to add another stone and think on Muad'Dib who died in this place?

He knew this was among the alternatives today...act along lines of the future radiating from this position in time-space. The imperfect vision plagued him. The more he resisted his terrible purpose and fought against the coming of the jihad, the greater the turmoil that wove through his prescience. His entire future was becoming lik...iver hurtling towar...has...he violent nexus beyond which all was fog and clouds.

"Stilgar approaches," Chani said. "I must stand apart now, beloved. Now...ust be Sayyadina and observe the rite that it may be reported truly in the Chronicles." She looked up at him and, fo...oment, her reserve slipped, then she had herself under control. "When this is past...hall prepare thy breakfast with my own hands," she said. She turned away.

Stilgar moved toward him across the flour sand, stirring up little dust puddles. The dark niches of his eyes remained steady on Paul with their untamed stare. The glimpse of black beard above the stillsuit mask, the lines of craggy cheeks, could have been wind-etched from the native rock for all their movement.

The man carried Paul's banner on its staf...he green and black banner wit...ater tube in the staf...hat already wa...egend in the land. Half pridefully, Paul thought...annot do the simplest thing without its becomin...egend. They will mark ho...arted from Chani, ho...reet Stilga...very mov...ake this day. Live or die, it i...egend...ust not die. Then it will be only legend and nothing to stop the jihad .

Stilgar planted the staff in the sand beside Paul, dropped his hands to his sides. The blue-within-blue eyes remained level and intent. And Paul thought how his own eyes already were assuming this mask of color from the spice.

"They denied us the Hajj," Stilgar said with ritual solemnity.

As Chani had taught him, Paul responded: "Who can den...remen the right to walk or ride where he wills?"

"I a...aib," Stilgar said, "never to be taken alive......eg of the death tripod that will destroy our foes."

Silence settled over them.

Paul glanced at the other Fremen scattered over the sand beyond Stilgar, the way they stood without moving for this moment of personal prayer. And he thought of how the Fremen wer...eople whose living consisted of killing, an entire people who had lived with rage and grief all of their days, never once considering what might take the place of eithe...xcept fo...ream with which Liet-Kynes had infused them before his death.

"Where is the Lord who led us through the land of desert and of pits?" Stilgar asked.

"He is ever with us," the Fremen chanted.

Stilgar squared his shoulders, stepped closer to Paul and lowered his voice. "Now, remember wha...old you. Do it simply and directl...othing fancy. Among our people, we ride the maker at the age of twelve. You are more than six years beyond that age and not born to this life. You don't have to impress anyone with your courage. We know you are brave. All you must do is call the maker and ride him."

"I will remember," Paul said.

"See that you do. I'll not have you shame my teaching."

Stilgar pulle...lastic rod abou...eter long from beneath his robe. The thing was pointed at one end, ha...pring-wound clapper at the other end. "I prepared this thumper myself. It'...ood one. Take it."

Paul felt the warm smoothness of the plastic as he accepted the thumper.

"Shishakli has your hooks," Stilgar said. "He'll hand them to you as you step out onto that dune over there." He pointed to his right. "Cal...ig maker, Usul. Show us the way."

Paul marked the tone of Stilgar's voic...alf ritual and half that o...orried friend.

In that instant, the sun seemed to bound above the horizon. The sky took on the silvered gray-blue that warned this would b...ay of extreme heat and dryness even for Arrakis.

"It is the time of the scalding day," Stilgar said, and now his voice was entirely ritual. "Go, Usul, and ride the maker, travel the sand a...eader of men."

Paul saluted his banner, noting how the green and black flag hung limply now that the dawn wind had died. He turned toward the dune Stilgar had indicate... dirty tan slope with an S-track crest. Already, most of the troop was moving out in the opposite direction, climbing the other dune that had sheltered their camp.

One robed figure remained in Paul's path: Shishakli...quad leader of the Fedaykin, only his slope-lidded eyes visible between stillsuit cap and mask.

Shishakli presented two thin, whiplike shafts as Paul approached. The shafts were abou...eter an...alf long with glistening plasteel hoods at one end, roughened at the other end fo...irm grip.

Paul accepted them both in his left hand as required by the ritual.

"They are my own hooks," Shishakli said i...usky voice. "They never have failed."

Paul nodded, maintaining the necessary silence, moved past the man and up the dune slope. At the crest, he glanced back, saw the troop scattering lik...light of insects, their robes fluttering. He stood alone now on the sandy ridge with only the horizon in front of him, the flat and unmoving horizon. This wa...ood dune Stilgar had chosen, higher than its companions for the viewpoint vantage.

Stooping, Paul planted the thumper deep into the windward face where the sand was compacted and would give maximum transmission to the drumming. Then he hesitated, reviewing the lessons, reviewing the life-and-death necessities that faced him.

When he threw the latch, the thumper would begin its summons. Across the sand...iant wor... make...ould hear and come to the drumming. With the whiplike hook-staffs, Paul knew, he could mount the maker's high curving back. For as long a...orward edge o...orm's ring segment was held open b...ook, open to admit abrasive sand into the more sensitive interior, the creature would not retreat beneath the desert. It would, in fact, roll its gigantic body to bring the opened segment as far away from the desert surface as possible.

I a...andride...aul told himself.

He glanced down at the hooks in his left hand, thinking that he had only to shift those hooks down the curve o...aker's immense side to make the creature roll and turn, guiding it where he willed. He had seen it done. He had been helped up the side o...orm fo...hort ride in training. The captive worm could be ridden until it lay exhausted and quiescent upon the desert surface an...ew maker must be summoned.

Once he was past this test, Paul knew, he was qualified to make the twenty-thumper journey into the southlan...o rest and restore himsel...nto the south where the women and the families had been hidden from the pogrom among the new palmaries and sietch warrens.

He lifted his head and looked to the south, reminding himself that the maker summoned wild from the erg was an unknown quantity, and the one who summoned it was equally unknown to this test.

"You must gauge the approaching maker carefully," Stilgar had explained. "You must stand close enough that you can mount it as it passes, yet not so close that it engulfs you."

With abrupt decision, Paul released the thumper's latch. The clapper began revolving and the summons drummed through the sand...easured "lum... . lum... . lum... . "

He straightened, scanning the horizon, remembering Stilgar's words: "Judge the line of approach carefully. Remember...orm seldom makes an unseen approach t...humper. Listen all the same. You may often hear it before you see it."

And Chani's words of caution, whispered at night when her fear for him overcame her, filled his mind: "When you take your stand along the maker's path, you must remain utterly still. You must think lik...atch of sand. Hide beneath your cloak and becom...ittle dune in your very essence."

Slowly, he scanned the horizon, listening, watching for the signs he had been taught.

It came from the southeast...istant hissing...and-whisper. Presently he saw the faraway outline of the creature's track against the dawnlight and realized he had never before see...aker this large, never heard of one this size. It appeared to be more than hal...eague long, and the rise of the sandwave at its cresting head was like the approach o...ountain.

This is nothin...ave seen by vision or in lif...aul cautioned himself. He hurried across the path of the thing to take his stand, caught up entirely by the rushing needs of this moment.

"Control the coinage and the courts  - let the rabble have the rest." Thus the Padishah Emperor advises you. And he tells you: "If you want profits, you must rule." There is truth in these words, bu...sk myself: "Who are the rabble and who are the ruled?"

- Muad'Dib's Secret Message to the Landsraad from

"Arrakis Awakening" by the Princess Irulan

A thought came unbidden to Jessica's mind: Paul will be undergoing his sandrider test at any moment now. They try to conceal this fact from me, but it's obvious.

And Chani has gone on some mysterious errand .

Jessica sat in her resting chamber, catchin...oment of quiet between the night's classes. It wa...leasant chamber, but not as large as the one she had enjoyed in Sietch Tabr before their flight from the pogrom. Still, this place had thick rugs on the floor, soft cushions...ow coffee table near at hand, multicolored hangings on the walls, and soft yellow glowglobes overhead. The room was permeated with the distinctive acrid furry odor o...remen sietch that she had come to associate wit...ense of security.

Yet she knew she would never overcom...eeling of being in an alien place. It was the harshness that the rugs and hangings attempted to conceal.

A faint tinkling-drumming-slapping penetrated to the resting chamber. Jessica knew it fo...irth celebration, probably Subiay's. Her time was near. And Jessica knew she'd see the baby soon enoug... blue-eyed cherub brought to the Reverend Mother for blessing. She knew also that her daughter, Alia, would be at the celebration and would report on it.

It was not yet time for the nightly prayer of parting. They wouldn't have starte...irth celebration near the time of ceremony that mourned the slave raids of Poritrin, Bela Tegeuse, Rossak, and Harmonthep.

Jessica sighed. She knew she was trying to keep her thoughts off her son and the dangers he face...he pit traps with their poisoned barbs, the Harkonnen raids (although these were growing fewer as the Fremen took their toll of aircraft and raiders with the new weapons Paul had given them), and the natural dangers of the deser...akers and thirst and dust chasms.

She thought of calling for coffee and with the thought came that ever-present awareness of paradox in the Fremen way of life: how well they lived in these sietch caverns compared to the graben pyons; yet, how much more they endured in the open hajr of the desert than anything the Harkonnen bondsmen endured.

A dark hand inserted itself through the hangings beside her, deposite...up upon the table and withdrew. From the cup arose the aroma of spiced coffee.

An offering from the birth celebratio...essica thought.

She took the coffee and sipped it, smiling at herself. In what other society of our univers...he asked herself, coul...erson of my station accept an anonymous drink and quaff that drink without fear...ould alter any poison now before it did me harm, or course, but the donor doesn't realize this .

She drained the cup, feeling the energy and lift of its content...ot and delicious.

And she wondered what other society would have suc...atural regard for her privacy and comfort that the giver would intrude only enough to deposit the gift and not inflict her with the donor? Respect and love had sent the gif...ith onl...light tinge of fear.

Another element of the incident forced itself into her awareness: she had thought of coffee and it had appeared. There was nothing of telepathy here, she knew. It was the tau, the oneness of the sietch community...ompensation from the subtle poison of the spice diet they shared. The great mass of the people could never hope to attain the enlightenment the spice seed brought to her; they had not been trained and prepared for it. Their minds rejected what they could not understand or encompass. Still they felt and reacted sometimes lik...ingle organism.

And the thought of coincidence never entered their minds.

Has Paul passed his test on the sand? Jessica asked herself. He's capable, but accident can strike down even the most capable.

......QQ The waiting.

It's the drearines...he thought. You can wait just so long. Then the dreariness of the waiting overcomes you.

There was all manner of waiting in their lives.

More than two years we've been her...he thought, and twice that number at least to go before we can even hope to think of trying to wrest Arrakis from the Harkonnen governor, the Mudir Nahya, the Beast Rabban .

"Reverend Mother?"

The voice from outside the hangings at her door was that of Harah, the other woman in Paul's menage.

"Yes, Harah."

The hangings parted and Harah seemed to glide through them. She wore sietch sandals...ed-yellow wraparound that exposed her arms almost to the shoulders. Her black hair was parted in the middle and swept back like the wings of an insect, flat and oily against her head. The jutting, predatory features were drawn into an intense frown.

Behind Harah came Alia...irl-child of about two years.

Seeing her daughter, Jessica was caught as she frequently was by Alia's resemblance to Paul at that ag...he same wide-eyed solemnity to her questing look, the dark hair and firmness of mouth. But there were subtle differences, too, and it was in these that most adults found Alia disquieting. The chil...ittle more tha...oddle...arried herself wit...almness and awareness beyond her years. Adults were shocked to find her laughing a...ubtle play of words between the sexes. Or they'd catch themselves listening to her half-lisping voice, still blurred as it was by an unformed soft palate, and discover in her words sly remarks that could only be based on experiences no two-year-old had ever encountered.

Harah sank t...ushion with an exasperated sigh, frowned at the child.

"Alia." Jessica motioned to her daughter.

The child crossed t...ushion beside her mother, sank to it and clasped her mother's hand. The contact of flesh restored that mutual awareness they had shared since before Alia's birth. It wasn'...atter of shared thought...lthough there were bursts of that if they touched while Jessica was changing the spice poison fo...eremony. It was something larger, an immediate awareness of another living spark...harp and poignant thing...erve-sympatico that made them emotionally one.

In the formal manner that befitte...ember of her son's household, Jessica said: "Subakh ul kuhar, Harah. This night finds you well?"

With the same traditional formality, she said: "Subakh un nar...m well." The words were almost toneless. Again, she sighed.

Jessica sensed amusement from Alia.

"My brother's ghanima is annoyed with me," Alia said in her half-lisp.

Jessica marked the term Alia used to refer to Hara...hanima. In the subtleties of the Fremen tongue, the word meant "something acquired in battle" and with the added overtone that the something no longer was used for its original purpose. An ornament...pearhead used a...urtain weight.

Harah scowled at the child. "Don't try to insult me, child...now my place."

"What have you done this time, Alia?" Jessica asked.

Harah answered; "Not only has she refused to play with the other children today, but she intruded wher... . "

"I hid behind the hangings and watched Subiay's child being born," Alia said. "It'...oy. He cried and cried. Wha...et of lungs! When he'd cried long enoug.."

"She came out and touched him," Harah said, "and he stopped crying. Everyone know...remen baby must get his crying done at birth, if he's in sietch because he can never cry again lest he betray us on hajr."

"He'd cried enough," Alia said. "I just wanted to feel his spark, his life. That's all. And when he felt me he didn't want to cry anymore."

"It's just made more talk among the people," Harah said.

"Subiay's boy is healthy?" Jessica asked. She saw that something was troubling Harah deeply and wondered at it.

"Healthy as any mother could ask," Harah said. "They know Alia didn't hurt him. They didn't so much mind her touching him. He settled down right away and was happy. It wa... . " Harah shrugged.

"It's the strangeness of my daughter, is that it?" Jessica asked. "It's the way she speaks of things beyond her years and of things no child her age could kno...hings of the past."

"How could she know wha...hild looked like on Bela Tegeuse?" Harah demanded.

"But he does!" Alia said, "Subiay's boy looks just like the son of Mitha born before the parting."

"Alia!" Jessica said. "I warned you."

"But, Mother...aw it and it was true an... . "

Jessica shook her head, seeing the signs of disturbance in Harah's face. What hav...orne? Jessica asked herself...aughter who knew at birth everything tha...ne... . and more: everything revealed to her out of the corridors of the past by the Reverend Mothers within me .

"It's not just the things she says," Harah said. "It's the exercises, too: the way she sits and stares a...ock, moving only one muscle beside her nose, o...uscle on the back o...inger, o.."

"Those are the Bene Gesserit training," Jessica said. "You know that, Harah. Would you deny my daughter her inheritance?"

"Reverend Mother, you know these things don't matter to me," Harah said. "It's the people and the way they mutter...eel danger in it. They say your daughter'...emon, that other children refuse to play with her, that she'.."

"She has so little in common with the other children," Jessica said. "She's no demon. It's just th.."

"Of course she's not!"

Jessica found herself surprised at the vehemence in Harah's tone, glanced down at Alia. The child appeared lost in thought, radiatin...ense o... . waiting. Jessica returned her attention to Harah.

"I respect the fact that you'r...ember of my son's household," Jessica said. (Alia stirred against her hand.) "You may speak openly with me of whatever's troubling you."

"I will not b...ember of your son's household much longer," Harah said. "I've waited this long for the sake of my sons, the special training they receive as the children of Usul. It's little enoug...ould give them since it's know...on't share your son's bed."

Again Alia stirred beside her, half-sleeping, warm.

"You'd have mad...ood companion for my son, though," Jessica said. And she added to herself because such thoughts were ever with her: Companio... . no...if...essica's thoughts went then straight to the center, to the pang that came from the common talk in the sietch that her son's companionship with Chani had becom...ermanent thing, the marriage.

I love Chan...essica thought, but she reminded herself that love might have to step aside for royal necessity. Royal marriages had other reasons than love.

"You thin...on't know what you plan for your son?" Harah asked.

"What do you mean?" Jessica demanded.

"You plan to unite the tribes under Him ," Harah said.

"Is that bad?"

"I see danger for hi... . and Alia is part of that danger."

Alia nestled closer to her mother, eyes opened now and studying Harah.

"I've watched you two together," Harah said, "the way you touch. And Alia is like my own flesh because she's sister to one who is like my brother. I've watched over her and guarded her from the time she wa...ere baby, from the time of the razzia when we fled here. I've seen many things about her."

Jessica nodded, feeling disquiet begin to grow in Alia beside her.

"You know wha...ean," Harah said. "The way she knew from the first what we were saying to her. When has there been another baby who knew the water discipline so young? What other baby's first words to her nurse were: 'I love you, Harah'?"

Harah stared at Alia. "Why do you thin...ccept her insults...now there's no malice in them."

Alia looked up at her mother.

"Yes...ave reasoning powers, Reverend Mother," Harah said. "I could have been of the Sayyadina...ave seen wha...ave seen."

"Hara... . " Jessica shrugged. "I don't know what to say." And she felt surprise at herself, because this literally was true.

Alia straightened, squared her shoulders. Jessica felt the sense of waiting ended, an emotion compounded of decision and sadness.

"We mad...istake," Alia said. "Now we need Harah."

"It was the ceremony of the seed," Harah said, "when you changed the Water of Life, Reverend Mother, when Alia was yet unborn within you."

Need Harah? Jessica asked herself.

"Who else can talk among the people and make them begin to understand me?" Alia asked.

"What would you have her do?" Jessica asked.

"She already knows what to do," Alia said.

"I will tell them the truth," Harah said. Her face seemed suddenly old and sad with its olive skin drawn into frown wrinkles...itchery in the sharp features. "I will tell them that Alia only pretends to b...ittle girl, that she has never bee...ittle girl."

Alia shook her head. Tears ran down her cheeks, and Jessica felt the wave of sadness from her daughter as though the emotion were her own.

"I know I'...reak," Alia whispered. The adult summation coming from the child mouth was lik...itter confirmation.

"You're no...reak!" Harah snapped. "Who dared say you'r...reak?"

Again, Jessica marveled at the fierce note of protectiveness in Harah's voice. Jessica saw then that Alia had judged correctl...hey did need Harah. The tribe would understand Hara...oth her words and her emotion...or it was obvious she loved Alia as though this were her own child.

"Who said it?" Harah repeated.

"Nobody."

Alia use...orner of Jessica's aba to wipe the tears from her face. She smoothed the robe where she had dampened and crumpled it.

"Then don't you say it," Harah ordered.

"Yes, Harah."

"Now," Harah said, "you may tell me what it was like so tha...ay tell the others. Tell me what it is that happened to you."

Alia swallowed, looked up at her mother.

Jessica nodded.

"One da...oke up," Alia said. "It was like waking from sleep except tha...ould not remember going to sleep...as i...arm, dark place. An...as frightened."

Listening to the half-lisping voice of her daughter, Jessica remembered that day in the big cavern.

"Whe...as frightened," Alia said, "I tried to escape, but there was no way to escape. The...a...par... . but it wasn't exactly like seeing it. The spark was just there with me an...elt the spark's emotion... . soothing me, comforting me, telling me that way that everything would be all right. That was my mother."

Harah rubbed at her eyes, smiled reassuringly at Alia. Yet there wa...ook of wildness in the eyes of the Fremen woman, an intensity as though they, too, were trying to hear Alia's words.

And Jessica thought: What do we really know of how suc...ne think... . out of her unique experiences and training and ancestry?

"Just whe...elt safe and reassured," Alia said, "there was another spark with u... . and everything was happening at once. The other spark was the old Reverend Mother. She wa... . trading lives with my mothe... . everythin... . an...as there with them, seeing it al... . everything. And it was over, an...as them and all the others and mysel... . only it took m...ong time to find myself again. There were so many others."

"It wa...ruel thing," Jessica said. "No being should wake into consciousness thus. The wonder of it is you could accept all that happened to you."

"I couldn't do anything else!" Alia said. "I didn't know how to reject or hide my consciousnes... . or shut if of... . everything just happene... . everythin... . "

"We didn't know," Harah murmured. "When we gave your mother the Water to change, we didn't know you existed within her."

"Don't be sad about it, Harah," Alia said. "I shouldn't feel sorry for myself. After all, there's cause for happiness here: I'...everend Mother. The tribe has two Re... . "

She broke off, tipping her head to listen.

Harah rocked back on her heels against the sitting cushion, stared at Alia, bringing her attention then up to Jessica's face.

"Didn't you suspect?" Jessica asked.

"Sh-h-h-h," Alia said.

A distant rhythmic chanting came to them through the hangings that separated them from the sietch corridors. It grew louder, carrying distinct sounds now: "Ya! Ya! Yawm! Ya! Ya! Yawm! Mu zein, wallah! Ya! Ya! Yawm! Mu zein, Wallah!"

The chanters passed the outer entrance, and their voices boomed through to the inner apartments. Slowly the sound receded.

When the sound had dimmed sufficiently, Jessica began the ritual, the sadness in her voice: "It was Ramadhan and April on Bela Tegeuse."

"My family sat in their pool courtyard," Harah said, "in air bathed by the moisture that arose from the spray o...ountain. There wa...ree of portyguls, round and deep in color, near at hand. There wa...asket with mish mish and baklawa and mugs of liba...ll manner of good things to eat. In our gardens and, in our flocks, there was peac... . peace in all the land."

"Life was full with happiness until the raiders came," Alia said.

"Blood ran cold at the scream of friends," Jessica said. And she felt the memories rushing through her out of all those other pasts she shared.

"La, la, la, the women cried," said Harah.

"The raiders came through the mushtamal, rushing at us with their knives dripping red from the lives of our men," Jessica said.

Silence came over the three of them as it was in all the apartments of the sietch, the silence while they remembered and kept their grief thus fresh.

Presently, Harah uttered the ritual ending to the ceremony, giving the word...arshness that Jessica had never before heard in them.

"We will never forgive and we will never forget," Harah said.

In the thoughtful quiet that followed her words, they hear...uttering of people, the swish of many robes. Jessica sensed someone standing beyond the hangings that shielded her chamber.

"Reverend Mother?"

A woman's voice, and Jessica recognized it: the voice of Tharthar, one of Stilgar's wives.

"What is it, Tharthar?"

"There is trouble, Reverend Mother."

Jessica fel...onstriction at her heart, an abrupt fear for Paul. "Pau... ." she gasped.

Tharthar spread the hangings, stepped into the chamber. Jessica glimpse...ress of people in the outer room before the hangings fell. She looked up at Thartha... small, dark woman i...ed-figured robe of black, the total blue of her eyes trained fixedly on Jessica, the nostrils of her tiny nose dilated to reveal the plug scars.

"What is it?" Jessica demanded.

"There is word from the sand," Tharthar said. "Usul meets the maker for his tes... . it is today. The young men say he cannot fail, he will b...andrider by nightfall. The young men are banding fo...azzia. They will raid in the north and meet Usul there. They say they will raise the cry then. They say they will force him to call out Stilgar and assume command of the tribes."

Gathering water, planting the dunes, changing their world slowly but surel...hese are no longer enoug...essica thought. The little raids, the certain raid...hese are no longer enough now that Paul an...ave trained them. They feel their power. They want to fight .

Tharthar shifted from one foot to the other, cleared her throat.

We know the need for cautious waitin...essica thought, but there's the core of our frustration. We know also the harm that waiting extended too long can do us. We lose our senses of purpose if the waiting's prolonged .

"The young men say if Usul does not call out Stilgar, then he must be afraid," Tharthar said.

She lowered her gaze.

"So that's the way of it," Jessica muttered. And she thought: Wel...aw it coming. As did Stilgar .

Again, Tharthar cleared her throat. "Even my brother, Shoab, says it," she said. "They will leave Usul no choice."

Then it has com...essica thought. And Paul will have to handle it himself. The Reverend Mother dare not become involved in the succession .

Alia freed her hand from her mother's, said: "I will go with Tharthar and listen to the young men. Perhaps there i...ay."

Jessica met Tharthar's gaze, but spoke to Alia: "Go, then. And report to me as soon as you can."

"We do not want this thing to happen, Reverend Mother," Tharthar said.

"We do not want it," Jessica agreed. "The tribe needs all its strength." She glanced at Harah. "Will you go with them?"

Harah answered the unspoken part of the question: "Tharthar will allow no harm to befall Alia. She knows we will soon be wives together, she and I, to share the same man. We have talked, Tharthar and I." Harah looked up at Tharthar, back to Jessica. "We have an understanding."

Tharthar held ou...and for Alia, said: "We must hurry. The young men are leaving."

They pressed through the hangings, the child's hand in the small woman's hand, but the child seemed to be leading.

"If Paul-Muad'Dib slays Stilgar, this will not serve the tribe," Harah said. "Always before, it has been the way of succession, but times have changed."

"Times have changed for you, as well," Jessica said.

"You cannot thin...oubt the outcome of suc...attle," Harah said. "Usul could not but win."

"That was my meaning," Jessica said.

"And you think my personal feelings enter into my judgment," Harah said. She shook her head, her water rings tinkling at her neck. "How wrong you are. Perhaps you think, as well, tha...egret not being the chosen of Usul, tha...m jealous of Chani?"

"You make your own choice as you are able," Jessica said.

"I pity Chani," Harah said.

Jessica stiffened. "What do you mean?"

"I know what you think of Chani," Harah said. "You think she is not the wife for your son."

Jessica settled back, relaxed on her cushions. She shrugged. "Perhaps."

"You could be right," Harah said. "If you are, you may fin...urprising all...hani herself. She wants whatever is best for Him ."

Jessica swallowed pas...udden tightening in her throat. "Chani's very dear to me," she said. "She could be n.."

"Your rugs are very dirty in here," Harah said. She swept her gaze around the floor, avoiding Jessica's eyes. "So many people tramping through here all the time. You really should have them cleaned more often."

You cannot avoid the interplay of politics within an orthodox religion. This power struggle permeates the training, educating and disciplining of the orthodox community. Because of this pressure, the leaders of suc...ommunity inevitably must face that ultimate internal question: to succumb to complete opportunism as the price of maintaining their rule, or risk sacrificing themselves for the sake of the orthodox ethic.

- from "Muad'Dib: The Religious Issues" by the Princess Irulan

Paul waited on the sand outside the gigantic maker's line of approach...ust not wait lik...muggle...mpatient and jitterin...e reminded himself...ust be part of the desert .

The thing was only minutes away now, filling the morning with the friction-hissing of its passage. Its great teeth within the cavern-circle of its mouth spread like some enormous flower. The spice odor from it dominated the air.

Paul's stillsuit rode easily on his body and he was only distantly aware of his nose plugs, the breathing mask. Stilgar's teaching, the painstaking hours on the sand, overshadowed all else.

"How far outside the maker's radius must you stand in pea sand?" Stilgar had asked him.

And he had answered correctly: "Hal...eter for every meter of the maker's diameter."

"Why?"

"To avoid the vortex of its passage and still have time to run in and mount it."

"You've ridden the little ones bred for the seed and the Water of Life," Stilgar had said. "But what you'll summon for your test i...ild maker, an old man of the desert. You must have proper respect for suc...ne."

Now the thumper's deep drumming blended with the hiss of the approaching worm. Paul breathed deeply, smelling mineral bitterness of sand even through his filters. The wild maker, the old man of the desert, loomed, almost on him. Its cresting front segments thre...andwave that would sweep across his knees.

Come up, you lovely monste...e thought. Up. You hear me calling. Come up. Come up .

The wave lifted his feet. Surface dust swept across him. He steadied himself, his world dominated by the passage of that sand-clouded curving wall, that segmented cliff, the ring lines sharply defined in it.

Paul lifted his hooks, sighted along them, leaned in. He felt them bite and pull. He leaped upward, planting his feet against that wall, leaning out against the clinging barbs. This was the true instant of the testing: if he had planted the hooks correctly at the leading edge o...ing segment, opening the segment, the worm would not roll down and crush him.

The worm slowed. It glided across the thumper, silencing it. Slowly, it began to rol...p, u...ringing those irritant barbs as high as possible, away from the sand that threatened the soft inner lapping of its ring segment.

Paul found himself riding upright atop the worm. He felt exultant, like an emperor surveying his world. He suppresse...udden urge to cavort there, to turn the worm, to show off his mastery of this creature.

Suddenly he understood why Stilgar had warned him once about brash young men who danced and played with these monsters, doing handstands on their backs, removing both hooks and replanting them before the worm could spill them.

Leaving one hook in place, Paul released the other and planted it lower down the side. When the second hook was firm and tested, he brought down the first one, thus worked his way down the side. The maker rolled, and as it rolled, it turned, coming around the sweep of flour sand where the others waited.

Paul saw them come up, using their hooks to climb, but avoiding the sensitive ring edges until they were on top. They rode at last i...riple line behind him, steadied against their hooks.

Stilgar moved up through the ranks, checked the positioning of Paul's hooks, glanced up at Paul's smiling face.

"You did it, eh?" Stilgar asked, raising his voice above the hiss of their passage. "That's what you think? You did it?" He straightened. "No...ell you that wa...ery sloppy job. We have twelve-year-olds who do better. There was drumsand to your left where you waited. You could not retreat there if the worm turned that way."

The smile slipped from Paul's face. "I saw the drumsand."

"Then why did you not signal for one of us to take up position secondary to you? It wa...hing you could do even in the test."

Paul swallowed, faced into the wind of their passage.

"You think it bad of me to say this now," Stilgar said. "It is my duty...hink of your worth to the troop. If you had stumbled into that drumsand, the maker would've turned toward you."

In spite o...urge of anger, Paul knew that Stilgar spoke the truth. It too...ong minute and the full effort of the training he had received from his mother for Paul to recaptur...eeling of calm. "I apologize," he said. "It will not happen again."

"I...ight position, always leave yoursel...econdary, someone to take the maker if you cannot," Stilgar said. "Remember that we work together. That way, we're certain. We work together, eh?"

He slapped Paul's shoulder.

"We work together," Paul agreed.

"Now," Stilgar said, and his voice was harsh, "show me you know how to handl...aker. Which side are we on?"

Paul glanced down at the scaled ring surface on which they stood, noted the character and size of the scales, the way they grew larger off to his right, smaller to his left. Every worm, he knew, moved characteristically with one side up more frequently. As it grew older, the characteristic up-side became an almost constant thing. Bottom scales grew larger, heavier, smoother. Top scales could be told by size alone o...ig worm.

Shifting his hooks, Paul moved to the left. He motioned flankers down to open segments along the side and keep the worm o...traight course as it rolled. When he had it turned, he motioned two steersmen out of the line and into positions ahead.

"Ach, haiiiii-yoh!" he shouted in the traditional call. The left-side steersman opene...ing segment there.

I...ajestic circle, the maker turned to protect its opened segment. Full around it came and when it was headed back to the south, Paul shouted: "Geyrat!"

The steersman released his hook. The maker lined out i...traight course.

Stilgar said. "Very good, Paul Muad'Dib. With plenty of practice, you may yet becom...andrider."

Paul frowned, thinking: Wa...ot first up?

From behind him there came sudden laughter. The troop began chanting, flinging his name against the sky.

"Muad'Dib! Muad'Dib! Muad'Dib! Muad'Dib!"

And far to the rear along the worm's surface, Paul heard the beat of the goaders pounding the tail segments. The worm began picking up speed. Their robes flapped in the wind. The abrasive sound of their passage increased.

Paul looked back through the troop, found Chani's face among them. He looked at her as he spoke to Stilgar. "The......andrider, Stil?"

"Hal yawm! You ar...andrider this day."

"The...ay choose our destination?"

"That's the way of it."

"An......remen born this day here in the Habbanya erg...ave had no life before this day...as a...hild until this day."

"Not quit...hild," Stilgar said. He fastene...orner of his hood where the wind was whipping it.

"But there wa...ork sealing off my world, and that cork has been pulled."

"There is no cork."

"I would go south, Stilga...wenty thumpers...ould see this land we make, this land that I've only seen through the eyes of others."

An...ould see my son and my famil...e thought...eed time now to consider the future that i...ast within my mind. The turmoil comes and if I'm not wher...an unravel it, the thing will run wild .

Stilgar looked at him wit...teady, measuring gaze. Paul kept his attention on Chani, seeing the interest quicken in her face, noting also the excitement his words had kindled in the troop.

"The men are eager to raid with you in the Harkonnen sinks," Stilgar said. "The sinks are onl...humper away."

"The Fedaykin have raided with me," Paul said. "They'll raid with me again until no Harkonnen breathes Arrakeen air."

Stilgar studied him as they rode, and Paul realized the man was seeing this moment through the memory of how he had risen to command of the Tabr sietch and to leadership of the Council of Leaders now that Liet-Kynes was dead.

He has heard the reports of unrest among the young Freme...aul thought.

"Do you wis...athering of the leaders?" Stilgar asked.

Eyes blazed among the young men of the troop. They swayed as they rode, and they watched. And Paul saw the look of unrest in Chani's glance, the way she looked from Stilgar, who was her uncle, to Paul-Muad'Dib, who was her mate.

"You cannot guess wha...ant," Paul said.

And he thought...annot back down...ust hold control over these people .

"You are mudir of the sandride this day," Stilgar said. Cold formality rang in his voice: "How do you use this power?"

We need time to relax, time for cool reflectio...aul thought.

"We shall go south," Paul said.

"Even i...ay we shall turn back to the north when this day is over?"

"We shall go south," Paul repeated.

A sense of inevitable dignity enfolded Stilgar as he pulled his robe tightly around him. "There will b...athering," he said. "I will send the messages."

He think...ill call him ou...aul thought. And he knows he cannot stand against me .

Paul faced south, feeling the wind against his exposed cheeks, thinking of the necessities that went into his decisions.

They do not know how it i...e thought.

But he knew he could not let any consideration deflect him. He had to remain on the central line of the time storm he could see in the future. There would come an instant when it could be unraveled, but only if he were where he could cut the central knot of it.

I will not call him out if it can be helpe...e thought. If there's another way to prevent the jiha... .

"We'll camp for the evening meal and prayer at Cave of Birds beneath Habbanya Ridge," Stilgar said. He steadied himself with one hook against the swaying of the maker, gestured ahead a...ow rock barrier rising out of the desert.

Paul studied the cliff, the great streaks of rock crossing it like waves. No green, no blossom softened that rigid horizon. Beyond it stretched the way to the southern deser... course of at least ten days and nights, as fast as they could goad the makers.

Twenty thumpers.

The way led far beyond the Harkonnen patrols. He knew how it would be. The dreams had shown him. One day, as they went, there 'd b...aint change of color on the far horizo...uc...light change that he might feel he was imagining it out of his hope...nd there would be the new sietch.

"Does my decision suit Muad'Dib?" Stilgar asked. Only the faintest touch of sarcasm tinged his voice, but Fremen ears around them, alert to every tone i...ird's cry o...ielago's piping message, heard the sarcasm and watched Paul to see what he would do.

"Stilgar heard me swear my loyalty to him when we consecrated the Fedaykin," Paul said. "My death commandos kno...poke with honor. Does Stilgar doubt it?"

Real pain exposed itself in Paul's voice. Stilgar heard it and lowered his gaze.

"Usul, the companion of my sietch, hi...ould never doubt," Stilgar said. "But you are Paul-Muad'Dib, the Atreides Duke, and you are the Lisan al-Gaib, the Voice from the Outer World. These me...on't even know."

Paul turned away to watch the Habbanya Ridge climb out of the desert. The maker beneath them still felt strong and willing. It could carry them almost twice the distance of any other in Fremen experience. He knew it. There was nothing outside the stories told to children that could match this old man of the desert. It was the stuff o...ew legend, Paul realized.

A hand gripped his shoulder.

Paul looked at it, followed the arm to the face beyond i...he dark eyes of Stilgar exposed between filter mask and stillsuit hood.

"The one who led Tabr sietch before me," Stilgar said, "he was my friend. We shared dangers. He owed me his life man...im... . an...wed him mine."

"I am your friend, Stilgar," Paul said.

"No man doubts it," Stilgar said. He removed his hand, shrugged. "It's the way."

Paul saw that Stilgar was too immersed in the Fremen way to consider the possibility of any other. Her...eader took the reins from the dead hands of his predecessor, or slew among the strongest of his tribe i...eader died in the desert. Stilgar had risen to b...aib in that way.

"We should leave this maker in deep sand," Paul said.

"Yes," Stilgar agreed. "We could walk to the cave from here."

"We've ridden him far enough that he'll bury himself and sulk fo...ay or so," Paul said.

"You're the mudir of the sandride," Stilgar said. "Say when w... ." He broke off, stared at the eastern sky.

Paul whirled. The spice-blue overcast on his eyes made the sky appear dark...ichly filtered azure against whic...istant rhythmic flashing stood out in sharp contrast.

Ornithopter!

"One small 'thopter," Stilgar said.

"Could b...cout," Paul said. "Do you think they've seen us."

"At this distance we're jus...orm on the surface," Stilgar said. He motioned with his left hand. "Off. Scatter on the sand."

The troop began working down the worm's sides, dropping off, blending with the sand beneath their cloaks. Paul marked where Chani dropped. Presently, only he and Stilgar remained.

"First up, last off," Paul said.

Stilgar nodded, dropped down the side on his hooks, leaped onto the sand. Paul waited until the maker was safely clear of the scatter area, then released his hooks. This was the tricky moment wit...orm not completely exhausted.

Freed of its goads and hooks, the big worm began burrowing into the sand. Paul ran lightly back along its broad surface, judged his moment carefully and leaped off. He landed running, lunged against the slipface o...une the way he had been taught, and hid himself beneath the cascade of sand over his robe.

Now, the waitin... .

Paul turned, gently, expose...rack of sky beneat...rease in his robe. He imagined the others back along their path doing the same.

He heard the beat of the 'thopter's wings before he saw it. There wa...hisper of jetpods and it came over his patch of desert, turned i...road arc toward the ridge.

An unmarked 'thopter, Paul noted.

It flew out of sight beyond Habbanya Ridge.

A bird cry sounded over the desert. Another.

Paul shook himself free of sand, climbed to the dune top. Other figures stood out i...ine trailing away from the ridge. He recognized Chani and Stilgar among them.

Stilgar signaled toward the ridge.

They gathered and began the sandwalk, gliding over the surface i...roken rhythm that would disturb no maker. Stilgar paced himself beside Paul along the windpacked crest o...une.

"It wa...muggler craft," Stilgar said.

"So it seemed," Paul said. "But this is deep into the desert, for smugglers."

"They've their difficulties with patrols, too," Stilgar said.

"If they come this deep, they may go deeper," Paul said.

"True."

"It wouldn't be well for them to see what they could see if they ventured too deep into the south. Smugglers sell information, too."

"They were hunting spice, don't you think?" Stilgar asked.

"There will b...ing an...rawler waiting somewhere for that one," Paul said. "We've spice. Let's bai...atch of sand and catch us some smugglers. They should be taught that this is our land and our men need practice with the new weapons."

"Now, Usul speaks," Stilgar said. "Usul thinks Fremen."

But Usul must give way to decisions that matc...errible purpos...aul thought.

And the storm was gathering.

When law and duty are one, united by religion, you never become fully conscious, fully aware of yourself. You are alway...ittle less than an individual.

- from "Muad'Dib: The Ninety-Nine Wonders of

the Universe" by Princess Irulan

The smuggler's spice factory with its parent carrier and ring of drone ornithopters came ove...ifting of dunes lik...warm of insects following its queen. Ahead of the swarm lay one of the low rock ridges that lifted from the desert floor like small imitations of the Shield Wall. The dry beaches of the ridge were swept clean b...ecent storm.

In the con-bubble of the factory, Gurney Halleck leaned forward, adjusted the oil lenses of his binoculars and examined the landscape. Beyond the ridge, he could se...ark patch that might b...piceblow, and he gave the signal t...overing ornithopter that sent it to investigate.

The 'thopter waggled its wings to indicate it had the signal. It broke away from the swarm, sped down toward the darkened sand, circled the area with its detectors dangling close to the surface.

Almost immediately, it went through the wing-tucked dip and circle that told the waiting factory that spice had been found.

Gurney sheathed his binoculars, knowing the others had seen the signal. He liked this spot. The ridge offered some shielding and protection. This was deep in the desert, an unlikely place for an ambus... . stil... . Gurney signaled fo...rew to hover over the ridge, to scan it, sent reserves to take up station in pattern around the are...ot too high because then they could be seen from afar by Harkonnen detectors.

......QQ He doubted, though, that Harkonnen patrols would be this far south. This was still Fremen country.

Gurney checked his weapons, damning the fate that made shields useless out here. Anything that summone...orm had to be avoided at all costs. He rubbed the inkvine scar along his jaw, studying the scene, decided it would be safest to lea...round party through the ridge. Inspection on foot was still the most certain. You couldn't be too careful when Fremen and Harkonnen were at each other's throats.

It was Fremen that worried him here. They didn't mind trading for all the spice you could afford, but they were devils on the warpath if you stepped foot where they forbade you to go. And they were so devilishly cunning of late.

It annoyed Gurney, the cunning and adroitness in battle of these natives. They displaye...ophistication in warfare as good as anything he had ever encountered, and he had been trained by the best fighters in the universe then seasoned in battles where only the superior few survived.

Again Gurney scanned the landscape, wondering why he felt uneasy. Perhaps it was the worm they had see... . but that was on the other side of the ridge.

A head popped up into the con-bubble beside Gurne...he factory commander...ne-eyed old pirate with full beard, the blue eyes and milky teeth o...pice diet.

"Looks lik...ich patch, sir," the factory commander said. "Shal...ake 'er in?"

"Come down at the edge of that ridge," Gurney ordered. "Let me disembark with my men. You can tractor out to the spice from there. We'll hav...ook at that rock."

"Aye."

"In case of trouble," Gurney said, "save the factory. We'll lift in the 'thopters."

The factory commander saluted. "Aye, sir." He popped back down through the hatch.

Again Gurney scanned the horizon. He had to respect the possibility that there were Fremen here and he was trespassing. Fremen worried him, their toughness and unpredictability. Many things about this business worried him, but the rewards were great. The fact that he couldn't send spotters high overhead worried him, too. The necessity of radio silence added to his uneasiness.

The factory crawler turned, began to descend. Gently it glided down to the dry beach at the foot of the ridge. Treads touched sand.

Gurney opened the bubble dome, released his safety straps. The instant the factory stopped, he was out, slamming the bubble closed behind him, scrambling out over the tread guards to swing down to the sand beyond the emergency netting. The five men of his personal guard were out with him, emerging from the nose hatch. Others released the factory's carrier wing. It detached, lifted away to fly i...arking circle low overhead.

Immediately the big factory crawler lurched off, swinging away from the ridge toward the dark patch of spice out on the sand.

A 'thopter swooped down nearby, skidded t...top. Another followed and another. They disgorged Gurney's platoon and lifted to hoverflight.

Gurney tested his muscles in his stillsuit, stretching. He left the filter mask off his face, losing moisture for the sake o...reater nee...he carrying power of his voice if he had to shout commands. He began climbing up into the rocks, checking the terrai...ebbles and pea sand underfoot, the smell of spice.

Good site for an emergency bas...e thought. Might be sensible to bur...ew supplies here .

He glanced back, watching his men spread out as they followed him. Good men, even the new ones he hadn't had time to test. Good men. Didn't have to be told every time what to do. No...hield glimmer showed on any of them. No cowards in this bunch, carrying shields into the desert wher...orm could sense the field and come to rob them of the spice they found.

From this slight elevation in the rocks, Gurney could see the spice patch about hal...ilometer away and the crawler just reaching the near edge. He glanced up at the coverflight, noting the altitud...ot too high. He nodded to himself, turned to resume his climb up the ridge.

In that instant, the ridge erupted.

Twelve roaring paths of flame streaked upward to the hovering 'thopters and carrier wing. There cam...lasting of metal from the factory crawler, and the rocks around Gurney were full of hooded fighting men.

Gurney had time to think: By the horns of the Great Mother! Rockets! They dare to use rockets!

Then he was face to face wit...ooded figure who crouched low, crysknife at the ready. Two more men stood waiting on the rocks above to left and right. Only the eyes of the fighting man ahead of him were visible to Gurney between hood and veil o...and-colored burnoose, but the crouch and readiness warned him that here wa...rained fighting man. The eyes were the blue-in-blue of the deep-desert Fremen.

Gurney moved one hand toward his own knife, kept his eyes fixed on the other's knife. If they dared use rockets, they'd have other projectile weapons. This moment argued extreme caution. He could tell by sound alone that at least part of his skycover had been knocked out. There were gruntings, too, the noise of several struggles behind him.

The eyes of the fighting man ahead of Gurney followed the motion of hand toward knife, came back to glare into Gurney's eyes.

"Leave the knife in its sheath, Gurney Halleck," the man said.

Gurney hesitated. That voice sounded oddly familiar even throug...tillsuit filter.

"You know my name?" he said.

"You've no need o...nife with me, Gurney," the man said. He straightened, slipped his crysknife into its sheath back beneath his robe. "Tell your men to stop their useless resistance."

The man threw his hood back, swung the filter aside.

The shock of what he saw froze Gurney's muscles. He thought at first he was looking a...host image of Duke Leto Atreides. Full recognition came slowly.

"Paul," he whispered. Then louder: "Is it truly Paul?"

"Don't you trust your own eyes?" Paul asked.

"They said you were dead," Gurney rasped. He too...alf-step forward.

"Tell your men to submit," Paul commanded. He waved toward the lower reaches of the ridge.

Gurney turned, reluctant to take his eyes off Paul. He saw onl...ew knots of struggle. Hooded desert men seemed to be everywhere around. The factory crawler lay silent with Fremen standing atop it. There were no aircraft overhead.

"Stop the fighting," Gurney bellowed. He too...eep breath, cupped his hands fo...egaphone. "This is Gurney Halleck! Stop the fight!"

Slowly, warily, the struggling figures separated. Eyes turned toward him, questioning.

"These are friends," Gurney called.

"Fine friends!" someone shouted back. "Half our people murdered."

"It'...istake," Gurney said. "Don't add to it."

He turned back to Paul, stared into the youth's blue-blue Fremen eyes.

A smile touched Paul's mouth, but there wa...ardness in the expression that reminded Gurney of the Old Duke, Paul's grandfather. Gurney saw then the sinewy harshness in Paul that had never before been seen in an Atreide... leathery look to the skin...quint to the eyes and calculation in the glance that seemed to weigh everything in sight.

"They said you were dead," Gurney repeated.

"And it seemed the best protection to let them think so," Paul said.

Gurney realized that was all the apology he'd ever get for having been abandoned to his own resources, left to believe his young Duk... . his friend, was dead. He wondered then if there were anything left here of the boy he had known and trained in the ways of fighting men.

Paul too...tep closer to Gurney, found that his eyes were smarting. "Gurne.."

It seemed to happen of itself, and they were embracing, pounding each other on the back, feeling the reassurance of solid flesh.

"You young pup! You young pup!" Gurney kept saying.

And Paul: "Gurney, man! Gurney, man!"

Presently, they stepped apart, looked at each other. Gurney too...eep breath. "So you're why the Fremen have grown so wise in battle tactics...ight've known. They keep doing thing...ould've planned myself. If I'd only know..." He shook his head. "If you'd only got word to me, lad. Nothing would've stopped me. I'd have come arunning an... . "

A look in Paul's eyes stopped hi... . the hard, weighing stare.

Gurney sighed. "Sure, and there'd have been those who wondered why Gurney Halleck went arunning, and some would've done more than question. They'd have gone hunting for answers."

Paul nodded, glanced to the waiting Fremen around the...he looks of curious appraisal on the faces of the Fedaykin. He turned from the death commandos back to Gurney. Finding his former swordmaster filled him with elation. He saw it a...ood omen...ign that he was on the course of the future where all was well.

With Gurney at my sid... .

Paul glanced down the ridge past the Fedaykin, studied the smuggler crew who had come with Halleck.

"How do your men stand, Gurney?" he asked.

"They're smugglers all," Gurney said. "They stand where the profit is."

"Little enough profit in our venture," Paul said, and he noted the subtle finger signal flashed to him by Gurney's right han...he old hand code out of their past. There were men to fear and distrust in the smuggler crew.

Paul pulled at his lip to indicate he understood, looked up at the men standing guard above them on the rocks. He saw Stilgar there. Memory of the unsolved problem with Stilgar cooled some of Paul's elation.

"Stilgar," he said, "this is Gurney Halleck of whom you've heard me speak. My father's master-of-arms, one of the swordmasters who instructed me, an old friend. He can be trusted in any venture."

"I hear," Stilgar said. "You are his Duke."

Paul stared at the dark visage above him, wondering at the reasons which had impelled Stilgar to say just that. His Duk...here had bee...trange subtle intonation in Stilgar's voice, as though he would rather have said something else. And that wasn't like Stilgar, who wa...eader of Fremen...an who spoke his mind.

My Duke! Gurney thought. He looked anew at Paul. Yes, with Leto dead, the title fell on Paul's shoulders .

The pattern of the Fremen war on Arrakis began to take on new shape in Gurney's mind. My Duke...lace that had been dead within him began coming alive. Only part of his awareness focused on Paul's ordering the smuggler crew disarmed until they could be questioned.

Gurney's mind returned to the command when he heard some of his men protesting. He shook his head, whirled. "Are you men deaf?" he barked. "This is the rightful Duke of Arrakis. Do as he commands."

Grumbling, the smugglers submitted.

Paul moved up beside Gurney, spoke i...ow voice. "I'd not have expected you to walk into this trap, Gurney."

"I'm properly chastened," Gurney said. "I'll wager yon patch of spice is little more tha...and grain's thickness...ait to lure us."

"That'...ager you'd win," Paul said. He looked down at the men being disarmed. "Are there any more of my father's men among your crew?"

"None. We're spread thin. There'r...ew among the free traders. Most have spent their profits to leave this place."

"But you stayed."

"I stayed."

"Because Rabban is here," Paul said.

"I though...ad nothing left but revenge," Gurney said.

An oddly chopped cry sounded from the ridgetop. Gurney looked up to se...remen waving his kerchief.

"A maker comes," Paul said. He moved out t...oint of rock with Gurney following, looked off to the southwest. The burrow mound o...orm could be seen in the middle distance...ust-crowned track that cut directly through the dunes o...ourse toward the ridge.

"He's big enough," Paul said.

A clattering sound lifted from the factory crawler below them. It turned on its treads lik...iant insect, lumbered toward the rocks.

"Too bad we couldn't have saved the carryall," Paul said.

Gurney glanced at him, looked back to the patches of smoke and debris out on the desert where carryall and ornithopters had been brought down by Fremen rockets. He fel...udden pang for the men lost ther...is men, and he said: "Your father would've been more concerned for the men he couldn't save."

Paul sho...ard stare at him, lowered his gaze. Presently, he said: "They were your friends, Gurney...nderstand. To us, though, they were trespassers who might see things they shouldn't see. You must understand that."

"I understand it well enough," Gurney said. "Now, I'm curious to see wha...houldn't."

Paul looked up to see the old and well-remembered wolfish grin on Halleck's face, the ripple of the inkvine scar along the man's jaw.

Gurney nodded toward the desert below them. Fremen were going about their business all over the landscape. It struck him that none of them appeared worried by the approach of the worm.

A thumping sounded from the open dunes beyond the baited patch of spic... deep drumming that seemed to be heard through their feet. Gurney saw Fremen spread out across the sand there in the path of the worm.

The worm came on like some great sandfish, cresting the surface, its rings rippling and twisting. I...oment, from his vantage point above the desert, Gurney saw the taking o...or...he daring leap of the first hookman, the turning of the creature, the way an entire band of men went up the scaly, glistening curve of the worm's side.

"There's one of the things you shouldn't have seen," Paul said.

"There's been stories and rumors," Gurney said. "But it's no...hing easy to believe without seeing it." He shook his head. "The creature all men on Arrakis fear, you treat it lik...iding animal."

"You heard my father speak of desert power," Paul said. "There it is. The surface of this planet is ours. No storm nor creature nor condition can stop us."

U...urney thought. He means the Fremen. He speaks of himself as one of the...gain, Gurney looked at the spice blue in Paul's eyes. His own eyes, he knew, ha...ouch of the color, but smugglers could get offworld foods and there wa...ubtle caste implication in the tone of the eyes among them. They spoke of "the touch of the spicebrush" to mea...an had gone too native. And there was alway...int of distrust in the idea.

"There wa...ime when we did not ride the maker in the light of day in these latitudes," Paul said. "But Rabban has little enough air cover left that he can waste it looking fo...ew specks in the sand." He looked at Gurney. "Your aircraft wer...hock to us here."

To u... . to u... .

Gurney shook his head to drive out such thoughts. "We weren't the shock to you that you were to us," he said.

"What's the talk of Rabban in the sinks and villages?" Paul asked.

"They say they've fortified the graben villages to the point where you cannot harm them. They say they need only sit inside their defenses while you wear yourselves out in futile attack."

"I...ord," Paul said, "they're immobilized."

"While you can go where you will," Gurney said.

"It'...acti...earned from you," Paul said. "They've lost the initiative, which means they've lost the war."

Gurney smiled...low, knowing expression.

"Our enemy is exactly wher...ant him to be," Paul said. He glanced at Gurney. "Well, Gurney, do you enlist with me for the finish of this campaign?"

"Enlist?" Gurney stared at him. "My Lord, I've never left your service. You're the only one left m... . to think you dead. And I, being cast adrift, made what shrif...ould, waiting for the momen...ight sell my life for what it's wort...he death of Rabban."

An embarrassed silence settled over Paul.

A woman came climbing up the rocks toward them, her eyes between stillsuit hood and facemask flicking between Paul and his companion. She stopped in front of Paul. Gurney noted the possessive air about her, the way she stood close to Paul.

"Chani," Paul said, "this is Gurney Halleck. You've heard me speak of him."

She looked at Halleck, back to Paul. "I have heard."

"Where did the men go on the maker?" Paul asked.

"They but diverted it to give us time to save the equipment."

"Well the... ." Paul broke off, sniffed the air.

"There's wind coming," Chani said.

A voice called out from the ridgetop above them: "Ho, ther...he wind!"

Gurney sa...uickening of motion among the Fremen no... rushing about and sense of hurry...hing the worm had not ignited was brought about by fear of the wind. The factory crawler lumbered up onto the dry beach below them an...ay was opened for it among the rock... . and the rocks closed behind it so neatly that the passage escaped his eyes.

"Have you many such hiding places?" Gurney asked.

"Many times many," Paul said. He looked at Chani. "Find Korba. Tell him that Gurney has warned me there are men among this smuggler crew who're not to be trusted."

She looked once at Gurney, back to Paul, nodded, and was off down the rocks, leaping wit...azelle-like agility.

"She is your woman," Gurney said.

"The mother of my firstborn," Paul said. "There's another Leto among the Atreides."

Gurney accepted this with onl...idening of the eyes.

Paul watched the action around them wit...ritical eye...urry color dominated the southern sky now and there came fitful bursts and gusts of wind that whipped dust around their heads.

"Seal your suit," Paul said. And he fastened the mask and hood about his face.

Gurney obeyed, thankful for the filters.

Paul spoke, his voice muffled by the filter: "Which of your crew don't you trust, Gurney?"

"There're some new recruits," Gurney said. "Offworlder... . " He hesitated, wondering at himself suddenly. Offworlder...he word had come so easily to his tongue.

"Yes?" Paul said.

"They're not like the usual fortune-hunting lot we get," Gurney said. "They're tougher."

"Harkonnen spies?" Paul asked.

"I think m'Lord, that they report to no Harkonnen...uspect they're men of the Imperial service. They hav...int of Salusa Secundus about them."

Paul sho...harp glance at him. "Sardaukar?"

Gurney shrugged. "They could be, but it's well masked."

Paul nodded, thinking how easily Gurney had fallen back into the pattern of Atreides retaine... . but with subtle reservation... . differences. Arrakis had changed him, too.

Two hooded Fremen emerged from the broken rock below them, began climbing upward. One of them carrie...arge black bundle over one shoulder.

"Where are my crew now?" Gurney asked.

"Secure in the rocks below us," Paul said. "We'v...ave her...ave of Birds. We'll decide what to do with them after the storm."

A voice called from above them: "Muad'Dib!"

Paul turned at the call, sa...remen guard motioning them down to the cave. Paul signaled he had heard.

Gurney studying him wit...ew expression. "You're Muad'Dib?" he asked. "You're the will-o'-the-sand?"

"It's my Fremen name," Paul said.

Gurney turned away, feeling an oppressive sense of foreboding. Half his own crew dead on the sand, the others captive. He did not care about the new recruits, the suspicious ones, but among the others were good men, friends, people for whom he felt responsible. "We'll decide what to do with them after the storm ." That's what Paul had said, Muad'Dib had said. And Gurney recalled the stories told of Muad'Dib, the Lisan al-Gai...ow he had taken the skin o...arkonnen officer to make his drumheads, how he was surrounded by death commandos, Fedaykin who leaped into battle with their death chants on their lips.

Him .

The two Fremen climbing up the rocks leaped lightly t...helf in front of Paul. The dark-faced one said: "All secure, Muad'Dib. We best get below now."

"Right."

Gurney noted the tone of the man's voic...alf command and half request. This was the man called Stilgar, another figure of the new Fremen legends.

Paul looked at the bundle the other man carried, said: "Korba, what's in the bundle?"

Stilgar answered: " 'Twas in the crawler. It had the initial of your friend here and it contain...aliset. Many times hav...eard you speak of the prowess of Gurney Halleck on the baliset."

Gurney studied the speaker, seeing the edge of black beard above the stillsuit mask, the hawk stare, the chiseled nose.

"You'v...ompanion who thinks, m'Lord," Gurney said. "Thank you, Stilgar."

Stilgar signaled for his companion to pass the bundle to Gurney, said: "Thank your Lord Duke. His countenance earns your admittance here."

Gurney accepted the bundle, puzzled by the hard undertones in this conversation. There was an air of challenge about the man, and Gurney wondered if it could b...eeling of jealousy in the Fremen. Here was someone called Gurney Halleck who'd known Paul even in the times before Arrakis...an who share...amaraderie that Stilgar could never invade.

"You are two I'd have be friends," Paul said.

"Stilgar, the Fremen, i...ame of renown," Gurney said. "Any killer of Harkonnens I'd feel honored to count among my friends."

"Will you touch hands with my friend Gurney Halleck, Stilgar?" Paul asked.

Slowly, Stilgar extended his hand, gripped the heavy calluses of Gurney's swordhand. "There're few who haven't heard the name of Gurney Halleck," he said, and released his grip. He turned to Paul. "The storm comes rushing."

"At once," Paul said.

Stilgar turned away, led them down through the rocks...wisting and turning path int...hadowed cleft that admitted them to the low entrance o...ave. Men hurried to faste...oorseal behind them. Glowglobes showe...road, dome-ceilinged space wit...aised ledge on one side an...assage leading off from it.

Paul leaped to the ledge with Gurney right behind him, led the way into the passage. The others headed for another passage opposite the entrance. Paul led the way through an anteroom and int...hamber with dark, wine-colored hangings on its walls.

"We can have some privacy here fo...hile," Paul said. "The others will respect m.."

An alarm cymbal clanged from the outer chamber, was followed by shouting and clashing of weapons. Paul whirled, ran back through the anteroom and out onto the atrium lip above the outer chamber. Gurney was right behind, weapon drawn.

Beneath them on the floor of the cave swirle...elee of struggling figures. Paul stood an instant assessing the scene, separating the Fremen robes and bourkas from the costumes of those they opposed. Senses that his mother had trained to detect the most subtle clues picked ou...ignificant fac...he Fremen fought against men wearing smuggler robes, but the smugglers were crouched in trios, backed into triangles where pressed.

That habit of close fighting wa...rademark of the Imperial Sardaukar.

A Fedaykin in the crowd saw Paul, and his battlecry was lifted to echo in the chamber: "Muad'Dib! Muad'Dib! Muad'Dib!"

Another eye had also picked Paul out...lack knife came hurtling toward him. Paul dodged, heard the knife clatter against stone behind him, glanced to see Gurney retrieve it.

The triangular knots were being pressed back now.

Gurney held the knife up in front of Paul's eyes, pointed to the hairline yellow coil of Imperial color, the golden lion crest, multifaceted eyes at the pommel.

Sardaukar for certain.

Paul stepped out to the lip of the ledge. Only three of the Sardaukar remained. Bloody rag mounds of Sardaukar and Fremen lay i...wisted pattern across the chamber.

"Hold!" Paul shouted. "The Duke Paul Atreides commands you to hold!"

The fighting wavered, hesitated.

"You Sardaukar!" Paul called to the remaining group. "By whose orders do you threate...uling Duke?" And, quickly, as his men started to press in around the Sardaukar: "Hold...ay!"

One of the cornered trio straightened. "Who says we're Sardaukar?" he demanded.

Paul took the knife from Gurney, held it aloft. "This says you're Sardaukar."

"Then who says you'r...uling Duke?" the man demanded.

Paul gestured to the Fedaykin. "These men say I'...uling Duke. Your own emperor bestowed Arrakis on House Atreides...m House Atreides."

The Sardaukar stood silent, fidgeting.

Paul studied the ma...all, flat-featured, wit...ale scar across half his left cheek. Anger and confusion were betrayed in his manner, but still there was that pride about him without whic...ardaukar appeared undresse...nd with which he could appear fully clothed though naked.

Paul glanced to one of his Fedaykin lieutenants, said: "Korba, how came they to have weapons?"

"They held back knives concealed in cunning pockets within their stillsuits," the lieutenant said.

Paul surveyed the dead and wounded across the chamber, brought his attention back to the lieutenant. There was no need for words. The lieutenant lowered his eyes.

"Where is Chani?" Paul asked and waited, breath held, for the answer.

"Stilgar spirited her aside." He nodded toward the other passage, glanced at the dead and wounded. "I hold myself responsible for this mistake, Muad'Dib."

"How many of these Sardaukar were there, Gurney?" Paul asked.

"Ten."

Paul leaped lightly to the floor of the chamber, strode across to stand within striking distance of the Sardaukar spokesman.

A tense air came over the Fedaykin. They did not like him thus exposed to danger. This was the thing they were pledged to prevent because the Fremen wished to preserve the wisdom of Muad'Dib.

Without turning, Paul spoke to his lieutenant: "How many are our casualties?"

"Four wounded, two dead, Muad'Dib."

Paul saw motion beyond the Sardaukar, Chani and Stilgar were standing in the other passage. He returned his attention to the Sardaukar, staring into the offworld whites of the spokesman's eyes. "You, what is your name?" Paul demanded.

The man stiffened, glanced left and right.

"Don't try it," Paul said. "It's obvious to me that you were ordered to seek out and destroy Muad'Dib. I'll warrant you were the ones suggested seeking spice in the deep desert."

A gasp from Gurney behind him brough...hin smile to Paul's lips.

Blood suffused the Sardaukar's face.

"What you see before you is more than Muad'Dib," Paul said. "Seven of you are dead for two of us. Three for one. Pretty good against Sardaukar, eh?"

The man came up on his toes, sank back as the Fedaykin pressed forward.

"I asked your name," Paul said, and he called up the subtleties of Voice: "Tell me your name!"

"Captain Aramsham, Imperial Sardaukar!" the man snapped. His jaw dropped. He stared at Paul in confusion. The manner about him that had dismissed this cavern a...arbarian warren melted away.

"Well, Captain Aramsham," Paul said, "the Harkonnens would pay dearly to learn what you now know. And the Empero...hat he wouldn't give to learn an Atreides still lives despite his treachery."

The captain glanced left and right at the two men remaining to him. Paul could almost see the thoughts turning over in the man's head. Sardaukar did not submit, but the Emperor had to learn of this threat.

Still using the Voice, Paul said: "Submit, Captain."

The man at the captain's left leaped without warning toward Paul, met the flashing impact of his own captain's knife in his chest. The attacker hit the floor i...odden heap with the knife still in him.

The captain faced his sole remaining companion. "I decide what best serves His Majesty," he said. "Understood?"

The other Sardaukar's shoulders slumped.

"Drop your weapon," the captain said.

The Sardaukar obeyed.

The captain returned his attention to Paul. "I have kille...riend for you," he said. "Let us always remember that."

"You're my prisoners," Paul said. "You submitted to me. Whether you live or die is of no importance." He motioned to his guard to take the two Sardaukar, signaled the lieutenant who had searched the prisoners.

The guard moved in, hustled the Sardaukar away.

Paul bent toward his lieutenant.

"Muad'Dib," the man said. "I failed you i... . "

"The failure was mine, Korba," Paul said. "I should've warned you what to seek. In the future, when searching Sardaukar, remember this. Remember, too, that each ha...alse toenail or two that can be combined with other items secreted about their bodies to make an effective transmitter. They'll have more than one false tooth. They carry coils of shigawire in their hai...o fine you can barely detect it, yet strong enough to garrot...an and cut off his head in the process. With Sardaukar, you must scan them, scope the...oth reflex and hard ra...ut off every scrap of body hair. And when you're through, be certain you haven't discovered everything."

He looked up at Gurney, who had moved close to listen.

"Then we best kill them," the lieutenant said.

Paul shook his head, still looking at Gurney. "No...ant them to escape." Gurney stared at him.

"Sir... . " he breathed.

"Yes?"

"Your man here is right. Kill those prisoners at once. Destroy all evidence of them. You've shamed Imperial Sardaukar! When the Emperor learns that he'll not rest until he has you ove...low fire."

"The Emperor's not likely to have that power over me," Paul said. He spoke slowly, coldly. Something had happened inside him while he faced the Sardaukar...um of decisions had accumulated in his awareness. "Gurney," he said, "are there many Guildsmen around Rabban?"

Gurney straightened, eyes narrowed. "Your question makes n... . "

"Are there?" Paul barked.

"Arrakis is crawling with Guild agents. They're buying spice as though it were the most precious thing in the universe. Why else do you think we ventured this far int... . "

"It is the most precious thing in the universe," Paul said. "To them."

He looked toward Stilgar and Chani who were now crossing the chamber toward him. "And we control it, Gurney."

"The Harkonnens control it!" Gurney protested.

"The people who can destro...hing, they control it," Paul said. He wave...and to silence further remarks from Gurney, nodded to Stilgar who stopped in front of Paul, Chani beside him.

Paul took the Sardaukar knife in his left hand, presented it to Stilgar. "You live for the good of the tribe," Paul said. "Could you draw my life's blood with that knife?"

"For the good of the tribe," Stilgar growled.

"Then use that knife," Paul said.

"Are you calling me out?" Stilgar demanded.

"I...o," Paul said, "I shall stand there without weapon and let you slay me."

Stilgar drew i...uick, sharp breath.

Chani said, "Usul!" then glanced at Gurney, back to Paul.

While Stilgar was still weighing his words, Paul said: "You are Stilgar...ighting man. When the Sardaukar began fighting here, you were not in the front of battle. Your first thought was to protect Chani."

"She's my niece," Stilgar said. "If there'd been any doubt of your Fedaykin handling those scu... . "

"Why was your first thought of Chani?" Paul demanded.

"It wasn't!"

"Oh?"

"It was of you," Stilgar admitted.

"Do you think you could lift your hand against me?" Paul asked. Stilgar began to tremble. "It's the way," he muttered.

"It's the way to kill offworld strangers found in the desert and take their water a...ift from Shai-hulud," Paul said. "Yet you permitted two such to live one night, my mother and myself."

As Stilgar remained silent, trembling, staring at him, Paul said: "Ways change, Stil. You have changed them yourself."

Stilgar looked down at the yellow emblem on the knife he held.

"Whe...m Duke in Arrakeen with Chani by my side, do you think I'll have time to concern myself with every detail of governing Tabr sietch?" Paul asked. "Do you concern yourself with the internal problems of every family?"

Stilgar continued staring at the knife.

"Do you thin...ish to cut off my right arm?" Paul demanded.

Slowly, Stilgar looked up at him.

"You!" Paul said. "Do you thin...ish to deprive myself or the tribe of your wisdom and strength?"

I...ow voice, Stilgar said: "The young man of my tribe whose name is known to me, this young ma...ould kill on the challenge floor, Shai-hulud willing. The Lisan al-Gaib, hi...ould not harm. You knew this when you handed me this knife."

"I knew it," Paul agreed.

Stilgar opened his hand. The knife clattered against the stone of the floor. "Ways change," he said.

"Chani," Paul said, "go to my mother, send her here that her counsel will be available i.."

"But you said we would go to the south!" she protested.

"I was wrong," he said. "The Harkonnens are not there. The war is not there."

She too...eep breath, accepting this a...esert woman accepted all necessities in the midst o...ife involved with death.

"You will give my mothe...essage for her ears alone," Paul said. "Tell her that Stilgar acknowledges me Duke of Arrakis, bu...ay must be found to make the young men accept this without combat."

Chani glanced at Stilgar.

"Do as he says," Stilgar growled. "We both know he could overcome m... . an...ould not raise my hand against hi... . for the good of the tribe."

"I shall return with your mother," Chani said.

"Send her," Paul said. "Stilgar's instinct was right...m stronger when you are safe. You will remain in the sietch."

She started to protest, swallowed it.

"Sihaya," Paul said, using his intimate name for her. He whirled away to the right, met Gurney's glaring eyes.

The interchange between Paul and the older Fremen had passed as though i...loud around Gurney since Paul's reference to his mother.

"Your mother," Gurney said.

" Idaho saved us the night of the raid," Paul said, distracted by the parting with Chani. "Right now we'v.."

"What of Duncan Idaho, m'Lord?" Gurney asked.

......QQ "He's dea...uying u...it of time to escape."

The she-witch alive! Gurney thought. The on...wore vengeance against, alive! And it's obvious Duke Paul doesn't know what manner of creature gave him birth. The evil one! Betrayed his own father to the Harkonnens!

Paul pressed past him, jumped up to the ledge. He glanced back, noted that the wounded and dead had been removed, and he thought bitterly that here was another chapter in the legend of Paul Muad'Dib...idn't even draw my knife, but it'll be said of this day tha...lew twenty Sardaukar by my own hand .

Gurney followed with Stilgar, stepping on ground that he did not even feel. The cavern with its yellow light of glowglobes was forced out of his thoughts by rage. The she-witch alive while those she betrayed are bones in lonesome graves...ust contrive it that Paul learns the truth about her befor...lay her .

How often it is that the angry man rages denial of what his inner self is telling him.

- "The Collected Sayings of Muad'Dib" by the Princess Irulan

The crowd in the cavern assembly chamber radiated that pack feeling Jessica had sensed the day Paul killed Jamis. There was murmuring nervousness in the voices. Little cliques gathered like knots among the robes.

Jessica tucke...essage cylinder beneath her robe as she emerged to the ledge from Paul's private quarters. She felt rested after the long journey up from the south, but still rankled that Paul would not yet permit them to use the captured ornithopters.

"We do not have full control of the air," he had said. "And we must not become dependent upon offworld fuel. Both fuel and aircraft must be gathered and saved for the day of maximum effort."

Paul stood wit...roup of the younger men near the ledge. The pale light of glowglobes gave the scen...inge of unreality. It was lik...ableau, but with the added dimension of warren smells, the whispers, the sounds of shuffling feet.

She studied her son, wondering why he had not yet trotted out his surpris...urney Halleck. Thought of Gurney disturbed her with its memories of an easier pas...ays of love and beauty with Paul's father.

Stilgar waited wit...mall group of his own at the other end of the ledge. There wa...eeling of inevitable dignity about him, the way he stood without talking.

We must not lose that ma...essica thought. Paul's plan must work. Anything else would be highest tragedy .

She strode down the ledge, passing Stilgar withou...lance, stepped down into the crowd...ay was made for her as she headed toward Paul. And silence followed her.

She knew the meaning of the silenc...he unspoken questions of the people, awe of the Reverend Mother.

The young men drew back from Paul as she came up to him, and she found herself momentarily dismayed by the new deference they paid him. "All men beneath your position covet your station ," went the Bene Gesserit axiom. But she found no covetousness in these faces. They were held a...istance by the religious ferment around Paul's leadership. And she recalled another Bene Gesserit saying: "Prophets hav...ay of dying by violence ."

Paul looked at her.

"It's time," she said, and passed the message cylinder to him.

One of Paul's companions, bolder than the others, glanced across at Stilgar, said: "Are you going to call him out, Muad'Dib? Now's the time for sure. They'll think yo...oward if yo.."

"Who dares call me coward?" Paul demanded. His hand flashed to his crysknife hilt.

Bated silence came over the group, spreading out into the crowd.

"There's work to do," Paul said as the man drew back from him. Paul turned away, shouldered through the crowd to the ledge, leaped lightly up to it and faced the people.

"Do it!" someone shrieked.

Murmurs and whispers arose behind the shriek.

Paul waited for silence. It came slowly amidst scattered shufflings and coughs. When it was quiet in the cavern, Paul lifted his chin, spoke i...oice that carried to the farthest corners.

"You are tired of waiting," Paul said.

Again, he waited while the cries of response died out.

Indeed, they are tired of waitin...aul thought. He hefted the message cylinder, thinking of what it contained. His mother had showed it to him, explaining how it had been taken fro...arkonnen courier.

The message was explicit: Rabban was being abandoned to his own resources here on Arrakis! He could not call for help or reinforcements!

Again, Paul raised his voice: "You think it's tim...alled out Stilgar and changed the leadership of the troops!" Before they could respond, Paul hurled his voice at them in anger: "Do you think the Lisan al-Gaib that stupid?"

There was stunned silence.

He's accepting the religious mantl...essica thought. He must not do it!

"It's the way!" someone shouted.

Paul spoke dryly, probing the emotional undercurrents. "Ways change."

An angry voice lifted fro...orner of the cavern: "We'll say what's to change!"

There were scattered shouts of agreement through the throng.

"As you wish," Paul said.

And Jessica heard the subtle intonations as he used the powers of Voice she had taught him.

"You will say," he agreed. "But first you will hear my say."

Stilgar moved along the ledge, his bearded face impassive. "That is the way, too," he said. "The voice of any Fremen may be heard in Council. Paul-Muad'Dib i...remen."

"The good of the tribe, that is the most important thing, eh?" Paul asked.

Still with that flat-voiced dignity, Stilgar said: "Thus our steps are guided."

"All right," Paul said. "Then, who rules this troop of our trib...nd who rules all the tribes and troops through the fighting instructors we've trained in the weirding way?"

Paul waited, looking over the heads of the throng. No answer came.

Presently, he said: "Does Stilgar rule all this? He says himself that he does not. D...ule? Even Stilgar does my bidding on occasion, and the sages, the wisest of the wise, listen to me and honor me in Council."

There was shuffling silence among the crowd.

"So," Paul said. "Does my mother rule?" He pointed down to Jessica in her black robes of office among them. "Stilgar and all the other troop leaders ask her advice in almost every major decision. You know this. But doe...everend Mother walk the sand or lea...azzia against the Harkonnens?"

Frowns creased the foreheads of those Paul could see, but still there were angry murmurs.

This i...angerous way to do i...essica thought, but she remembered the message cylinder and what it implied. And she saw Paul's intent: Go right to the depth of their uncertainty, dispose of that, and all the rest must follow.

"No man recognizes leadership without the challenge and the combat, eh?" Paul asked.

"That's the way!" someone shouted.

"What's our goal?" Paul asked. "To unseat Rabban, the Harkonnen beast, and remake our world int...lace where we may raise our families in happiness amidst an abundance of wate...s this our goal?"

"Hard tasks need hard ways," someone shouted.

"Do you smash your knife befor...attle?" Paul demanded. "I say this as fact, not meaning it as boast or challenge: there isn'...an here, Stilgar included, who could stand against me in single combat. This is Stilgar's own admission. He knows it, so do you all."

Again, the angry mutters lifted from the crowd.

"Many of you have been with me on the practice floor," Paul said. "You know this isn't idle boast...ay it because it's fact known to us all, and I'd be foolish not to see it for myself...egan training in these ways earlier than you did and my teachers were tougher than any you've ever seen. How else do you thin...ested Jamis at an age when your boys are still fighting only mock battles?"

He's using the Voice wel...essica thought, but that's not enough with these people. They've good insulation against vocal control. He must catch them also with logic .

"So," Paul said, "we come to this." He lifted the message cylinder, removed its scrap of tape. "This was taken fro...arkonnen courier. Its authenticity is beyond question. It is addressed to Rabban. It tells him that his request for new troops is denied, that his spice harvest is far below quota, that he must wring more spice from Arrakis with the people he has."

Stilgar moved up beside Paul.

"How many of you see what this means?" Paul asked. "Stilgar saw it immediately."

"They're cut off!" someone shouted.

Paul pushed message and cylinder into his sash. From his neck he too...raided shigawire cord and remove...ing from the cord, holding the ring aloft.

"This was my father's ducal signet," he said. "I swore never to wear it again unti...as ready to lead my troops over all of Arrakis and claim it as my rightful fief." He put the ring on his finger, clenched his fist.

Utter stillness gripped the cavern.

"Who rules here?" Paul asked. He raised his fist. "I rule here...ule on every square inch of Arrakis! This is my ducal fief whether the Emperor says yea or nay! He gave it to my father and it comes to me through my father!"

Paul lifted himself onto his toes, settled back to his heels. He studied the crowd, feeling their temper.

Almos...e thought.

"There are men here who will hold positions of importance on Arrakis whe...laim those Imperial rights which are mine," Paul said. "Stilgar is one of those men. Not becaus...ish to bribe him! Not out of gratitude, though I'm one of many here who owe him life for life. No! But because he's wise and strong. Because he governs this troop by his own intelligence and not just by rules. Do you think me stupid? Do you think I'll cut off my right arm and leave it bloody on the floor of this cavern just to provide you wit...ircus?"

Paul swep...ard gaze across the throng. "Who is there here to say I'm not the rightful ruler on Arrakis? Mus...rove it by leaving every Fremen tribe in the erg withou...eader?"

Beside Paul, Stilgar stirred, looked at him questioningly.

"Wil...ubtract from our strength when we need it most?" Paul asked. "I am your ruler, an...ay to you that it is time we stopped killing off our best men and started killing our real enemie...he Harkonnens!"

In one blurred motion, Stilgar had his crysknife out and pointed over the heads of the throng. "Long live Duke Paul-Muad'Dib!" he shouted.

A deafening roar filled the cavern, echoed and re-echoed. They were cheering and chanting: "Ya hya chouhada! Muad'Dib! Muad'Dib! Muad'Dib! Ya hya chouhada!"

Jessica translated it to herself: "Long live the fighters of Muad'Dib! " The scene she and Paul and Stilgar had cooked up between them had worked as they'd planned.

The tumult died slowly.

When silence was restored, Paul faced Stilgar, said: "Kneel, Stilgar."

Stilgar dropped to his knees on the ledge.

"Hand me your crysknife," Paul said.

Stilgar obeyed.

This was not as we planned i...essica thought.

"Repeat after me, Stilgar," Paul said, and he called up the words of investiture as he had heard his own father use them. "I, Stilgar, take this knife from the hands of my Duke."

"I, Stilgar, take this knife from the hands of my Duke," Stilgar said, and accepted the milky blade from Paul.

"Where my Duke commands, there shal...lace this blade," Paul said.

Stilgar repeated the words, speaking slowly and solemnly.

Remembering the source of the rite, Jessica blinked back tears, shook her head...now the reasons for thi...he thought...houldn't let it stir me .

"I dedicate this blade to the cause of my Duke and the death of his enemies for as long as our blood shall flow," Paul said.

Stilgar repeated it after him.

"Kiss the blade," Paul ordered.

Stilgar obeyed, then, in the Fremen manner, kissed Paul's knife arm. A...od from Paul, he sheathed the blade, got to his feet.

A sighing whisper of awe passed through the crowd, and Jessica heard the words: "The prophec... Bene Gesserit shall show the way an...everend Mother shall see it." And, from farther away: "She shows us through her son!"

"Stilgar leads this tribe," Paul said. "Let no man mistake that. He commands with my voice. What he tells you, it is as thoug...old you."

Wis...essica thought. The tribal commander must lose no face among those who should obey him .

Paul lowered his voice, said: "Stilgar...ant sandwalkers out this night and cielagos sent to summo...ouncil Gathering. When you've sent them, bring Chatt, Korba and Otheym and two other lieutenants of your own choosing. Bring them to my quarters for battle planning. We must hav...ictory to show the Council of Leaders when they arrive."

Paul nodded for his mother to accompany him, led the way down off the ledge and through the throng toward the central passage and the living chambers that had been prepared there. As Paul pressed through the crowd, hands reached out to touch him. Voices called out to him.

"My knife goes where Stilgar commands it, Paul-Muad'Dib! Let us fight soon, Paul-Muad'Dib! Let us wet our world with the blood of Harkonnens!"

Feeling the emotions of the throng, Jessica sensed the fighting edge of these people. They could not be more ready. We are taking them at the cres...he thought.

In the inner chamber, Paul motioned his mother to be seated, said: "Wait here." And he ducked through the hangings to the side passage.

It was quiet in the chamber after Paul had gone, so quiet behind the hangings that not even the faint soughing of the wind pumps that circulated air in the sietch penetrated to where she sat.

He is going to bring Gurney Halleck her...he thought. And she wondered at the strange mingling of emotions that filled her. Gurney and his music had bee...art of so many pleasant times on Caladan before the move to Arrakis. She felt that Caladan had happened to some other person. In the nearly three years since then, she had become another person. Having to confront Gurney force...eassessment of the changes.

Paul's coffee service, the fluted alloy of silver and jasmium that he had inherited from Jamis, rested o...ow table to her right. She stared at it, thinking of how many hands had touched that metal. Chani had served Paul from it within the month.

What can his desert woman do fo...uke except serve him coffee? she asked herself. She brings him no power, no family. Paul has only one major chanc...o ally himself wit...owerful Great House, perhaps even with the Imperial family. There are marriageable princesses, after all, and every one of them Bene Gesserit trained .

Jessica imagined herself leaving the rigors of Arrakis for the life of power and security she could know as mother o...oyal consort. She glanced at the thick hangings that obscured the rock of this cavern cell, thinking of how she had come her...iding amids...ost of worms, the palanquins and pack platforms piled high with necessities for the coming campaign.

As long as Chani lives, Paul will not see his dut...essica thought. She has given hi...on and that is enough .

A sudden longing to see her grandson, the child whose likeness carried so much of the grandfather's feature...o like Leto, swept through her. Jessica placed her palms against her cheeks, began the ritual breathing that stilled emotion and clarified the mind, then bent forward from the waist in the devotional exercise that prepared the body for the mind's demands.

Paul's choice of this Cave of Birds as his command post could not be questioned, she knew. It was ideal. And to the north lay Wind Pass opening ont...rotected village i...liff-walled sink. It wa...ey village, home of artisans and technicians, maintenance center for an entire Harkonnen defensive sector.

A cough sounded outside the chamber hangings. Jessica straightened, too...eep breath, exhaled slowly. "Enter," she said.

Draperies were flung aside and Gurney Halleck bounded into the room. She had only time fo...limpse of his face with its odd grimace, then he was behind her, lifting her to her feet with one brawny arm beneath her chin.

"Gurney, you fool, what are you doing?" she demanded.

Then she felt the touch of the knife tip against her back. Chill awareness spread out from that knife tip. She knew in that instant that Gurney meant to kill her. Why? She could think of no reason, for he wasn't the kind to turn traitor. But she felt certain of his intention. Knowing it, her mind churned. Here was no man to be overcome easily. Here wa...iller wary of the Voice, wary of every combat stratagem, wary of every trick of death and violence. Here was an instrument she herself had helped train with subtle hints and suggestions.

"You thought you had escaped, eh, witch?" Gurney snarled.

Before she could turn the question over in her mind or try to answer, the curtains parted and Paul entered.

"Here he is, Mot..." Paul broke off, taking in the tensions of the scene.

"You will stand where you are, m'Lord," Gurney said.

"Wha... . " Paul shook his head.

Jessica started to speak, felt the arm tighten against her throat.

"You will speak only whe...ermit it, witch," Gurney said. "I want only one thing from you for your son to hear it, an...m prepared to send this knife into your heart by reflex at the first sign o...ounter against me. Your voice will remain i...onotone. Certain muscles you will not tense or move. You will act with the most extreme caution to gain yoursel...ew more seconds of life. An...ssure you, these are all you have."

Paul too...tep forward. "Gurney, man, what i.."

"Stop right where you are!" Gurney snapped. "One more step and she's dead."

Paul's hand slipped to his knife hilt. He spoke i...eadly quiet: "You had best explain yourself, Gurney."

"I swore an oath to slay the betrayer of your father," Gurney said. "Do you thin...an forget the man who rescued me fro...arkonnen slave pit, gave me freedom, life, and hono... . gave me friendship...hin...rized above all else...ave his betrayer under my knife. No one can stop me fro.."

"You couldn't be more wrong, Gurney," Paul said.

And Jessica thought: So that's it! What irony!

"Wrong, am I?" Gurney demanded. "Let us hear it from the woman herself. And let her remember tha...ave bribed and spied and cheated to confirm this charge. I've even pushed semuta o...arkonnen guard captain to get part of the story."

Jessica felt the arm at her throat ease slightly, but before she could speak, Paul said: "The betrayer was Yueh...ell you this once, Gurney. The evidence is complete, cannot be controverted. It was Yueh...o not care how you came by your suspicio...or it can be nothing els...ut if you harm my mothe... . " Paul lifted his crysknife from its scabbard, held the blade in front of him. "... I'll have your blood."

"Yueh wa...onditioned medic, fit fo...oyal house," Gurney snarled. "He could not turn traitor!"

"I kno...ay to remove that conditioning," Paul said.

"Evidence," Gurney insisted.

"The evidence is not here," Paul said. "It's in Tabr sietch, far to the south, but i.."

"This i...rick," Gurney snarled, and his arm tightened on Jessica's throat.

"No trick, Gurney," Paul said, and his voice carried suc...ote of terrible sadness that the sound tore at Jessica's heart.

"I saw the message captured from the Harkonnen agent," Gurney said. "The note pointed directly a.."

"I saw it, too," Paul said. "My father showed it to me the night he explained why it had to b...arkonnen trick aimed at making him suspect the woman he loved."

"Ayah!" Gurney said. "You've no.."

"Be quiet," Paul said, and the monotone stillness of his words carried more command than Jessica had ever heard in another voice.

He has the Great Contro...he thought.

Gurney's arm trembled against her neck. The point of the knife at her back moved with uncertainty.

"What you have not done," Paul said, "is heard my mother sobbing in the night over her lost Duke. You have not seen her eyes stab flame when she speaks of killing Harkonnens."

So he has listene...he thought. Tears blinded her eyes .

"What you have not done," Paul went on, "is remembered the lessons you learned i...arkonnen slave pit. You speak of pride in my father's friendship! Didn't you learn the difference between Harkonnen and Atreides so that you could smel...arkonnen trick by the stink they left on it? Didn't you learn that Atreides loyalty is bought with love while the Harkonnen coin is hate? Couldn't you see through to the very nature of this betrayal?"

"But Yueh?" Gurney muttered.

"The evidence we have is Yueh's own message to us admitting his treachery," Paul said. "I swear this to you by the lov...old for you...ov...ill still hold even afte...eave you dead on this floor."

Hearing her son, Jessica marveled at the awareness in him, the penetrating insight of his intelligence.

"My father had an instinct for his friends," Paul said. "He gave his love sparingly, but with never an error. His weakness lay in misunderstanding hatred. He thought anyone who hated Harkonnens could not betray him." He glanced at his mother. "She knows this. I've given her my father's message that he never distrusted her."

Jessica felt herself losing control, bit at her lower lip. Seeing the stiff formality in Paul, she realized what these words were costing him. She wanted to run to him, cradle his head against her breast as she never had done. But the arm against her throat had ceased its trembling; the knifepoint at her back pressed still and sharp.

"One of the most terrible moments i...oy's life," Paul said, "is when he discovers his father and mother are human beings who shar...ove that he can never quite taste. It'...oss, an awakening to the fact that the world is there and here and we are in it alone. The moment carries its own truth; you can't evade it...eard my father when he spoke of my mother. She's not the betrayer, Gurney."

Jessica found her voice, said: "Gurney, release me." There was no special command in the words, no trick to play on his weaknesses, but Gurney's hand fell away. She crossed to Paul, stood in front of him, not touching him.

"Paul," she said, "there are other awakenings in this universe...uddenly see how I've used you and twisted you and manipulated you to set you o...ourse of my choosin... ...ours...ad to choos...f that's any excus...ecause of my own training." She swallowed pas...ump in her throat, looked up into her son's eyes. "Pau... ...ant you to do something for me: choose the course of happiness. Your desert woman, marry her if that's your wish. Defy everyone and everything to do this. But choose your own course... .."

She broke off, stopped by the low sound of muttering behind her.

Gurney!

She saw Paul's eyes directed beyond her, turned.

Gurney stood in the same spot, but had sheathed his knife, pulled the robe away from his breast to expose the slick grayness of an issue stillsuit, the type the smugglers traded for among the sietch warrens.

"Put your knife right here in my breast," Gurney muttered. "I say kill me and have done with it. I've besmirched my name. I've betrayed my own Duke! The fines.."

"Be still!" Paul said.

Gurney stared at him.

"Close that robe and stop acting lik...ool," Paul said. "I've had enough foolishness for one day."

"Kill me...ay!" Gurney raged.

"You know me better than that," Paul said. "How many kinds of an idiot do you thin...m? Mus...o through this with every ma...eed?"

Gurney looked at Jessica, spoke i...orlorn, pleading note so unlike him: "Then you, my Lady, pleas... . you kill me."

Jessica crossed to him, put her hands on his shoulders. "Gurney, why do you insist the Atreides must kill those they love?" Gently, she pulled the spread robe out of his fingers, closed and fastened the fabric over his chest.

Gurney spoke brokenly; "Bu... ... .."

"You thought you were doin...hing for Leto," she said, "and for thi...onor you."

"My Lady," Gurney said. He dropped his chin to his chest, squeezed his eyelids closed against the tears.

"Let us think of this a...isunderstanding among old friends," she said, and Paul heard the soothers, the adjusting tones in her voice. "It's over and we can be thankful we'll never again have that sort of misunderstanding between us."

Gurney opened eyes bright with moisture, looked down at her.

"The Gurney Hallec...new wa...an adept with both blade and baliset," Jessica said. "It was the man of the balise...ost admired. Doesn't that Gurney Halleck remember ho...sed to enjoy listening by the hour while he played for me? Do you still hav...aliset, Gurney?"

"I'v...ew one," Gurney said. "Brought from Chusuk...weet instrument. Plays lik...enuine Varota, though there's no signature on it...hink myself it was made b...tudent of Varota's wh... ." He broke off. "What ca...ay to you, my Lady? Here we prattle abou.."

"Not prattle, Gurney," Paul said. He crossed to stand beside his mother, eye to eye with Gurney. "Not prattle, bu...hing that brings happiness between friends. I'd take i...indness if you'd play for her now. Battle planning can wai...ittle while. We'll not be going into the fight till tomorrow at any rate."

"... . I'll get my baliset," Gurney said. "It's in the passage." He stepped around them and through the hangings.

Paul pu...and on his mother's arm, found that she was trembling.

"It's over, Mother," he said.

Without turning her head, she looked up at him from the corners of her eyes. "Over?"

"Of course. Gurney'... . "

"Gurney? O... . yes." She lowered her gaze.

The hangings rustled as Gurney returned with his baliset. He began tuning it, avoiding their eyes. The hangings on the walls dulled the echoes, making the instrument sound small and intimate.

Paul led his mother t...ushion, seated her there with her back to the thick draperies of the wall. He was suddenly struck by how old she seemed to him with the beginnings of desert-dried lines in her face, the stretching at the corners of her blue-veiled eyes.

She's tire...e thought. We must find some way to ease her burdens .

Gurney strumme...hord.

Paul glanced at him, said: "I'v... . things that need my attention. Wait here for me."

Gurney nodded. His mind seemed far away, as though he dwelled for this moment beneath the open skies of Caladan with cloud fleece on the horizon promising rain.

Paul forced himself to turn away, let himself out through the heavy hangings over the side passage. He heard Gurney take u...une behind him, and pause...oment outside the room to listen to the muted music.

"Orchards and vineyards,

And full-breasted houris,

An...up overflowing before me.

Why d...abble of battles,

And mountains reduced to dust?

Why d...eel these tears?

Heavens stand open

And scatter their riches;

My hands need but gather their wealth.

Why d...hink of an ambush,

And poison in molten cup?

Why d...eel my years?

Love's arms beckon

With their naked delights,

And Eden 's promise of ecstasies.

Why d...emember the scars,

Dream of old transgression... .

And why d...leep with fears?"

A robed Fedaykin courier appeared fro...orner of the passage ahead of Paul. The man had hood thrown back and fastenings of his stillsuit hanging loose about his neck, proof that he had come just now from the open desert.

Paul motioned for him to stop, left the hangings of the door and moved down the passage to the courier.

The man bowed, hands clasped in front of him the way he might gree...everend Mother or Sayyadina of the rites. He said: "Muad'Dib, leaders are beginning to arrive for the Council."

"So soon?"

"These are the ones Stilgar sent for earlier when it was though... ." He shrugged.

"I see." Paul glanced back toward the faint sound of the baliset, thinking of the old song that his mother favore...n odd stretching of happy tune and sad words. "Stilgar will come here soon with others. Show them where my mother waits."

"I will wait here, Muad'Dib," the courier said.

"Ye... . yes, do that."

Paul pressed past the man toward the depths of the cavern, headed for the place that each such cavern ha... place near its water-holding basin. There would b...mall shai-hulud in this place...reature no more than nine meters long, kept stunted and trapped by surrounding water ditches. The maker, after emerging from its little maker vector, avoided water for the poison it was. And the drowning o...aker was the greatest Fremen secret because it produced the substance of their unio...he Water of Life, the poison that could only be changed b...everend Mother.

The decision had come to Paul while he faced the tension of danger to his mother. No line of the future he had ever seen carried that moment of peril from Gurney Halleck. The futur...he gray-cloud-futur...ith its feeling that the entire universe rolled towar...oiling nexus hung around him lik...hantom world.

I must see i...e thought.

His body had slowly acquire...ertain spice tolerance that made prescient visions fewer and fewe... . dimmer and dimmer. The solution appeared obvious to him.

I will drown the maker. We will see now whether I'm the Kwisatz Haderach who can survive the test that the Reverend Mothers have survived .

And it came to pass in the third year of the Desert War that Paul-Muad'Dib lay alone in the Cave of Birds beneath the kiswa hangings of an inner cell. And he lay as one dead, caught up in the revelation of the Water of Life, his being translated beyond the boundaries of time by the poison that gives life. Thus was the prophecy made true that the Lisan al-Gaib might be both dead and alive.

- "Collected Legends of Arrakis" by the Princess Irulan

Chani came up out of the Habbanya basin in the predawn darkness, hearing the 'thopter that had brought her from the south go whir-whirring off t...iding place in the vastness. Around her, the escort kept its distance, fanning out into the rocks of the ridge to probe for danger...nd giving the mate of Muad'Dib, the mother of his firstborn, the thing she had requested...oment to walk alone.

Why did he summon me? she asked herself. He told me before tha...ust remain in the south with little Leto and Alia .

She gathered her robe and leaped lightly up acros...arrier rock and onto the climbing path that only the desert-trained could recognize in the darkness. Pebbles slithered underfoot and she danced across them without considering the nimbleness required.

The climb was exhilarating, easing the fears that had fermented in her because of her escort's silent withdrawal and the fact tha...recious 'thopter had been sent for her. She felt the inner leaping at the nearness of reunion with Paul-Muad'Dib, her Usul. His name might b...attle cry over all the land: "Muad'Dib! Muad'Dib! Muad'Dib! " But she kne...ifferent man b...ifferent nam...he father of her son, the tender lover.

A great figure loomed out of the rocks above her, beckoning for speed. She quickened her pace. Dawn birds already were calling and lifting into the sky...im spread of light grew across the eastern horizon.

The figure above was not one of her own escort. Otheym? she wondered, markin...amiliarity of movement and manner. She came up to him, recognized in the growing light the broad, flat features of the Fedaykin lieutenant, his hood open and mouth filter loosely fastened the way one did sometimes when venturing out on the desert for onl...oment.

"Hurry," he hissed, and led her down the secret crevasse into the hidden cave. "It will be light soon," he whispered as he hel...oorseal open for her. "The Harkonnens have been making desperation patrols over some of this region. We dare not chance discovery now."

They emerged into the narrow side-passage entrance to the Cave of Bird...lowglobes came alight. Otheym pressed past her, said: "Follow me. Quickly, now."

They sped down the passage, through another valve door, another passage and through hangings into what had been the Sayyadina's alcove in the days when this was an overday rest cave. Rugs and cushions now covered the floor. Woven hangings with the red figure o...awk hid the rock walls...ow field desk at one side was strewn with papers from which lifted the aroma of their spice origin.

The Reverend Mother sat alone directly opposite the entrance. She looked up with the inward stare that made the uninitiated tremble.

Otheym pressed palms together, said: "I have brought Chani." He bowed, retreated through the hangings.

And Jessica thought: How d...ell Chani?

"How is my grandson?" Jessica asked.

So it's to be the ritual greetin...hani thought, and her fears returned. Where is Muad'Dib? Why isn't he here to greet me?

"He is healthy and happy, my mother," Chani said. "I left him with Alia in the care of Harah."

My mothe...essica thought. Yes, she has the right to call me that in the formal greeting. She has given m...randson .

"I hea...ift of cloth has been sent from Coanua sietch," Jessica said.

"It is lovely cloth," Chani said.

"Does Alia sen...essage?"

"No message. But the sietch moves more smoothly now that the people are beginning to accept the miracle of her status."

Why does she drag this out so? Chani wondered. Something was so urgent that they sen...#039;thopter for me. Now, we drag through the formalities!

"We must have some of the new cloth cut into garments for little Leto," Jessica said.

"Whatever you wish, my mother," Chani said. She lowered her gaze. "Is there news of battles?" She held her face expressionless that Jessica might not see the betraya...hat this wa...uestion about Paul Muad'Dib.

"New victories," Jessica said. "Rabban has sent cautious overtures abou...ruce. His messengers have been returned without their water. Rabban has even lightened the burdens of the people in some of the sink villages. But he is too late. The people know he does it out of fear of us."

"Thus it goes as Muad'Dib said," Chani said. She stared at Jessica, trying to keep her fears to herself...ave spoken his name, but she has not responded. One cannot see emotion in that glazed stone she call...ac... . but she is too frozen. Why is she so still? What has happened to my Usul?

"I wish we were in the south," Jessica said. "The oases were so beautiful when we left. Do you not long for the day when the whole land may blossom thus?"

"The land is beautiful, true," Chani said. "But there is much grief in it."

"Grief is the price of victory," Jessica said.

Is she preparing me for grief? Chani asked herself. She said: "There are so many women without men. There was jealousy when it was learned that I'd been summoned north."

"I summoned you," Jessica said.

Chani felt her heart hammering. She wanted to clap her hands to her ears, fearful of what they might hear. Still, she kept her voice even: "The message was signed Muad'Dib."

"I signed it thus in the presence of his lieutenants," Jessica said. "It wa...ubterfuge of necessity." And Jessica thought: This i...rave woman, my Paul's. She holds to the niceties even when fear is almost overwhelming her. Yes. She may be the one we need now .

Only the slightest tone of resignation crept into Chani's voice as she said: "Now you may say the thing that must be said."

"You were needed here to help me revive Paul," Jessica said. And she thought: There...aid it in the precisely correct way. Revive. Thus she knows Paul is alive and knows there is peril, all in the same word .

Chani took onl...oment to calm herself, then: "What is i...ay do?" She wanted to leap at Jessica, shake her and scream: "Take me to him! " But she waited silently for the answer.

......QQ "I suspect," Jessica said, "that the Harkonnens have managed to send an agent among us to poison Paul. It's the only explanation that seems to fit...ost unusual poison. I've examined his blood in the most subtle ways without detecting it."

Chani thrust herself forward onto her knees. "Poison? Is he in pain? Coul... .."

"He is unconscious," Jessica said. "The processes of his life are so low that they can be detected only with the most refined techniques...hudder to think what could have happened ha...ot been the one to discover him. He appears dead to the untrained eye."

"You have reasons other than courtesy for summoning me," Chani said. "I know you, Reverend Mother. What is it you thin...ay do that you cannot do?"

She is brave, lovely and, ah-h-h, so perceptiv...essica thought. She'd have mad...ine Bene Gesserit .

"Chani," Jessica said, "you may find this difficult to believe, bu...o not know precisely wh...ent for you. It was an instinc... ...asic intuition. The thought came unbidden: 'Send for Chani.' "

For the first time, Chani saw the sadness in Jessica's expression, the unveiled pain modifying the inward stare.

"I've done al...now to do," Jessica said. "That al... . it is so far beyond what is usually supposed as all that you would find difficulty imagining it. Ye... ...ailed."

"The old companion, Halleck," Chani asked, "is it possible he'...raitor?"

"Not Gurney," Jessica said.

The two words carried an entire conversation, and Chani saw the searching, the test... . the memories of old failures that went into this flat denial.

Chani rocked back onto her feet, stood up, smoothed her desert-stained robe. "Take me to him," she said.

Jessica arose, turned through hangings on the left wall.

Chani followed, found herself in what had bee...toreroom, its rock walls concealed now beneath heavy draperies. Paul lay o...ield pad against the far wall...ingle glowglobe above him illuminated his face...lack robe covered him to the chest, leaving his arms outside it stretched along his sides. He appeared to be unclothed under the robe. The skin exposed looked waxen, rigid. There was no visible movement to him.

Chani suppressed the desire to dash forward, throw herself across him. She found her thoughts, instead, going to her so...eto. And she realized in this instant that Jessica once had faced suc...omen...er man threatened by death, forced in her own mind to consider what might be done to sav...oung son. The realization forme...udden bond with the older woman so that Chani reached out and clasped Jessica's hand. The answering grip was painful in its intensity.

"He lives," Jessica said. "I assure you he lives. But the thread of his life is so thin it could easily escape detection. There are some among the leaders already muttering that the mother speaks and not the Reverend Mother, that my son is truly dead an...o not want to give up his water to the tribe."

"How long has he been this way?" Chani asked. She disengaged her hand from Jessica's, moved farther into the room.

"Three weeks," Jessica said. "I spent almos...eek trying to revive him. There were meetings, argument... . investigations. The...ent for you. The Fedaykin obey my orders, els...ight not have been able to delay th... . " She wet her lips with her tongue, watching Chani cross to Paul.

Chani stood over him now, looking down on the soft beard of youth that framed his face, tracing with her eyes the high browline, the strong nose, the shuttered eye...he features so peaceful in this rigid repose.

"How does he take nourishment?" Chani asked.

"The demands of his flesh are so slight he does not yet need food," Jessica said.

"How many know of what has happened?" Chani asked.

"Only his closest advisers...ew of the leaders, the Fedaykin and, of course, whoever administered the poison."

"There is no clue to the poisoner?"

"And it's not for want of investigating," Jessica said.

"What do the Fedaykin say?" Chani asked.

"They believe Paul is i...acred trance, gathering his holy powers before the final battles. This i...hought I've cultivated."

Chani lowered herself to her knees beside the pad, bent close to Paul's face. She sensed an immediate difference in the air about his fac... . but it was only the spice, the ubiquitous spice whose odor permeated everything in Fremen life. Stil... .

"You were not born to the spice as we were," Chani said. "Have you investigated the possibility that his body has rebelled against too much spice in his diet?"

"Allergy reactions are all negative," Jessica said.

She closed her eyes, as much to blot out this scene as because of sudden realization of fatigue. How long hav...een without sleep? she asked herself. Too long .

"When you change the Water of Life," Chani said, "you do it within yourself by the inward awareness. Have you used this awareness to test his blood?"

"Normal Fremen blood," Jessica said. "Completely adapted to the diet and the life here."

Chani sat back on her heels, submerging her fears in thought as she studied Paul's face. This wa...rick she had learned from watching the Reverend Mothers. Time could be made to serve the mind. One concentrated the entire attention.

Presently, Chani said: "Is ther...aker here?"

"There are several," Jessica said wit...ouch of weariness. "We are never without them these days. Each victory requires its blessing. Each ceremony befor...ai.."

"But Paul Muad'Dib has held himself aloof from these ceremonies," Chani said.

Jessica nodded to herself, remembering her son's ambivalent feelings toward the spice drug and the prescient awareness it precipitated.

"How did you know this?" Jessica asked.

"It is spoken."

"Too much is spoken," Jessica said bitterly.

"Get me the raw Water of the maker," Chani said.

Jessica stiffened at the tone of command in Chani's voice, then observed the intense concentration in the younger woman and said: "At once." She went out through the hangings to sen...aterman.

Chani sat staring at Paul. If he has tried to do this, she thought. And it's the sort of thing he might tr... .

Jessica knelt beside Chani, holding ou...lain camp ewer. The charged odor of the poison was sharp in Chani's nostrils. She dippe...inger in the fluid, held the finger close to Paul's nose.

The skin along the bridge of his nose wrinkled slightly. Slowly, the nostrils flared.

Jessica gasped.

Chani touched the dampened finger to Paul's upper lip.

He drew i...ong, sobbing breath. "What is this?" Jessica demanded.

"Be still," Chani said. "You must conver...mall amount of the sacred water. Quickly!"

Without questioning, because she recognized the tone of awareness in Chani's voice, Jessica lifted the ewer to her mouth, drew i...mall sip.

Paul's eyes flew open. He stared upward at Chani.

"It is not necessary for her to change the Water," he said. His voice was weak, but steady.

Jessica...ip of the fluid on her tongue, found her body rallying, converting the poison almost automatically. In the light elevation the ceremony always imparted, she sensed the life-glow from Pau... radiation there registering on her senses.

In that instant, she knew.

"You drank the sacred water!" she blurted.

"One drop of it," Paul said. "So smal... . one drop."

"How could you do suc...oolish thing?" she demanded.

"He is your son," Chani said.

Jessica glared at her.

A rare smile, warm and full of understanding, touched Paul's lips. "Hear my beloved," he said. "Listen to her, Mother. She knows."

"A thing that others can do, he must do," Chani said.

"Whe...ad the drop in my mouth, whe...elt it and smelled it, whe...new what it was doing to me, the...ne...ould do the thing that you have done," he said. "Your Bene Gesserit proctors speak of the Kwisatz Haderach, but they cannot begin to guess the many place...ave been. In the few minute... ..." He broke off, looking at Chani wit...uzzled frown. "Chani? How did you get here? You're supposed to b... . Why are you here?"

He tried to push himself onto his elbows. Chani pressed him back gently.

"Please, my Usul," she said.

"I feel so weak," he said. His gaze darted around the room. "How long hav...een here?"

"You've been three weeks i...oma so deep that the spark of life seemed to have fled," Jessica said.

"But it wa... ...ook it jus...oment ago an... . "

"A moment for you, three weeks of fear for me," Jessica said.

"It was only one drop, bu...onverted it," Paul said. "I changed the Water of Life." And before Chani or Jessica could stop him, he dipped his hand into the ewer they had placed on the floor beside him, and he brought the dripping hand to his mouth, swallowed the palm-cupped liquid.

"Paul!" Jessica screamed.

He grabbed her hand, faced her wit...eath's head grin, and he sent his awareness surging over her.

The rapport was not as tender, not as sharing, not as encompassing as it had been with Alia and with the Old Reverend Mother in the caver... . but it wa...apport...ense-sharing of the entire being. It shook her, weakened her, and she cowered in her mind, fearful of him.

Aloud, he said: "You speak o...lace where you cannot enter? This place which the Reverend Mother cannot face, show it to me."

She shook her head, terrified by the very thought.

"Show it to me!" he commanded.

"No!"

But she could not escape him. Bludgeoned by the terrible force of him, she closed her eyes and focused inwar...he-direction-that-is-dark.

Paul's consciousness flowed through and around her and into the darkness. She glimpsed the place dimly before her mind blanked itself away from the terror. Without knowing why, her whole being trembled at what she had see... region wher...ind blew and sparks glared, where rings of light expanded and contracted, where rows of tumescent white shapes flowed over and under and around the lights, driven by darkness an...ind out of nowhere.

Presently, she opened her eyes, saw Paul staring up at her. He still held her hand, but the terrible rapport was gone. She quieted her trembling. Paul released her hand. It was as though some crutch had been removed. She staggered up and back, would have fallen had not Chani jumped to support her.

"Reverend Mother!" Chani said. "What is wrong?"

"Tired," Jessica whispered. "S... . tired."

"Here," Chani said. "Sit here." She helped Jessica t...ushion against the wall.

The strong young arms felt so good to Jessica. She clung to Chani.

"He has, in truth, seen the Water of Life?" Chani asked. She disengaged herself from Jessica's grip.

"He has seen," Jessica whispered. Her mind still rolled and surged from the contact. It was like stepping to solid land after weeks o...eaving sea. She sensed the old Reverend Mother within he... . and all the others awakened and questioning; "What was that? What happened? Where was that place? "

Through it all threaded the realization that her son was the Kwisatz Haderach, the one who could be many places at once. He was the fact out of the Bene Gesserit dream. And the fact gave her no peace.

"What happened?" Chani demanded.

Jessica shook her head.

Paul said: "There is in each of us an ancient force that takes and an ancient force that gives...an finds little difficulty facing that place within himself where the taking force dwells, but it's almost impossible for him to see into the giving force without changing into something other than man. Fo...oman, the situation is reversed."

Jessica looked up, found Chani was staring at her while listening to Paul.

"Do you understand me, Mother?" Paul asked.

She could only nod.

"These things are so ancient within us," Paul said, "that they're ground into each separate cell of our bodies. We're shaped by such forces. You can say to yourself, 'Yes...ee how suc...hing may be.' But when you look inward and confront the raw force of your own life unshielded, you see your peril. You see that this could overwhelm you. The greatest peril to the Giver is the force that takes. The greatest peril to the Taker is the force that gives. It's as easy to be overwhelmed by giving as by taking."

"And you, my son," Jessica asked, "are you one who gives or one who takes?"

"I'm at the fulcrum," he said. "I cannot give without taking an...annot take withou... . " He broke off, looking to the wall at his right.

Chani fel...raft against her cheek, turned to see the hangings close.

"It was Otheym," Paul said. "He was listening."

Accepting the words, Chani was touched by some of the prescience that haunted Paul, and she kne...hing-yet-to-be as though it already had occurred. Otheym would speak of what he had seen and heard. Others would spread the story until it wa...ire over the land. Paul-Muad'Dib is not as other men, they would say. There can be no more doubt. He i...an, yet he sees through to the Water of Life in the way o...everend Mother. He is indeed the Lisan al-Gaib.

"You have seen the future, Paul," Jessica said. "Will you say what you've seen?"

"Not the future," he said. "I've seen the Now." He forced himself t...itting position, waved Chani aside as she moved to help him. "The Space above Arrakis is filled with the ships of the Guild."

Jessica trembled at the certainty in his voice.

"The Padishah Emperor himself is there," Paul said. He looked at the rock ceiling of his cell. "With his favorite Truthsayer and five legions of Sardaukar. The old Baron Vladimir Harkonnen is there with Thufir Hawat beside him and seven ships jammed with every conscript he could muster. Every Great House has its raiders above u... . waiting."

Chani shook her head, unable to look away from Paul. His strangeness, the flat tone of voice, the way he looked through her, filled her with awe.

Jessica tried to swallow i...ry throat, said: "For what are they waiting?"

Paul looked at her. "For the Guild's permission to land. The Guild will strand on Arrakis any force that lands without permission."

"The Guild's protecting us?" Jessica asked.

"Protecting us! The Guild itself caused this by spreading tales about what we do here and by reducing troop transport fares t...oint where even the poorest Houses are up there now waiting to loot us."

Jessica noted the lack of bitterness in his tone, wondered at it. She couldn't doubt his word...hey had that same intensity she'd seen in him the night he'd revealed the path of the future that'd taken them among the Fremen.

Paul too...eep breath, said: "Mother, you must chang...uantity of the Water for us. We need the catalyst. Chani, hav...cout force sent ou... . to fin...re-spice mass. If we plan...uantity of the Water of Life abov...re-spice mass, do you know what will happen?"

Jessica weighed his words, suddenly saw through to his meaning. "Paul!" she gasped.

"The Water of Death," he said. "It'd b...hain reaction." He pointed to the floor. "Spreading death among the little makers, killin...ector of the life cycle that includes the spice and the makers. Arrakis will becom...rue desolatio...ithout spice or maker."

Chani pu...and to her mouth, shocked to numb silence by the blasphemy pouring from Paul's lips.

"He who can destro...hing has the real control of it," Paul said. "We can destroy the spice."

"What stays the Guild's hand?" Jessica whispered.

"They're searching for me," Paul said. "Think of that! The finest Guild navigators, men who can quest ahead through time to find the safest course for the fastest Heighliners, all of them seeking m... .and unable to find me. How they tremble! They kno...ave their secret here!" Paul held out his cupped hand. "Without the spice they're blind!"

Chani found her voice. "You said you see the now! "

Paul lay back, searching the spread-out presen...ts limits extended into the future and into the past, holding onto the awareness with difficulty as the spice illumination began to fade.

"Go do a...ommanded," he said. "The future's becoming as muddled for the Guild as it is for me. The lines of vision are narrowing. Everything focuses here where the spice i... . where they've dared not interfere befor... . because to interfere was to lose what they must have. But now they're desperate. All paths lead into darkness."

And that day dawned when Arrakis lay at the hub of the universe with the wheel poised to spin.

- from "Arrakis Awakening" by the Princess Irulan

"Will you look at that thing!" Stilgar whispered.

Paul lay beside him i...lit of rock high on the Shield Wall rim, eye fixed to the collector o...remen telescope. The oil lens was focused o...tarship lighter exposed by dawn in the basin below them. The tall eastern face of the ship glistened in the flat light of the sun, but the shadow side still showed yellow portholes from glowglobes of the night. Beyond the ship, the city of Arrakeen lay cold and gleaming in the light of the northern sun.

It wasn't the lighter that excited Stilgar's awe, Paul knew, but the construction for which the lighter was only the centerpost...ingle metal hutment, many stories tall, reached out i...housand-meter circle from the base of the lighte... tent composed of interlocking metal leave...he temporary lodging place for five legions of Sardaukar and His Imperial Majesty, the Padishah Emperor Shaddam IV.

From his position squatting at Paul's left, Gurney Halleck said: "I count nine levels to it. Must be quit...ew Sardaukar in there."

"Five legions," Paul said.

"It grows light," Stilgar hissed. "We like it not, your exposing yourself, Muad'Dib. Let us go back into the rocks now."

"I'm perfectly safe here," Paul said.

"That ship mounts projectile weapons," Gurney said.

"They believe us protected by shields," Paul said. "They wouldn't wast...hot on an unidentified trio even if they saw us."

Paul swung the telescope to scan the far wall of the basin, seeing the pockmarked cliffs, the slides that marked the tombs of so many of his father's troopers. And he ha...omentary sense of the fitness of things that the shades of those men should look down on this moment. The Harkonnen forts and towns across the shielded lands lay in Fremen hands or cut away from their source like stalks severed fro...lant and left to wither. Only this basin and its city remained to the enemy.

"They might tr...ortie by 'thopter," Stilgar said. "If they see us."

"Let them," Paul said. "We've 'thopters to burn toda... . and we kno...torm is coming."

He swung the telescope to the far side of the Arrakeen landing field now, to the Harkonnen frigates lined up there wit...HOAM Company banner waving gently from its staff on the ground beneath them. And he thought of the desperation that had forced the Guild to permit these two groups to land while all the others were held in reserve. The Guild was lik...an testing the sand with his toe to gauge its temperature before erectin...ent.

"Is there anything new to see from here?" Gurney asked. "We should be getting under cover. The storm is coming."

Paul returned his attention on the giant hutment. "They've even brought their women," he said. "And lackeys and servants. Ah-h-h, my dear Emperor, how confident you are."

"Men are coming up the secret way," Stilgar said. "It may be Otheym and Korba returning."

"All right, Stil," Paul said. "We'll go back."

But he took one final look around through the telescop...tudying the plain with its tall ships, the gleaming metal hutment, the silent city, the frigates of the Harkonnen mercenaries. Then he slid backward aroun...carp of rock. His place at the telescope was taken b...edaykin guardsman.

Paul emerged int...hallow depression in the Shield Wall's surface. It wa...lace about thirty meters in diameter and some three meters deep...atural feature of the rock that the Fremen had hidden beneat...ranslucent camouflage cover. Communications equipment was clustered aroun...ole in the wall to the right. Fedaykin guards deployed through the depression waited for Muad'Dib's command to attack.

Two men emerged from the hole by the communications equipment, spoke to the guards there.

Paul glanced at Stilgar, nodded in the direction of the two men. "Get their report, Stil."

Stilgar moved to obey.

Paul crouched with his back to the rock, stretching his muscles, straightened. He saw Stilgar sending the two men back into that dark hole in the rock, thought about the long climb down that narrow man-made tunnel to the floor of the basin.

Stilgar crossed to Paul.

"What was so important that they couldn't sen...ielago with the message?" Paul asked.

"They're saving their birds for the battle," Stilgar said. He glanced at the communications equipment, back to Paul. "Even wit...ight beam, it is wrong to use those things, Muad'Dib. They can find you by takin...earing on its emission."

"They'll soon be too busy to find me," Paul said. "What did the men report?"

"Our pet Sardaukar have been released near Old Gap low on the rim and are on their way to their master. The rocket launchers and other projectile weapons are in place. The people are deployed as you ordered. It was all routine."

Paul glanced across the shallow bowl, studying his men in the filtered light admitted by the camouflage cover. He felt time creeping like an insect working its way across an exposed rock.

"It'll take our Sardauka...ittle time afoot before they can signa...roop carrier," Paul said.

"They are being watched?"

"They are being watched," Stilgar said.

Beside Paul, Gurney Halleck cleared his throat. "Hadn't we best be getting t...lace of safety?"

"There is no such place," Paul said. "Is the weather report still favorable?"

"A great grandmother o...torm coming," Stilgar said. "Can you not feel it, Muad'Dib?"

"The air does feel chancy," Paul agreed. "Bu...ike the certainty of poling the weather."

"The storm'll be here in the hour," Stilgar said. He nodded toward the gap that looked out on the Emperor's hutment and the Harkonnen frigates. "They know it there, too. No...#039;thopter in the sky. Everything pulled in and tied down. They've ha...eport on the weather from their friends in space."

"Any more probing sorties?" Paul asked.

"Nothing since the landing last night," Stilgar said. "They know we're here...hink now they wait to choose their own time."

"We choose the time," Paul said.

Gurney glanced upward, growled: "If they let us."

"That fleet'll stay in space," Paul said.

Gurney shook his head.

"They have no choice," Paul said. "We can destroy the spice. The Guild dares not risk that."

"Desperate people are the most dangerous," Gurney said.

"Are we not desperate?" Stilgar asked.

Gurney scowled at him.

"You haven't lived with the Fremen dream," Paul cautioned. "Stil is thinking of all the water we've spent on bribes, the years of waiting we've added before Arrakis can bloom. He's no.."

"Arrrgh," Gurney scowled.

"Why's he so gloomy?" Stilgar asked.

"He's always gloomy befor...attle," Paul said. "It's the only form of good humor Gurney allows himself."

A slow, wolfish grin spread across Gurney's face, the teeth showing white above the chip cup of his stillsuit. "It glooms me much to think on all the poor Harkonnen souls we'll dispatch unshriven," he said.

Stilgar chuckled. "He talks lik...edaykin."

"Gurney was bor...eath commando," Paul said. And he thought: Yes, let them occupy their minds with small talk before we test ourselves against that force on the plai...e looked to the gap in the rock wall and back to Gurney, found that the troubadour-warrior had resume...rooding scowl.

"Worry saps the strength," Paul murmured. "You told me that once, Gurney."

"My Duke," Gurney said, "my chief worry is the atomics. If you use them to blas...ole in the Shield Wal... . "

"Those people up there won't use atomics against us," Paul said. "They don't dar... . and for the same reason that they cannot risk our destroying the source of the spice."

"But the injunction agains.."

"The injunction!" Paul barked. "It's fear, not the injunction that keeps the Houses from hurling atomics against each other. The language of the Great Convention is clear enough: 'Use of atomics against humans shall be cause for planetary obliteration.' We're going to blast the Shield Wall, not humans."

"It's too fin...oint," Gurney said.

"The hair-splitters up there will welcome any point," Paul said. "Let's talk no more about it."

He turned away, wishing he actually felt that confident. Presently, he said: "What about the city people? Are they in position yet?"

"Yes," Stilgar muttered.

Paul looked at him. "What's eating you?"

"I never knew the city man could be trusted completely," Stilgar said.

"I wa...ity man myself once," Paul said.

Stilgar stiffened. His face grew dark with blood. "Muad'Dib know...id not mea.."

"I know what you meant, Stil. But the test o...an isn't what you think he'll do. It's what he actually does. These city people have Fremen blood. It's just that they haven't yet learned how to escape their bondage. We'll teach them."

Stilgar nodded, spoke i...ueful tone: "The habits o...ifetime, Muad'Dib. On the Funeral Plain we learned to despise the men of the communities."

Paul glanced at Gurney, saw him studying Stilgar. "Tell us, Gurney, why were the city folk down there driven from their homes by the Sardaukar?"

"An old trick, my Duke. They thought to burden us with refugees."

"It's been so long since guerrillas were effective that the mighty have forgotten how to fight them," Paul said. "The Sardaukar have played into our hands. They grabbed some city women for their sport, decorated their battle standards with the heads of the men who objected. And they've built u...ever of hate among people who otherwise would've looked on the coming battle as no more tha...reat inconvenienc... . and the possibility of exchanging one set of masters for another. The Sardaukar recruit for us, Stilgar."

"The city people do seem eager," Stilgar said.

"Their hate is fresh and clear," Paul said. "That's why we use them as shock troops."

"The slaughter among them will be fearful," Gurney said.

Stilgar nodded agreement.

"They were told the odds," Paul said. "They know every Sardaukar they kill will be one less for us. You see, gentlemen, they have something to die for. They've discovered they'r...eople. They're awakening."

A muttered exclamation came from the watcher at the telescope. Paul moved to the rock slit, asked: "What is it out there?"

"A great commotion, Muad'Dib," the watcher hissed. "At that monstrous metal tent...urface car came from Rimwall West and it was lik...awk int...est of rock partridge."

"Our captive Sardaukar have arrived," Paul said.

"They'v...hield around the entire landing field now," the watcher said. "I can see the air dancing even to the edge of the storage yard where they kept the spice."

"Now they know who it is they fight," Gurney said. "Let the Harkonnen beasts tremble and fret themselves that an Atreides yet lives!"

Paul spoke to the Fedaykin at the telescope. "Watch the flagpole atop the Emperor's ship. If my flag is raised ther.."

"It will not be," Gurney said.

Paul saw the puzzled frown on Stilgar's face, said: "If the Emperor recognized my claim, he'll signal by restoring the Atreides flag to Arrakis. We'll use the second plan then, move only against the Harkonnens. The Sardaukar will stand aside and let us settle the issue between ourselves."

"I've no experience with these offworld things," Stilgar said. "I've heard of them, but it seems unlikely th.."

"You don't need experience to know what they'll do," Gurney said.

"They're sendin...ew flag up on the tall ship," the watcher said. "The flag is yello... . wit...lack and red circle in the center."

"There'...ubtle piece of business," Paul said. "The CHOAM Company flag."

"It's the same as the flag at the other ships," the Fedaykin guard said.

"I don't understand," Stilgar said.

"A subtle piece of business indeed," Gurney said. "Had he sent up the Atreides banner, he'd have had to live by what that meant. Too many observers about. He could've signaled with the Harkonnen flag on his staf... flat declaration that'd have been. But, n...e sends up the CHOAM rag. He's telling the people up ther... . " Gurney pointed toward space. " QQQ... . where the profit is. He's saying he doesn't care if it's an Atreides here or not."

"How long till the storm strikes the Shield Wall?" Paul asked.

Stilgar turned away, consulted one of the Fedaykin in the bowl. Presently, he returned, said: "Very soon, Muad'Dib. Sooner than we expected. It'...reat-great-grandmother o...tor... . perhaps even more than you wished."

"It's my storm," Paul said, and saw the silent awe on the faces of the Fedaykin who heard him. "Though it shook the entire world it could not be more tha...ished. Will it strike the Shield Wall full on?"

"Close enough to make no difference," Stilgar said.

A courier crossed from the hole that led down into the basin, said: "The Sardaukar and Harkonnen patrols are pulling back, Muad'Dib."

"They expect the storm to spill too much sand into the basin for good visibility," Stilgar Said. "They think we'll be in the same fix."

"Tell our gunners to set their sights well before visibility drops," Paul said. "They must knock the nose off every one of those ships as soon as the storm has destroyed the shields." He stepped to the wall of the bowl, pulled bac...old of the camouflage cover and looked up at the sky. The horsetail twistings of blow sand could be seen against the dark of the sky. Paul restored the cover, said: "Start sending our men down, Stil."

"Will you not go with us?" Stilgar asked.

"I'll wait her...it with the Fedaykin," Paul said.

Stilgar gav...nowing shrug toward Gurney, moved to the hole in the rock wall, was lost in its shadows.

"The trigger that blasts the Shield Wall aside, tha...eave in your hands, Gurney," Paul said. "You will do it?"

"I'll do it."

Paul gestured t...edaykin lieutenant, said: "Otheym, start moving the check patrols out of the blast area. They must be out of there before the storm strikes."

The man bowed, followed Stilgar.

Gurney leaned in to the rock slit, spoke to the man at the telescope: "Keep your attention on the south wall. It'll be completely undefended until we blow it."

"Dispatc...ielago wit...ime signal," Paul ordered.

"Some ground cars are moving toward the south wall," the man at the telescope said. "Some are using projectile weapons, testing. Our people are using body shields as you commanded. The ground cars have stopped."

In the abrupt silence, Paul heard the wind devils playing overhea...he front of the storm. Sand began to drift down into their bowl through gaps in the cover...urst of wind caught the cover, whipped it away.

Paul motioned his Fedaykin to take shelter, crossed to the men at the communications equipment near the tunnel mouth. Gurney stayed beside him. Paul crouched over the signalmen.

One said: "A great-great-great grandmother o...torm, Muad'Dib."

Paul glanced up at the darkening sky, said: "Gurney, have the south wall observers pulled out." He had to repeat his order, shouting above the growing noise of the storm.

Gurney turned to obey.

Paul fastened his face filter, tightened the stillsuit hood.

Gurney returned.

Paul touched his shoulder, pointed to the blast trigger set into the tunnel mouth beyond the signalmen. Gurney went into the tunnel, stopped there, one hand at the trigger, his gaze on Paul.

"We are getting no messages," the signalman beside Paul said. "Much static."

Paul nodded, kept his eye on the time-standard dial in front of the signalman. Presently, Paul looked at Gurney, raise...and, returned his attention to the dial. The time counter crawled around its final circuit.

"Now!" Paul shouted, and dropped his hand.

Gurney depressed the blast trigger.

It seemed tha...ull second passed before they felt the ground beneath them ripple and shake...umbling sound was added to the storm's roar.

The Fedaykin watcher from the telescope appeared beside Paul, the telescope clutched under one arm. "The Shield Wall is breached, Muad'Dib!" he shouted. "The storm is on them and our gunners already are firing."

Paul thought of the storm sweeping across the basin, the static charge within the wall of sand that destroyed every shield barrier in the enemy camp.

"The storm!" someone shouted. "We must get under cover, Muad'Dib!"

Paul came to his senses, feeling the sand needles sting his exposed cheeks. We are committe...e thought. He put an arm around the signalman's shoulder, said: "Leave the equipment! There's more in the tunnel." He felt himself being pulled away, Fedaykin pressed around him to protect him. They squeezed into the tunnel mouth, feeling its comparative silence, turne...orner int...mall chamber with glowglobes overhead and another tunnel opening beyond.

Another signalman sat there at his equipment.

"Much static," the man said.

A swirl of sand filled the air around them.

"Seal off this tunnel!" Paul shouted...udden pressure of stillness showed that his command had been obeyed. "Is the way down to the basin still open?" Paul asked.

......QQ A Fedaykin went to look, returned, said: "The explosion cause...ittle rock to fall, but the engineers say it is still open. They're cleaning up with lasbeams."

"Tell them to use their hands!" Paul barked. "There are shields active down there?"

"They are being careful, Muad'Dib," the man said, but he turned to obey.

The signalmen from outside pressed past them carrying their equipment.

"I told those men to leave their equipment!" Paul said.

"Fremen do not like to abandon equipment, Muad'Dib," one of his Fedaykin chided.

"Men are more important than equipment now," Paul said. "We'll have more equipment than we can use soon or have no need for any equipment."

Gurney Halleck came up beside him, said: "I heard them say the way down is open. We're very close to the surface here, m'Lord, should the Harkonnens try to retaliate in kind."

"They're in no position to retaliate," Paul said. "They're just now finding out that they have no shields and are unable to get off Arrakis."

"The new command post is all prepared, though, m'Lord," Gurney said.

"They've no need of me in the command post yet," Paul said. "The plan would go ahead without me. We must wait for th.."

"I'm gettin...essage, Muad'Dib," said the signalman at the communications equipment. The man shook his head, presse...eceiver phone against his ear. "Much static!" He began scribbling o...ad in front of him, shaking his head waiting, writin... . waiting.

Paul crossed to the signalman's side. The Fedaykin stepped back, giving him room. He looked down at what the man had written, read:

"Rai... . on Sietch Tab... . captive... . Alia (blank) families of (blank) dead ar... . they (blank) son of Muad'Di... . "

Again, the signalman shook his head.

Paul looked up to see Gurney staring at him.

"The message is garbled," Gurney said. "The static. You don't know tha... . "

"My son is dead," Paul said, and knew as he spoke that it was true. "My son is dea... . and Alia i...aptiv... . hostage." He felt emptied...hell without emotions. Everything he touched brought death and grief. And it was lik...isease that could spread across the universe.

He could feel the old-man wisdom, the accumulation out of the experiences from countless possible lives. Something seemed to chuckle and rub its hands within him.

And Paul thought: How little the universe knows about the nature of real cruelty!

And Muad'Dib stood before them, and he said: "Though we deem the captive dead, yet does she live. For her seed is my seed and her voice is my voice. And she sees unto the farthest reaches of possibility. Yea, unto the vale of the unknowable does she see because of me."

- from "Arrakis Awakening" by the Princess Irulan

The Baron Vladimir Harkonnen stood with eyes downcast in the Imperial audience chamber, the oval selamlik within the Padishah Emperor's hutment. With covert glances, the Baron had studied the metal-walled room and its occupant...he noukkers, the pages, the guards, the troop of House Sardaukar drawn up around the walls, standing at ease there beneath the bloody and tattered captured battle flags that were the room's only decoration.

Voices sounded from the right of the chamber, echoing out o...igh passage: "Make way! Make way for the Royal Person!"

The Padishah Emperor Shaddam IV came out of the passage into the audience chamber followed by his suite. He stood waiting while his throne was brought, ignoring the Baron, seemingly ignoring every person in the room.

The Baron found that he could not ignore the Royal Person, and studied the Emperor fo...ign, any clue to the purpose of this audience. The Emperor stood poised, waitin... slim, elegant figure i...ray Sardaukar uniform with silver and gold trim. His thin face and cold eyes reminded the Baron of the Duke Leto long dead. There was that same look of the predatory bird. But the Emperor's hair was red, not black, and most of that hair was concealed b...urseg's ebon helmet with the Imperial crest in gold upon its crown.

Pages brought the throne. It wa...assive chair carved fro...ingle piece of Hagal quart...lue-green translucency shot through with streaks of yellow fire. They placed it on the dais and the Emperor mounted, seated himself.

An old woman i...lack aba robe with hood drawn down over her forehead detached herself from the Emperor's suite, took up station behind the throne, one scrawny hand resting on the quartz back. Her face peered out of the hood lik...itch caricatur...unken cheeks and eyes, an overlong nose, skin mottled and with protruding veins.

The Baron stilled his trembling at sight of her. The presence of the Reverend Mother Gaius Helen Mohiam, the Emperor's Truthsayer, betrayed the importance of this audience. The Baron looked away from her, studied the suite fo...lue. There were two of the Guild agents, one tall and fat, one short and fat, both with bland gray eyes. And among the lackeys stood one of the Emperor's daughters, the Princess Irulan...oman they said was being trained in the deepest of the Bene Gesserit ways, destined to b...everend Mother. She was tall, blonde, face of chiseled beauty, green eyes that looked past and through him.

"My dear Baron."

The Emperor had deigned to notice him. The voice was baritone and with exquisite control. It managed to dismiss him while greeting him.

The Baron bowed low, advanced to the required position ten paces from the dais. "I came at your summons, Majesty."

"Summons!" the old witch cackled.

"Now, Reverend Mother," the Emperor chided, but he smiled at the Baron's discomfiture, said: "First, you will tell me where you've sent your minion, Thufir Hawat."

The Baron darted his gaze left and right, reviled himself for coming here without his own guards, not that they'd be much use against Sardaukar. Stil... .

"Well?" the Emperor said.

"He has been gone these five days, Majesty." The Baron sho...lance at the Guild agents, back to the Emperor. "He was to land a...muggler base and attempt infiltrating the camp of the Fremen fanatic, this Muad'Dib."

"Incredible!" the Emperor said.

One of the witch's clawlike hands tapped the Emperor's shoulder. She leaned forward, whispered in his ear.

The Emperor nodded, said: "Five days, Baron. Tell me, why aren't you worried about his absence?"

"Bu...m worried, Majesty!"

The Emperor continued to stare at him, waiting. The Reverend Mother emitte...ackling laugh.

"Wha...ean, Majesty," the Baron said, "is that Hawat will be dead within another few hours, anyway." And he explained about the latent poison and need for an antidote.

"How clever of you, Baron," the Emperor said. "And where are your nephews, Rabban and the young Feyd-Rautha?"

"The storm comes, Majesty...ent them to inspect our perimeter lest the Fremen attack under cover of the sand."

"Perimeter," the Emperor said. The word came out as though it puckered his mouth. "The storm won't be much here in the basin, and that Fremen rabble won't attack while I'm here with five legions of Sardaukar."

"Surely not, Majesty," the Baron said, "But error on the side of caution cannot be censured."

"Ah-h-h-h," the Emperor said. "Censure. Then I'm not to speak of how much time this Arrakis nonsense has taken from me? Nor the CHOAM Company profits pouring down this rat hole? Nor the court functions and affairs of state I've had to dela...ven cance...ecause of this stupid affair?"

The Baron lowered his gaze, frightened by the Imperial anger. The delicacy of his position here, alone and dependent upon the Convention and the dictum familia of the Great Houses, fretted him. Does he mean to kill me? the Baron asked himself. He couldn't! Not with the other Great Houses waiting up there, aching for any excuse to gain from this upset on Arrakis.

"Have you taken hostages?" the Emperor asked.

"It's useless, Majesty," the Baron said. "These mad Fremen hol...urial ceremony for every captive and act as though suc...ne were already dead."

"So?" the Emperor said.

And the Baron waited, glancing left and right at the metal walls of the selamlik, thinking of the monstrous fanmetal tent around him. Such unlimited wealth it represented that even the Baron was awed. He brings page...he Baron thought, and useless court lackeys, his women and their companion...air-dressers, designers, everythin... . all the fringe parasites of the Court. All her...awning, slyly plotting, "roughing it" with the Empero... . here to watch him put an end to this affair, to make epigrams over the battles and idolize the wounded .

"Perhaps you've never sought the right kind of hostages," the Emperor said.

He knows somethin...he Baron thought. Fear sat lik...tone in his stomach until he could hardly bear the thought of eating. Yet, the feeling was like hunger, and he poised himself several times in his suspensors on the point of ordering food brought to him. But there was no one here to obey his summons.

"Do you have any idea who this Muad'Dib could be?" the Emperor asked.

"One of the Umma, surely," the Baron said. "A Fremen fanatic...eligious adventurer. They crop up regularly on the fringes of civilization. Your Majesty knows this."

The Emperor glanced at his Truthsayer, turned back to scowl at the Baron. "And you have no other knowledge of this Muad'Dib?"

"A madman," the Baron said. "But all Fremen ar...ittle mad."

"Mad?"

"His people scream his name as they leap into battle. The women throw their babies at us and hurl themselves onto our knives to ope...edge for their men to attack us. They have n... . n... . decency!"

"As bad as that," the Emperor murmured, and his tone of derision did not escape the Baron. "Tell me, my dear Baron, have you investigated the southern polar regions of Arrakis?"

The Baron stared up at the Emperor, shocked by the change of subject. "Bu... . well, you know, Your Majesty, the entire region is uninhabitable, open to wind and worm. There's not even any spice in those latitudes."

"You've had no reports from spice lighters that patches of greenery appear there?"

"There've always been such reports. Some were investigate...ong ago...ew plants were seen. Many 'thopters were lost. Much too costly, Your Majesty. It'...lace where men cannot survive for long."

"So," the Emperor said. He snapped his fingers an...oor opened at his left behind the throne. Through the door came two Sardaukar herdin...irl-child who appeared to be about four years old. She wor...lack aba, the hood thrown back to reveal the attachments o...tillsuit hanging free at her throat. Her eyes were Fremen blue, staring out o...oft, round face. She appeared completely unafraid and there wa...ook to her stare that made the Baron feel uneasy for no reason he could explain.

Even the old Bene Gesserit Truthsayer drew back as the child passed and mad...arding sign in her direction. The old witch obviously was shaken by the child's presence.

The Emperor cleared his throat to speak, but the child spoke firs... thin voice with traces o...oft-palate lisp, but clear nonetheless. "So here he is," she said. She advanced to the edge of the dais. "He doesn't appear much, does h...ne frightened old fat man too weak to support his own flesh without the help of suspensors."

It was suc...otally unexpected statement from the mouth o...hild that the Baron stared at her, speechless in spite of his anger. Is i...idget? he asked himself.

"My dear Baron," the Emperor said, "become acquainted with the sister of Muad'Dib."

"The sis... . "The Baron shifted his attention to the Emperor. "I do not understand."

"I, too, sometimes err on the side of caution," the Emperor said. "It has been reported to me that your uninhabited south polar regions exhibit evidence of human activity."

"But that's impossible!" the Baron protested. "The worm... . there's sand clear to th... . "

"These people seem able to avoid the worms," the Emperor said.

The child sat down on the dais beside the throne, dangled her feet over the edge, kicking them. There was such an air of sureness in the way she appraised her surroundings.

The Baron stared at the kicking feet, the way they moved the black robe, the wink of sandals beneath the fabric.

"Unfortunately," the Emperor said, "I only sent in five troop carriers wit...ight attack force to pick up prisoners for questioning. We barely got away with three prisoners and one carrier. Mind you, Baron, my Sardaukar were almost overwhelmed b...orce composed mostly of women, children, and old men. This child here was in command of one of the attacking groups."

"You see, Your Majesty!" the Baron said. "You see how they are!"

"I allowed myself to be captured," the child said. "I did not want to face my brother and have to tell him that his son had been killed."

"Onl...andful of our men got away," the Emperor said. "Got away! You hear that?"

"We'd have had them, too," the child said, "except for the flames."

"My Sardaukar used the attitudinal jets on their carrier as flame-throwers," the Emperor said. "A move of desperation and the only thing that got them away with their three prisoners. Mark that, my dear Baron: Sardaukar forced to retreat in confusion from women and children and old men!"

"We must attack in force," the Baron rasped. "We must destroy every last vestige o.."

"Silence!" the Emperor roared. He pushed himself forward on his throne. "Do not abuse my intelligence any longer. You stand there in your foolish innocence an.."

"Majesty," the old Truthsayer said.

He waved her to silence. "You say you don't know about the activity we found, nor the fighting qualities of these superb people!" The Emperor lifted himself half off his throne. "What do you take me for, Baron?"

The Baron took two backward steps, thinking: It was Rabban. He has done this to me. Rabban ha... .

"And this fake dispute with Duke Leto," the Emperor purred, sinking back into his throne. "How beautifully you maneuvered it."

"Majesty," the Baron pleaded. "What are yo.."

"Silence!"

The old Bene Gesserit pu...and on the Emperor's shoulder, leaned close to whisper in his ear.

The child seated on the dais stopped kicking her feet, said: "Make him afraid some more, Shaddam...houldn't enjoy this, bu...ind the pleasure impossible to suppress."

"Quiet, child," the Emperor said. He leaned forward, pu...and on her head, stared at the Baron. "Is it possible, Baron? Could you be as simpleminded as my Truthsayer suggests? Do you not recognize this child, daughter of your ally, Duke Leto?"

"My father was never his ally," the child said. "My father is dead and this old Harkonnen beast has never seen me before."

The Baron was reduced to stupefied glaring. When he found his voice it was only to rasp: "Who?"

"I am Alia, daughter of Duke Leto and the Lady Jessica, sister of Duke Paul-Muad'Dib," the child said. She pushed herself off the dais, dropped to the floor of the audience chamber. "My brother has promised to have your head atop his battle standard an...hink he shall."

"Be hush, child," the Emperor said, and he sank back into his throne, hand to chin, studying the Baron.

"I do not take the Emperor's orders," Alia said. She turned, looked up at the old Reverend Mother. "She knows."

The Emperor glanced up at his Truthsayer. "What does she mean?"

"That child is an abomination!" the old woman said. "Her mother deserve...unishment greater than anything in history. Death! It cannot come too quickly for that child or for the one who spawned her!" The old woman pointe...inger at Alia. "Get out of my mind!"

"T-P?" the Emperor whispered. He snapped his attention back to Alia. "By the Great Mother!"

"You don't understand. Majesty," the old woman said. "Not telepathy. She's in my mind. She's like the ones before me, the ones who gave me their memories. She stands in my mind! She cannot be there, but she is!"

"What others?" the Emperor demanded. "What's this nonsense?"

The old woman straightened, lowered her pointing hand. "I've said too much, but the fact remains that this child who is no...hild must be destroyed. Long were we warned against suc...ne and how to prevent suc...irth, but one of our own has betrayed us."

"You babble, old woman," Alia said. "You don't know how it was, yet you rattle on lik...urblind fool." Alia closed her eyes, too...eep breath, and held it.

The old Reverend Mother groaned and staggered.

Alia opened her eyes. "That is how it was," she said. "A cosmic acciden... . and you played your part in it."

The Reverend Mother held out both hands, palms pushing the air toward Alia.

"What is happening here?" the Emperor demanded. "Child, can you truly project your thoughts into the mind of another?"

"That's not how it is at all," Alia said. "Unless I'm born as you...annot think as you."

"Kill her," the old woman muttered, and clutched the back of the throne for support. "Kill her!" The sunken old eyes glared at Alia.

"Silence," the Emperor said, and he studied Alia. "Child, can you communicate with your brother?"

"My brother knows I'm here," Alia said.

"Can you tell him to surrender as the price of your life?"

Alia smiled up at him with clear innocence. "I shall not do that," she said.

The Baron stumbled forward to stand beside Alia. "Majesty," he pleaded, "I knew nothing o.."

"Interrupt me once more, Baron," the Emperor said, "and you will lose the powers of interruptio... . forever." He kept his attention focused on Alia, studying her through slitted lids. "You will not, eh? Can you read in my mind what I'll do if you disobey me?"

"I've already sai...annot read minds," she said, "but one doesn't need telepathy to read your intentions."

The Emperor scowled. "Child, your cause is hopeless...ave but to rally my forces and reduce this planet t.."

"It's not that simple," Alia said. She looked at the two Guildsmen. "Ask them."

"It is not wise to go against my desires," the Emperor said. "You should not deny me the least thing."

"My brother comes now," Alia said. "Even an Emperor may tremble before Muad'Dib, for he has the strength of righteousness and heaven smiles upon him."

The Emperor surged to his feet. "This play has gone far enough...ill take your brother and this planet and grind them t.."

The room rumbled and shook around them. There cam...udden cascade of sand behind the throne where the hutment was coupled to the Emperor's ship. The abrupt flicker-tightening of skin pressure told o...ide-area shield being activated.

"I told you," Alia said. "My brother comes."

The Emperor stood in front of his throne, right hand pressed to right ear, the servo-receiver there chattering its report on the situation. The Baron moved two steps behind Alia. Sardaukar were leaping to positions at the doors.

"We will fall back into space and reform," the Emperor said. "Baron, my apologies. These madmen are attacking under cover of the storm. We will show them an Emperor's wrath, then." He pointed at Alia. "Give her body to the storm."

As he spoke, Alia fled backward, feigning terror: "Let the storm have what it can take!" she screamed. And she backed into the Baron's arms.

"I have her, Majesty!" the Baron shouted. "Shal...ispatch her now-eeeeeeeeeeeh!" He hurled her to the floor, clutched his left arm.

"I'm sorry, Grandfather," Alia said. "You've met the Atreides gom jabbar." She got to her feet, droppe...ark needle from her hand.

The Baron fell back. His eyes bulged as he stared a...ed slash on his left palm. "Yo... . yo... . " He rolled sideways in his suspensors...agging mass of flesh supported inches off the floor with head lolling and mouth hanging open.

"These people are insane," the Emperor snarled. "Quick! Into the ship. We'll purge this planet of ever... . "

Something sparkled to his left...oll of ball lightning bounced away from the wall there, crackled as it touched the metal floor. The smell of burned insulation swept through the selamlik.

"The shield!" one of the Sardaukar officers shouted. "The outer shield is down! The... . "

His words were drowned i...etallic roaring as the shipwall behind the Emperor trembled and rocked.

"They've shot the nose off our ship!" someone called.

Dust boiled through the room. Under its cover, Alia leaped up, ran toward the outer door.

The Emperor whirled, motioned his people into an emergency door that swung open in the ship's side behind the throne. He flashe...and signal t...ardaukar officer leaping through the dust haze. "We will make our stand here!" the Emperor ordered.

Another crash shook the hutment. The double doors banged open at the far side of the chamber admitting wind-blown sand and the sound of shouting...mall, black-robed figure could be seen momentarily against the ligh...lia darting out to fin...nife and, as befitted her Fremen training, to kill Harkonnen and Sardaukar wounded. House Sardaukar charged throug...reened yellow haze toward the opening, weapons ready, forming an arc there to protect the Emperor's retreat.

"Save yourself, Sire!" QQQ...ardaukar officer shouted. "Into the ship!"

But the Emperor stood alone now on his dais pointing toward the doors...orty-meter section of the hutment had been blasted away there and the selamlik's doors opened now onto drifting sand...ust cloud hung low over the outside world blowing from pastel distances. Static lightning crackled from the cloud and the spark flashes of shields being shorted out by the storm's charge could be seen through the haze. The plain surged with figures in comba...ardaukar and leaping gyrating robed men who seemed to come down out of the storm.

All this was a...rame for the target of the Emperor's pointing hand.

Out of the sand haze came an orderly mass of flashing shape...reat rising curves with crystal spokes that resolved into the gaping mouths of sandworms...assed wall of them, each with troops of Fremen riding to the attack. They came i...issing wedge, robes whipping in the wind as they cut through the melee on the plain.

Onward toward the Emperor's hutment they came while the House Sardaukar stood awed for the first time in their history by an onslaught their minds found difficult to accept.

But the figures leaping from the worm backs were men, and the blades flashing in that ominous yellow light wer...hing the Sardaukar had been trained to face. They threw themselves into combat. And it was man to man on the plain of Arrakeen whil...icked Sardaukar bodyguard pressed the Emperor back into the ship, sealed the door on him, and prepared to die at that door as part of his shield.

In the shock of comparative silence within the ship, the Emperor stared at the wide-eyed faces of his suite, seeing his oldest daughter with the flush of exertion on her cheeks, the old Truthsayer standing lik...lack shadow with her hood pulled about her face, finding at last the faces he sough...he two Guildsmen. They wore the Guild gray, unadorned, and it seemed to fit the calm they maintained despite the high emotions around them.

The taller of the two, though, hel...and to his left eye. As the Emperor watched, someone jostled the Guildsman's arm, the hand moved, and the eye was revealed. The man had lost one of his masking contact lenses, and the eye stared ou...otal blue so dark as to be almost black.

The smaller of the pair elbowed his wa...tep nearer the Emperor, said: "We cannot know how it will go." And the taller companion, hand restored to eye, added i...old voice: "But this Muad'Dib cannot know, either."

The words shocked the Emperor out of his daze. He checked the scorn on his tongue b...isible effort because it did not tak...uild navigator's single-minded focus on the main chance to see the immediate future out on that plain. Were these two so dependent upon their faculty that they had lost the use of their eyes and their reason? he wondered.

"Reverend Mother," he said, "we must devis...lan."

She pulled the hood from her face, met his gaze with an unblinking stare. The look that passed between them carried complete understanding. They had one weapon left and both knew it: treachery.

"Summon Count Fenring from his quarters," the Reverend Mother said.

The Padishah Emperor nodded, waved for one of his aides to obey that command.

He was warrior and mystic, ogre and saint, the fox and the innocent, chivalrous, ruthless, less tha...od, more tha...an. There is no measuring Muad'Dib's motives by ordinary standards. In the moment of his triumph, he saw the death prepared for him, yet he accepted the treachery. Can you say he did this out o...ense of justice? Whose justice, then? Remember, we speak now of the Muad'Dib who ordered battle drums made from his enemies' skins, the Muad'Dib who denied the conventions of his ducal past wit...ave of the hand, saying merely: "I am the Kwisatz Haderach. That is reason enough. "

- from "Arrakis Awakening" by the Princess Irulan

It was to the Arrakeen governor's mansion, the old Residency the Atreides had first occupied on Dune, that they escorted Paul-Muad'Dib on the evening of his victory. The building stood as Rabban had restored it, virtually untouched by the fighting although there had been looting by townspeople. Some of the furnishings in the main hall had been overturned or smashed.

Paul strode through the main entrance with Gurney Halleck and Stilga...ace behind. Their escort fanned out into the Great Hall, straightening the place and clearing an area for Muad'Dib. One squad began investigating that no sly trap had been planted here.

"I remember the day we first came here with your father," Gurney said. He glanced around at the beams and the high, slitted windows. "I didn't like this place then an...ike it less now. One of our caves would be safer."

"Spoken lik...rue Fremen," Stilgar said, and he marked the cold smile that his words brought to Muad'Dib's lips. "Will you reconsider, Muad'Dib?"

"This place i...ymbol," Paul said. "Rabban lived here. By occupying this plac...eal my victory for all to understand. Send men through the building. Touch nothing. Just be certain no Harkonnen people or toys remain."

"As you command," Stilgar said, and reluctance was heavy in his tone as he turned to obey.

Communications men hurried into the room with their equipment, began setting up near the massive fireplace. The Fremen guard that augmented the surviving Fedaykin took up stations around the room. There was muttering among them, much darting of suspicious glances. This had been too lon...lace of the enemy for them to accept their presence in it casually.

"Gurney, have an escort bring my mother and Chani," Paul said. "Does Chani know yet about our son?"

"The message was sent, m'Lord."

"Are the makers being taken out of the basin yet?"

"Yes, m'Lord. The storm's almost spent."

"What's the extent of the storm damage?" Paul asked.

"In the direct pat...n the landing field and across the spice storage yards of the plai...xtensive damage," Gurney said. "As much from battle as from the storm."

"Nothing money won't repair...resume," Paul said.

"Except for the lives, m'Lord," Gurney said, and there wa...one of reproach in his voice as though to say: "When did an Atreides worry first about things when people were at stake? "

But Paul could only focus his attention on the inner eye and the gaps visible to him in the time-wall that still lay across his path. Through each gap the jihad raged away down the corridors of the future.

He sighed, crossed the hall, seein...hair against the wall. The chair had once stood in the dining hall and might even have held his own father. At the moment, though, it was only an object to rest his weariness and conceal it from the men. He sat down, pulling his robes around his legs, loosening his stillsuit at the neck.

"The Emperor is still holed up in the remains of his ship," Gurney said.

"For now, contain him there," Paul said. "Have they found the Harkonnens yet?"

"They're still examining the dead."

"What reply from the ships up there?" He jerked his chin toward the ceiling.

"No reply yet, m'Lord."

Paul sighed, resting against the back of his chair. Presently, he said: "Bring m...aptive Sardaukar. We must sen...essage to our Emperor. It's time to discuss terms."

"Yes, m'Lord."

Gurney turned away, droppe...and signal to one of the Fedaykin who took up close-guard position beside Paul.

"Gurney," Paul whispered. "Since we've been rejoined I've yet to hear you produce the proper quotation for the event." He turned, saw Gurney swallow, saw the sudden grim hardening of the man's jaw.

"As you wish, m'Lord," Gurney said. He cleared his throat, rasped: " 'And the victory that day was turned into mourning unto all the people: for the people heard say that day how the king was grieved for his son.' "

Paul closed his eyes, forcing grief out of his mind, letting it wait as he had once waited to mourn his father. Now, he gave his thoughts over to this day's accumulated discoverie...he mixed futures and the hidden presence of Alia within his awareness.

Of all the uses of time-vision, this was the strangest. "I have breasted the future to place my words where only you can hear them," Alia had said. "Even you cannot do that, my brother...ind it an interesting play. An... . oh, ye...'ve killed our grandfather, the demented old Baron. He had very little pain."

Silence. His time sense had seen her withdrawal.

"Muad'Dib."

Paul opened his eyes to see Stilgar's black-bearded visage above him, the dark eyes glaring with battle light.

"You've found the body of the old Baron," Paul said.

A hush of the person settled over Stilgar. "How could you know?" he whispered. "We just found the body in that great pile of metal the Emperor built."

Paul ignored the question, seeing Gurney return accompanied by two Fremen who supporte...aptive Sardaukar.

"Here's one of them, m'Lord," Gurney said. He signed to the guard to hold the captive five paces in front of Paul.

The Sardaukar's eyes, Paul noted, carrie...lazed expression of shock...lue bruise stretched from the bridge of his nose to the corner of his mouth. He was of the blond, chisel-featured caste, the look that seemed synonymous with rank among the Sardaukar, yet there were no insignia on his torn uniform except the gold buttons with the Imperial crest and the tattered braid of his trousers.

"I think this one's an officer, m'Lord," Gurney said.

Paul nodded, said: "I am the Duke Paul Atreides. Do you understand that, man?"

The Sardaukar stared at him unmoving.

"Speak up," Paul said, "or your Emperor may die."

The man blinked, swallowed.

"Who am I?" Paul demanded.

"You are the Duke Paul Atreides," the man husked.

He seemed too submissive to Paul, but then the Sardaukar had never been prepared for such happenings as this day. They'd never known anything but victory which, Paul realized, could b...eakness in itself. He put that thought aside for later consideration in his own training program.

"I hav...essage for you to carry to the Emperor," Paul said. And he couched his words in the ancient formula: "I...uke o...reat House, an Imperial Kinsman, give my word of bond under the Convention. If the Emperor and his people lay down their arms and come to me her...ill guard their lives with my own." Paul held up his left hand with the ducal signet for the Sardaukar to see. "I swear it by this."

The man wet his lips with his tongue, glanced at Gurney.

"Yes," Paul said. "Who but an Atreides could command the allegiance of Gurney Halleck."

"I will carry the message," the Sardaukar said.

"Take him to our forward command post and send him in," Paul said.

"Yes, m'Lord." Gurney motioned for the guard to obey, led them out.

Paul turned back to Stilgar.

"Chani and your mother have arrived," Stilgar said. "Chani has asked time to be alone with her grief. The Reverend Mother sough...oment in the weirding room...now not why."

"My mother's sick with longing fo...lanet she may never see," Paul said. "Where water falls from the sky and plants grow so thickly you cannot walk between them."

"Water from the sky," Stilgar whispered.

In that instant, Paul saw how Stilgar had been transformed from the Fremen naib t...reature of the Lisan al-Gaib...eceptacle for awe and obedience. It wa...essening of the man, and Paul felt the ghost-wind of the jihad in it.

I have see...riend becom...orshipe...e thought.

I...ush of loneliness, Paul glanced around the room, noting how proper and on-review his guards had become in his presence. He sensed the subtle, prideful competition among the...ach hoping for notice from Muad'Dib.

Muad'Dib from whom all blessings flo...e thought, and it was the bitterest thought of his life. They sense tha...ust take the thron...e thought. But they cannot kno...o it to prevent the jihad.

Stilgar cleared his throat, said: "Rabban, too, is dead."

Paul nodded.

Guards to the right suddenly snapped aside, standing at attention to open an aisle for Jessica. She wore her black aba and walked wit...int of striding across sand, but Paul noted how this house had restored to her something of what she had once been her...oncubine t...uling duke. Her presence carried some of its old assertiveness.

Jessica stopped in front of Paul, looked down at him. She saw his fatigue and how he hid it, but found no compassion for him. It was as though she had been rendered incapable of any emotion for her son.

Jessica had entered the Great Hall wondering why the place refused to fit itself snugly in to her memories. It remaine...oreign room, as though she had never walked here, never walked here with her beloved Leto, never confronte...runken Duncan Idaho her...ever, never, neve... .

There should b...ord-tension directly opposite to adab, the demanding memor...he thought. There should b...ord for memories that deny themselves.

"Where is Alia?" she asked.

"Out doing what any good Fremen child should be doing in such times," Paul said. "She's killing enemy wounded and marking their bodies for the water-recovery teams."

"Paul!"

"You must understand that she does this out of kindness," he said. "Isn't it odd how we misunderstand the hidden unity of kindness and cruelty?"

Jessica glared at her son, shocked by the profound change in him. Was it his child's death did this? she wondered. And she said: "The men tell strange stories of you, Paul. They say you've all the powers of the legen...othing can be hidden from you, that you see where others cannot see."

"A Bene Gesserit should ask about legends?" he asked.

"I've ha...and in whatever you are," she admitted, "but you mustn't expect me t.."

"How would you like to live billions upon billions of lives?" Paul asked. "There'...abric of legends for you! Think of all those experiences, the wisdom they'd bring. But wisdom tempers love, doesn't it? And it put...ew shape on hate. How can you tell what's ruthless unless you've plumbed the depths of both cruelty and kindness? You should fear me, Mother...m the Kwisatz Haderach."

Jessica tried to swallow i...ry throat. Presently, she said; "Once you denied to me that you were the Kwisatz Haderach."

Paul shook his head. "I can deny nothing any more." He looked up into her eyes. "The Emperor and his people come now. They will be announced any moment. Stand beside me...is...lear view of them. My future bride will be among them."

"Paul!" Jessica snapped. "Don't make the mistake your father made!"

"She'...rincess," Paul said. "She's my key to the throne, and that's all she'll ever be. Mistake? You think because I'm what you made me tha...annot feel the need for revenge?"

"Even on the innocent?" she asked, and she thought: He must not make the mistake...ade .

"There are no innocent any more," Paul said.

"Tell that to Chani," Jessica said, and gestured toward the passage from the rear of the Residency.

Chani entered the Great Hall there, walking between the Fremen guards as though unaware of them. Her hood and stillsuit cap were thrown back, face mask fastened aside. She walked wit...ragile uncertainty as she crossed the room to stand beside Jessica.

Paul saw the marks of tears on her cheek...he gives water to the dea...e fel...ang of grief strike through him, but it was as though he could only feel this thing through Chani's presence.

"He is dead, beloved," Chani said. "Our son is dead."

Holding himself under stiff control, Paul got to his feet. He reached out, touched Chani's cheek, feeling the dampness of her tears. "He cannot be replaced," Paul said, "but there will be other sons. It is Usul who promises this." Gently, he moved her aside, gestured to Stilgar.

"Muad'Dib," Stilgar said.

"They come from the ship, the Emperor and his people," Paul said. "I will stand here. Assemble the captives in an open space in the center of the room. They will be kept a...istance of ten meters from me unles...ommand otherwise."

"As you command, Muad'Dib."

As Stilgar turned to obey, Paul heard the awed muttering of Fremen guards: "You see? He knew! No one told him, but he knew!"

The Emperor's entourage could be heard approaching now, his Sardaukar humming one of their marching tunes to keep up their spirits. There cam...urmur of voices at the entrance and Gurney Halleck passed through the guard, crossed to confer with Stilgar, then moved to Paul's side...trange look in his eyes.

Wil...ose Gurney, too? Paul wondered. The wa...ost Stilga...osin...riend to gai...reature?

"They have no throwing weapons," Gurney said. "I've made sure of that myself." He glanced around the room, seeing Paul's preparations. "Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen is with them. Shal...ut him out?"

"Leave him."

"There're some Guild people, too, demanding special privileges, threatening an embargo against Arrakis...old them I'd give you their message."

"Let them threaten."

"Paul!" Jessica hissed behind him. "He's talking about the Guild!"

......QQ "I'll pull their fangs presently," Paul said.

And he thought then about the Guil...he force that had specialized for so long that it had becom...arasite, unable to exist independently of the life upon which it fed. They had never dared grasp the swor... . and now they could not grasp it. They might have taken Arrakis when they realized the error of specializing on the melange awareness-spectrum narcotic for their navigators. They could have done this, lived their glorious day and died. Instead, they'd existed from moment to moment, hoping the seas in which they swam might produc...ew host when the old one died.

The Guild navigators, gifted with limited prescience, had made the fatal decision: they'd chosen always the clear, safe course that leads ever downward into stagnation.

Let them look closely at their new hos...aul thought.

"There's als...ene Gesserit Reverend Mother who says she'...riend of your mother," Gurney said.

"My mother has no Bene Gesserit friends."

Again, Gurney glanced around the Great Hall, then bent close to Paul's ear. "Thufir Hawat's with 'em, m'Lord...ad no chance to see him alone, but he used our old hand signs to say he's been working with the Harkonnens, thought you were dead. Says he's to be left among 'em."

"You left Thufir among thos.."

"He wanted i... . an...hought it best. I... . there's something wrong, he's where we can control him. If no...e've an ear on the other side."

Paul thought then of prescient glimpses into the possibilities of this momen...nd one time-line where Thufir carrie...oisoned needle which the Emperor commanded he use against "this upstart Duke."

The entrance guards stepped aside, forme...hort corridor of lances. There cam...urmurous swish of garments, feet rasping the sand that had drifted into the Residency.

The Padishah Emperor Shaddam IV led his people into the hall. His burseg helmet had been lost and the red hair stood out in disarray. His uniform's left sleeve had been ripped along the inner seam. He was beltless and without weapons, but his presence moved with him lik...orce-shield bubble that kept his immediate area open.

A Fremen lance dropped across his path, stopped him where Paul had ordered. The others bunched up behind...ontage of color, of shuffling and of staring faces.

Paul swept his gaze across the group, saw women who hid signs of weeping, saw the lackeys who had come to enjoy grandstand seats a...ardaukar victory and now stood choked to silence by defeat. Paul saw the bird-bright eyes of the Reverend Mother Gaius Helen Mohiam glaring beneath her black hood, and beside her the narrow furtiveness of Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen.

There'...ace time betrayed to m...aul thought.

He looked beyond Feyd-Rautha then, attracted b...ovement, seeing ther...arrow, weaselish face he'd never before encountere...ot in time or out of it. It wa...ace he felt he should know and the feeling carried with i...arker of fear.

Why shoul...ear that man? he wondered.

He leaned toward his mother, whispered: "That man to the left of the Reverend Mother, the evil-looking on...ho is that?"

Jessica looked, recognizing the face from her Duke's dossiers. "Count Fenring," she said. "The one who was here immediately before us...enetic-eunuc... . an...iller."

The Emperor's errand bo...aul thought. And the thought wa...hock crashing across his consciousness because he had seen the Emperor in uncounted associations spread through the possible future...ut never once had Count Fenring appeared within those prescient visions.

It occurred to Paul then that he had seen his own dead body along countless reaches of the time web, but never once had he seen his moment of death.

Hav...een denie...limpse of this man because he is the one who kills me? Paul wondered.

The thought sen...ang of foreboding through him. He forced his attention away from Fenring, looked now at the remnants of Sardaukar men and officers, the bitterness on their faces and the desperation. Here and there among them, faces caught Paul's attention briefly: Sardaukar officers measuring the preparations within this room, planning and scheming yet fo...ay to turn defeat into victory.

Paul's attention came at last t...all blonde woman, green-eyed...ace of patrician beauty, classic in its hauteur, untouched by tears, completely undefeated. Without being told it, Paul knew he...rincess Royal, Bene Gesseri...rained...ace that time vision had shown him in many aspects: Irulan.

There's my ke...e thought.

Then he saw movement in the clustered people...ace and figure emerge...hufir Hawat, the seamed old features with darkly stained lips, the hunched shoulders, the look of fragile age about him.

"There's Thufir Hawat," Paul said. "Let him stand free, Gurney."

"M'Lord," Gurney said.

"Let him stand free," Paul repeated.

Gurney nodded.

Hawat shambled forward a...remen lance was lifted and replaced behind him. The rheumy eyes peered at Paul, measuring, seeking.

Paul stepped forward one pace, sensed the tense, waiting movement of the Emperor and his people.

Hawat's gaze stabbed past Paul, and the old man said: "Lady Jessica...ut learned this day how I've wronged you in my thoughts. You needn't forgive."

Paul waited, but his mother remained silent.

"Thufir, old friend," Paul said, "as you can see, my back is toward no door."

"The universe is full of doors," Hawat said.

"A...y father's son?" Paul asked.

"More like your grandfather's," Hawat rasped. "You've his manner and the look of him in your eyes."

"Yet I'm my father's son," Paul said. "Fo...ay to you, Thufir, that in payment for your years of service to my family you may now ask anything you wish of me. Anything at all. Do you need my life now, Thufir? It is yours." Paul stepped forwar...ace, hands at his side, seeing the look of awareness grow in Hawat's eyes.

He realizes tha...now of the treacher...aul thought.

Pitching his voice to carry i...alf-whisper for Hawat's ears alone, Paul said: "I mean this, Thufir. If you're to strike me, do it now."

"I but wanted to stand before you once more, my Duke," Hawat said. And Paul became aware for the first time of the effort the old man exerted to keep from falling. Paul reached out, supported Hawat by the shoulders, feeling the muscle tremors beneath his hands.

"Is there pain, old friend?" Paul asked.

"There is pain, my Duke," Hawat agreed, "but the pleasure is greater." He half turned in Paul's arms, extended his left hand, palm up, toward the Emperor, exposing the tiny needle cupped against the fingers. "See, Majesty?" he called. "See your traitor's needle? Did you think tha...ho've given my life to service of the Atreides would give them less now?"

Paul staggered as the old man sagged in his arms, felt the death there, the utter flaccidity. Gently, Paul lowered Hawat to the floor, straightened and signed for guardsmen to carry the body away.

Silence held the hall while his command was obeyed.

A look of deadly waiting held the Emperor's face now. Eyes that had never admitted fear admitted it at last.

"Majesty," Paul said, and noted the jerk of surprised attention in the tall Princess Royal. The words had been uttered with the Bene Gesserit controlled atonals, carrying in it every shade of contempt and scorn that Paul could put there.

Bene-Gesserit trained indee...aul thought.

The Emperor cleared his throat, said: "Perhaps my respected kinsman believes he has things all his own way now. Nothing could be more remote from fact. You have violated the Convention, used atomics agains.."

"I used atomics agains...atural feature of the desert," Paul said. "It was in my way an...as i...urry to get to you, Majesty, to ask your explanation for some of your strange activities."

"There'...assed armada of the Great Houses in space over Arrakis right now," the Emperor said. "I've but to say the word and they'l.."

"Oh, yes," Paul said, "I almost forgot about them." He searched through the Emperor's suite until he saw the faces of the two Guildsmen, spoke aside to Gurney. "Are those the Guild agents, Gurney, the two fat ones dressed in gray over there?"

"Yes, m'Lord."

"You two," Paul said, pointing. "Get out of there immediately and dispatch messages that will get that fleet on its way home. After this, you'll ask my permission befor.."

"The Guild doesn't take your orders!" the taller of the two barked. He and his companion pushed through to the barrier lances, which were raised a...od from Paul. The two men stepped out and the taller leveled an arm at Paul, said: "You may very well be under embargo for you.."

"I...ear any more nonsense from either of you," Paul said, "I'll give the order that'll destroy all spice production on Arraki... . forever."

"Are you mad?" the tall Guildsman demanded. He fell back hal...tep.

"You grant tha...ave the power to do this thing, then?" Paul asked.

The Guildsman seemed to stare into space fo...oment, then: "Yes, you could do it, but you must not."

"Ah-h-h," Paul said and nodded to himself. "Guild navigators, both of you, eh?"

"Yes!"

The shorter of the pair said: "You would blind yourself, too, and condemn us all to slow death. Have you any idea what it means to be deprived of the spice liquor once you're addicted?"

"The eye that looks ahead to the safe course is closed forever," Paul said. "The Guild is crippled. Humans become little isolated clusters on their isolated planets. You know...ight do this thing out of pure spit... . or out of ennui."

"Let us talk this over privately," the taller Guildsman said. "I'm sure we can come to some compromise that i.."

"Send the message to your people over Arrakis," Paul said. "I grow tired of this argument. If that fleet over us doesn't leave soon there'll be no need for us to talk." He nodded toward his communications men at the side of the hall. "You may use our equipment."

"First we must discuss this," the tall Guildsman said. "We cannot jus.."

"Do it!" Paul barked. "The power to destro...hing is the absolute control over it. You've agree...ave that power. We are not here to discuss or to negotiate or to compromise. You will obey my orders or suffer the immediate consequences!"

"He means it," the shorter Guildsman said. And Paul saw the fear grip them.

Slowly the two crossed to the Fremen communications equipment.

"Will they obey?" Gurney asked.

"They hav...arrow vision of time," Paul said. "They can see ahead t...lank wall marking the consequences of disobedience. Every Guild navigator on every ship over us can look ahead to that same wall. They'll obey."

Paul turned back to look at the Emperor, said: "When they permitted you to mount your father's throne, it was only on the assurance that you'd keep the spice flowing. You've failed them, Majesty. Do you know the consequences?"

"Nobody permitted me t.."

"Stop playing the fool," Paul barked. "The Guild is lik...illage besid...iver. They need the water, but can only dip out what they require. They cannot dam the river and control it, because that focuses attention on what they take, it brings down eventual destruction. The spice flow, that's their river, an...ave buil...am. But my dam is such that you cannot destroy it without destroying the river."

The Emperor brushe...and through his red hair, glanced at the backs of the two Guildsmen.

"Even your Bene Gesserit Truthsayer is trembling," Paul said. "There are other poisons the Reverend Mothers can use for their tricks, but once they've used the spice liquor, the others no longer work."

The old woman pulled her shapeless black robes around her, pressed forward out of the crowd to stand at the barrier lances.

"Reverend Mother Gaius Helen Mohiam," Paul said. "It has bee...ong time since Caladan, hasn't it?"

She looked past him at his mother, said: "Well, Jessica...ee that your son is indeed the one. For that you can be forgiven even the abomination of your daughter."

Paul stille...old, piercing anger, said: "You've never had the right or cause to forgive my mother anything!"

The old woman locked eyes with him.

"Try your tricks on me, old witch," Paul said. "Where's your gom jabbar? Try looking into that place where you dare not look! You'll find me there staring out at you!"

The old woman dropped her gaze.

"Have you nothing to say?" Paul demanded.

"I welcomed you to the ranks of humans," she muttered. "Don't besmirch that."

Paul raised his voice: "Observe her, comrades! This i...ene Gesserit Reverend Mother, patient i...atient cause. She could wait with her sister...inety generations for the proper combination of genes and environment to produce the one person their schemes required. Observe her! She knows now that the ninety generations have produced that person. Her...tan... . bu... ... ...il... . neve... . d... . he... . bidding!"

"Jessica!" the old woman screamed. "Silence him!"

"Silence him yourself," Jessica said.

Paul glared at the old woman. "For your part in all thi...ould gladly have you strangled," he said. "You couldn't prevent it!" he snapped as she stiffened in rage. "Bu...hink it better punishment that you live out your years never able to touch me or bend me t...ingle thing your scheming desires."

"Jessica, what have you done?" the old woman demanded.

"I'll give you only one thing," Paul said. "You saw part of what the race needs, but how poorly you saw it. You think to control human breeding and intermi...elect few according to your master plan! How little you understand of wha.."

"You mustn't speak of these things!" the old woman hissed.

"Silence!" Paul roared. The word seemed to take substance as it twisted through the air between them under Paul's control.

The old woman reeled back into the arms of those behind her, face blank with shock at the power with which he had seized her psyche. "Jessica, "she whispered. "Jessica."

"I remember your gom jabbar," Paul said. "You remember mine...an kill you wit...ord."

The Fremen around the ball glanced knowingly at each other. Did the legend not say: "And his word shall carry death eternal to those who stand against righteousness ."

Paul turned his attention to the tall Princess Royal standing beside her Emperor father. Keeping his eyes focused on her, he said: "Majesty, we both know the way out of our difficulty."

The Emperor glanced at his daughter, back to Paul. "You dare? You! An adventurer without family...obody fro.."

"You've already admitted wh...m," Paul said. "Royal kinsman, you said. Let's stop this nonsense."

"I am your ruler," the Emperor said.

Paul glanced at the Guildsmen standing now at the communications equipment and facing him. One of them nodded.

"I could force it," Paul said.

"You will not dare!" the Emperor grated.

Paul merely stared at him.

The Princess Royal pu...and on her father's arm. "Father," she said, and her voice was silky soft, soothing.

"Don't try your tricks on me," the Emperor said. He looked at her. "You don't need to do this, Daughter. We've other resources tha.."

"But here'...an fit to be your son," she said.

The old Reverend Mother, her composure regained, forced her way to the Emperor's side, leaned close to his ear and whispered.

"She pleads your case," Jessica said.

Paul continued to look at the golden-haired Princess. Aside to his mother, he said: "That's Irulan, the oldest, isn't it?"

"Yes."

Chani moved up on Paul's other side, said: "Do you wish me to leave, Muad'Dib?"

He glanced at her. "Leave? You'll never again leave my side."

"There's nothing binding between us," Chani said.

Paul looked down at her fo...ilent moment, then: "Speak only truth with me, my Sihaya." As she started to reply, he silenced her wit...inger to her lips. "That which binds us cannot be loosed," he said. "Now, watch these matters closely fo...ish to see this room later through your wisdom."

The Emperor and his Truthsayer were carrying o...eated, low-voiced argument.

Paul spoke to his mother: "She reminds him that it's part of their agreement to plac...ene Gesserit on the throne, and Irulan is the one they've groomed for it."

"Was that their plan?" Jessica said.

"Isn't it obvious?" Paul asked.

"I see the signs!" Jessica snapped. "My question was meant to remind you that you should not try to teach me those matters in whic...nstructed you."

Paul glanced at her, caugh...old smile on her lips.

Gurney Halleck leaned between them, said: "I remind you, m'Lord, that there'...arkonnen in that bunch." He nodded toward the dark-haired Feyd-Rautha pressed agains...arrier lance on the left. "The one with the squinting eyes there on the left. As evi...ace a...ver saw. You promised me once tha.."

"Thank you, Gurney," Paul said.

"It's the na-Baro... . Baron now that the old man's dead," Gurney said. "He'll do for what I've i.."

"Can you take him, Gurney?"

"M'Lord jests!"

"That argument between the Emperor and his witch has gone on long enough, don't you think, Mother?"

She nodded. "Indeed."

Paul raised his voice, called out to the Emperor: "Majesty, is ther...arkonnen among you?"

Royal disdain revealed itself in the way the Emperor turned to look at Paul. "I believe my entourage has been placed under the protection of your ducal word," he said.

"My question was for information only," Paul said. "I wish to know i...arkonnen is officiall...art of your entourage or i...arkonnen is merely hiding behin...echnicality out of cowardice."

The Emperor's smile was calculating. "Anyone accepted into the Imperial company i...ember of my entourage."

"You have the word o...uke," Paul said, "but Muad'Dib is another matter. He may not recognize your definition of what constitutes an entourage. My friend Gurney Halleck wishes to kil...arkonnen. If h.."

"Kanly!" Feyd-Rautha shouted. He pressed against the barrier lance. "Your father named this vendetta, Atreides. You call me coward while you hide among your women and offer to sen...ackey against me!"

The old Truthsayer whispered something fiercely into the Emperor's ear, but he pushed her aside, said: "Kanly, is it? There are strict rules for kanly."

"Paul, pu...top to this," Jessica said.

"M'Lord," Gurney said, "You promised me my day against the Harkonnens."

"You've had your day against them," Paul said and he fel...arlequin abandon take over his emotions. He slipped his robe and hood from his shoulders, handed them to his mother with his belt and crysknife, began unstrapping his stillsuit. He sensed now that the universe focused on this moment.

"There's no need for this," Jessica said. "There are easier ways, Paul."

Paul stepped out of his stillsuit, slipped the crysknife from its sheath in his mother's hand. "I know," he said. "Poison, an assassin, all the old familiar ways."

"You promised m...arkonnen!" Gurney hissed, and Paul marked the rage in the man's face, the way the inkvine scar stood out dark and ridged. "You owe it to me, m'Lord!"

"Have you suffered more from them than I?" Paul asked.

"My sister," Gurney rasped. "My years in the slave pit.."

"My father," Paul said. "My good friends and companions, Thufir Hawat and Duncan Idaho, my years a...ugitive without rank or succo... . and one more thing: it is now kanly and you know as well a...he rules that must prevail."

Halleck's shoulders sagged. "M'Lord, if that swin... . he's no more tha...east you'd spurn with your foot and discard the shoe because it'd been contaminated. Call in an executioner, if you must, or let me do it, but don't offer yourself t.."

"Muad'Dib need not do this thing," Chani said.

He glanced at her, saw the fear for him in her eyes. "But the Duke Paul must," he said.

"This i...arkonnen animal!" Gurney rasped.

Paul hesitated on the point of revealing his own Harkonnen ancestry, stopped a...harp look from his mother, said merely: "But this being has human shape, Gurney, and deserves human doubt."

Gurney said: "If he so much a.."

"Please stand aside," Paul said. He hefted the crysknife, pushed Gurney gently aside.

"Gurney!" Jessica said. She touched Gurney's arm. "He's like his grandfather in this mood. Don't distract him. It's the only thing you can do for him now." And she thought: Great Mother! What irony .

The Emperor was studying Feyd-Rautha, seeing the heavy shoulders, the thick muscles. He turned to look at Pau... stringy whipcord o...outh, not as desiccated as the Arrakeen natives, but with ribs there to count, and sunken in the flanks so that the ripple and gather of muscles could be followed under the skin.

Jessica leaned close to Paul, pitched her voice for his ears alone: "One thing, Son. Sometime...angerous person is prepared by the Bene Gesserit...ord implanted into the deepest recesses by the old pleasure-pain methods. The word-sound most frequently used is Uroshnor. If this one's been prepared, a...trongly suspect, that word uttered in his ear will render his muscles flaccid an.."

"I want no special advantage for this one," Paul said. "Step back out of my way."

Gurney spoke to her: "Why is he doing this? Does he think to get himself killed and achieve martyrdom? This Fremen religious prattle, is that what clouds his reason?"

Jessica hid her face in her hands, realizing that she did not know fully why Paul took this course. She could feel death in the room and knew that the changed Paul was capable of suc...hing as Gurney suggested. Every talent within her focused on the need to protect her son, but there was nothing she could do.

"Is it this religious prattle?" Gurney insisted.

"Be silent," Jessica whispered. "And pray."

The Emperor's face was touched by an abrupt smile. "If Feyd-Rautha Harkonne... . of my entourag... . so wishes," he said, "I relieve him of all restraint and give him freedom to choose his own course in this." The Emperor wave...and toward Paul's Fedaykin guards. "One of your rabble has my belt and short blade. If Feyd-Rautha wishes it, he may meet you with my blade in his hand."

"I wish it," Feyd-Rautha said, and Paul saw the elation on the man's face.

He's overconfiden...aul thought. There'...atural advantag...an accept .

"Get the Emperor's blade," Paul said, and watched as his command was obeyed. "Put it on the floor there." He indicate...lace with his foot. "Clear the Imperial rabble back against the wall and let the Harkonnen stand clear."

A flurry of robes, scraping of feet, low-voiced commands and protests accompanied obedience to Paul's command. The Guildsmen remained standing near the communications equipment. They frowned at Paul in obvious indecision.

They're accustomed to seeing the futur...aul thought. In this place and time they're blin... . even a......nd he sampled the time-winds, sensing the turmoil, the storm nexus that now focused on this moment place. Even the faint gaps were closed now. Here was the unborn jihad, he knew. Here was the race consciousness that he had known once as his own terrible purpose. Here was reason enough fo...wisatz Haderach o...isan al-Gaib or even the halting schemes of the Bene Gesserit. The race of humans had felt its own dormancy, sensed itself grown stale and knew now only the need to experience turmoil in which the genes would mingle and the strong new mixtures survive. All humans were alive as an unconscious single organism in this moment, experiencin...ind of sexual heat that could override any barrier.

And Paul saw how futile were any efforts of his to change any smallest bit of this. He had thought to oppose the jihad within himself, but the jihad would be. His legions would rage out from Arrakis even without him. They needed only the legend he already had become. He had shown them the way, given them mastery even over the Guild which must have the spice to exist.

A sense of failure pervaded him, and he saw through it that Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen had slipped out of the torn uniform, stripped down t...ighting girdle wit...ail core.

This is the clima...aul thought. From here, the future will open, the clouds part ont...ind of glory. And i...ie here, they'll sa...acrificed myself that my spirit might lead them. And i...ive, they'll say nothing can oppose Muad'Dib .

"Is the Atreides ready?" Feyd-Rautha called, using the words of the ancient kanly ritual.

Paul chose to answer him in the Fremen way: "May thy knife chip and shatter!" He pointed to the Emperor's blade on the floor, indicating that Feyd-Rautha should advance and take it.

Keeping his attention on Paul, Feyd-Rautha picked up the knife, balancing i...oment in his hand to get the feel of it. Excitement kindled in him. This wa...ight he had dreamed abou...an against man, skill against skill with no shields intervening. He could se...ay to power opening before him because the Emperor surely would reward whoever killed this troublesome duke. The reward might even be that haughty daughter an...hare of the throne. And this yokel duke, this back-world adventurer could not possibly b...atch fo...arkonnen trained in every device and every treachery b...housand arena combats. And the yokel had no way of knowing he faced more weapons tha...nife here.

Let us see if you're proof against poison! Feyd-Rautha thought. He saluted Paul with the Emperor's blade, said: "Meet your death, fool."

"Shall we fight, cousin?" Paul asked. And he cat-footed forward, eyes on the waiting blade, his body crouched low with his own milk-white crysknife pointing out as though an extension of his arm.

They circled each other, bare feet grating on the floor, watching with eyes intent for the slightest opening.

"How beautifully you dance," Feyd-Rautha said.

He'...alke...aul thought. There's another weakness. He grows uneasy in the face of silence .

"Have you been shriven?" Feyd-Rautha asked.

Still, Paul circled in silence.

And the old Reverend Mother, watching the fight from the press of the Emperor's suite, felt herself trembling. The Atreides youth had called the Harkonnen cousin. It could only mean he knew the ancestry they shared, easy to understand because he was the Kwisatz Haderach. But the words forced her to focus on the only thing that mattered to her here.

This could b...ajor catastrophe for the Bene Gesserit breeding scheme.

She had seen something of what Paul had seen here, that Feyd-Rautha might kill but not be victorious. Another thought, though, almost overwhelmed her. Two end products of this long and costly program faced each other i...ight to the death that might easily claim both of them. If both died here that would leave only Feyd-Rautha's bastard daughter, stil...aby, an unknown, an unmeasured factor, and Alia, the abomination.

"Perhaps you have only pagan rites here," Feyd-Rautha said. "Would you like the Emperor's Truthsayer to prepare your spirit for its journey?"

Paul smiled, circling to the right, alert, his black thoughts suppressed by the needs of the moment.

Feyd-Rautha leaped, feinting with right hand, but with the knife shifted i...lur to his left hand.

Paul dodged easily, noting the shield-conditioned hesitation in Feyd-Rautha's thrust. Still, it was not as grea...hield conditioning as some Paul had seen, and he sensed that Feyd-Rautha had fought before against unshielded foes.

"Does an Atreides run or stand and fight?" Feyd-Rautha asked.

Paul resumed his silent circling. Idaho 's words came back to him, the words of training from the long-ago practice floor on Caladan: "Use the first moments in study. You may miss many an opportunity for quick victory this way, but the moments of study are insurance of success. Take your time and be sure ."

"Perhaps you think this dance prolongs your lif...ew moments," Feyd-Rautha said. "Well and good." He stopped the circling, straightened.

Paul had seen enough fo...irst approximation. Feyd-Rautha led to the left side, presenting the right hip as though the mailed fighting girdle could protect his entire side. It was the action o...an trained to the shield and wit...nife in both hands.

O... . And Paul hesitate... . the girdle was more than it seemed .

The Harkonnen appeared too confident agains...an who'd this day led the forces of victory against Sardaukar legions.

Feyd-Rautha noted the hesitation, said: "Why prolong the inevitable? You but keep me from exercising my rights over this ball of dirt."

If it'...lip-dar...aul thought, it'...unning one. The girdle shows no signs of tampering .

"Why don't you speak?" Feyd-Rautha demanded.

Paul resumed his probing circle, allowing himsel...old smile at the tone of unease in Feyd-Rautha's voice, evidence that the pressure of silence was building.

"You smile, eh?" Feyd-Rautha asked. And he leaped in mid-sentence.

Expecting the slight hesitation, Paul almost failed to evade the downflash of blade, felt its tip scratch his left arm. He silenced the sudden pain there, his mind flooded with realization that the earlier hesitation had bee...ric...n overfeint. Here was more of an opponent than he had expected. There would be tricks within tricks within tricks.

"Your own Thufir Hawat taught me some of my skills," Feyd-Rautha said. "He gave me first blood. Too bad the old fool didn't live to see it."

And Paul recalled that Idaho had once said, "Expect only what happens in the fight. That way you'll never be surprised ."

Again the two circled each other, crouched, cautious.

Paul saw the return of elation to his opponent, wondered at it. Di...cratch signify that much to the man? Unless there were poison on the blade! But how could there be? His own men had handled the weapon, snooped it before passing it. They were too well trained to miss an obvious thing like that.

"That woman you were talking to over there," Feyd-Rautha said. "The little one. Is she something special to you...et perhaps? Will she deserve my special attentions?"

Paul remained silent, probing with his inner senses, examining the blood from the wound, findin...race of soporific from the Emperor's blade. He realigned his own metabolism to match this threat and change the molecules of the soporific, but he fel...hrill of doubt. They'd been prepared with soporific o...lade...oporific. Nothing to aler...oison snooper, but strong enough to slow the muscles it touched. His enemies had their own plans within plans, their own stacked treacheries.

Again Feyd-Rautha leaped, stabbing.

Paul, the smile frozen on his face, feinted with slowness as though inhibited by the drug and at the last instant dodged to meet the downflashing arm on the crysknife's point.

Feyd-Rautha ducked sideways and was out and away, his blade shifted to his left hand, and the measure of him that onl...light paleness of jaw betrayed the acid pain where Paul had cut him.

Let him know his own moment of doub...aul thought. Let him suspect poison .

"Treachery!" Feyd-Rautha shouted. "He's poisoned me...o feel poison in my arm!"

Paul dropped his cloak of silence, said: "Onl...ittle acid to counter the soporific on the Emperor's blade."

Feyd-Rautha matched Paul's cold smile, lifted blade in left hand fo...ock salute. His eyes glared rage behind the knife.

Paul shifted his crysknife to his left hand, matching his opponent. Again, they circled, probing.

Feyd-Rautha began closing the space between them, edging in, knife held high, anger showing itself in squint of eye and set of jaw. He feinted right and under, and they were pressed against each other, knife hands gripped, straining.

Paul, cautious of Feyd-Rautha's right hip where he suspecte...oison flip-dart, forced the turn to the right. He almost failed to see the needlepoint flick out beneath the belt line...hift an...iving in Feyd-Rautha's motion warned him. The tiny point missed Paul's flesh by the barest fraction.

On the left hip!

Treachery within treachery within treacher...aul reminded himself. Using Bene Gesserit-trained muscles, he sagged to catc...eflex in Feyd-Rautha, but the necessity of avoiding the tiny point jutting from his opponent's hip threw Paul off just enough that he missed his footing and found himself thrown hard to the floor, Feyd-Rautha on top.

"You see it there on my hip?" Feyd-Rautha whispered. "Your death, fool." And he began twisting himself around, forcing the poisoned needle closer and closer. "It'll stop your muscles and my knife will finish you. There'll be neve...race left to detect!"

Paul strained, hearing the silent screams in his mind, his cell-stamped ancestors demanding that he use the secret word to slow Feyd-Rautha, to save himself.

"I will not say it!" Paul gasped.

Feyd-Rautha gaped at him, caught in the merest fraction of hesitation. It was enough for Paul to find the weakness of balance in one of his opponent's leg muscles, and their positions were reversed. Feyd-Rautha lay partly underneath with right hip high, unable to turn because of the tiny needlepoint caught against the floor beneath him.

Paul twisted his left hand free, aided by the lubrication of blood from his arm, thrust once hard up underneath Feyd-Rautha's jaw. The point slid home into the brain. Feyd-Rautha jerked and sagged back, still held partly on his side by the needle imbedded in the floor.

Breathing deeply to restore his calm, Paul pushed himself away and got to his feet. He stood over the body, knife in hand, raised his eyes with deliberate slowness to look across the room at the Emperor.

"Majesty," Paul said, "your force is reduced by one more. Shall we now shed sham and pretense? Shall we now discuss what must be? Your daughter wed to me and the way opened for an Atreides to sit on the throne."

The Emperor turned, looked at Count Fenring. The Count met his star...ray eyes against green. The thought lay there clearly between them, their association so long that understanding could be achieved wit...lance.

Kill this upstart for m...he Emperor was saying. The Atreides is young and resourceful, ye...ut he is also tired from long effort and he'd be no match for you, anyway. Call him out no... . you know the way of it. Kill him .

Slowly, Fenring moved his head...rolonged turning until he faced Paul.

"Do it!" the Emperor hissed.

The Count focused on Paul, seeing with eyes his Lady Margot had trained in the Bene Gesserit way, aware of the mystery and hidden grandeur about this Atreides youth.

I could kill hi...enring though...nd he knew this fo...ruth.

Something in his own secretive depths stayed the Count then, and he glimpsed briefly, inadequately, the advantage he held over Pau... way of hiding from the youth...urtiveness of person and motives that no eye could penetrate.

Paul, aware of some of this from the way the time nexus boiled, understood at last why he had never seen Fenring along the webs of prescience. Fenring was one of the might-have-beens, an almost Kwisatz Haderach, crippled b...law in the genetic patter... eunuch, his talent concentrated into furtiveness and inner seclusion...eep compassion for the Count flowed through Paul, the first sense of brotherhood he'd ever experienced.

Fenring, reading Paul's emotion, said, "Majesty...ust refuse."

Rage overcame Shaddam IV. He took two short steps through the entourage, cuffed Fenring viciously across the jaw.

A dark flush spread up and over the Count's face. He looked directly at the Emperor, spoke with deliberate lack of emphasis: "We have been friends, Majesty. Wha...o now is out of friendship...hall forget that you struck me."

Paul cleared his throat, said: "We were speaking of the throne, Majesty."

The Emperor whirled, glared at Paul. "I sit on the throne!" he barked.

"You shall hav...hrone on Salusa Secundus," Paul said.

"I put down my arms and came here on your word of bond!" the Emperor shouted. "You dare threate.."

"Your person is safe in my presence," Paul said. "An Atreides promised it. Muad'Dib, however, sentences you to your prison planet. But have no fear, Majesty...ill ease the harshness of the place with all the powers at my disposal. It shall becom...arden world, full of gentle things."

As the hidden import of Paul's words grew in the Emperor's mind, he glared across the room at Paul. "Now we see true motives," he sneered.

"Indeed," Paul said.

"And what of Arrakis?" the Emperor asked. "Another garden world full of gentle things?"

"The Fremen have the word of Muad'Dib," Paul said. "There will be flowing water here open to the sky and green oases rich with good things. But we have the spice to think of, too. Thus, there will always be desert on Arraki... . and fierce winds, and trials to toughe...an. We Fremen hav...aying: 'God created Arrakis to train the faithful.' One cannot go against the word of God."

The old Truthsayer, the Reverend Mother Gaius Helen Mohiam, had her own view of the hidden meaning in Paul's words now. She glimpsed the jihad and said: "You cannot loose these people upon the universe!"

"You will think back to the gentle ways of the Sardaukar!" Paul snapped.

"You cannot," she whispered.

"You'r...ruthsayer," Paul said. "Review your words." He glanced at the Princess Royal, back to the Emperor. "Best be done quickly, Majesty."

The Emperor turne...tricken look upon his daughter. She touched his arm, spoke soothingly: "For thi...as trained, Father."

He too...eep breath.

"You cannot stay this thing," the old Truthsayer muttered.

The Emperor straightened, standing stiffly wit...ook of remembered dignity. "Who will negotiate for you, kinsman?" he asked.

Paul turned, saw his mother, her eyes heavy-lidded, standing with Chani i...quad of Fedaykin guards. He crossed to them, stood looking down at Chani.

"I know the reasons," Chani whispered. "If it must b... . Usul."

Paul, hearing the secret tears in her voice, touched her cheek. "My Sihaya need fear nothing, ever," he whispered. He dropped his arm, faced his mother. "You will negotiate for me, Mother, with Chani by your side. She has wisdom and sharp eyes. And it is wisely said that no one bargains tougher tha...remen. She will be looking through the eyes of her love for me and with the thought of her sons to be, what they will need. Listen to her."

Jessica sensed the harsh calculation in her son, put dow...hudder. "What are your instructions?" she asked.

"The Emperor's entire CHOAM Company holdings as dowry," he said.

"Entire?" She was shocked almost speechless.

"He is to be stripped. I'll want an earldom and CHOAM directorship for Gurney Halleck, and him in the fief of Caladan. There will be titles and attendant power for every surviving Atreides man, not excepting the lowliest trooper."

"What of the Fremen?" Jessica asked.

"The Fremen are mine," Paul said. "What they receive shall be dispensed by Muad'Dib. It'll begin with Stilgar as Governor on Arrakis, but that can wait."

"And for me?" Jessica asked.

"Is there something you wish?"

"Perhaps Caladan," she said, looking at Gurney. "I'm not certain. I've become too much the Freme... . and the Reverend Mother...ee...ime of peace and stillness in which to think."

"That you shall have," Paul said, "and anything else that Gurney o...an give you."

Jessica nodded, feeling suddenly old and tired. She looked at Chani. "And for the royal concubine?"

"No title for me," Chani whispered. "Nothing...eg of you."

Paul stared down into her eyes, remembering her suddenly as she had stood once with little Leto in her arms, their child now dead in this violence. "I swear to you now," he whispered, "that you'll need no title. That woman over there will be my wife and you bu...oncubine because this i...olitical thing and we must weld peace out of this moment, enlist the Great Houses of the Landsraad. We must obey the forms. Yet that princess shall have no more of me than my name. No child of mine nor touch nor softness of glance, nor instant of desire."

"So you say now," Chani said. She glanced across the room at the tall princess.

"Do you know so little of my son?" Jessica whispered. "See that princess standing there, so haughty and confident. They say she has pretensions o...iterary nature. Let us hope she finds solace in such things; she'll have little else." QQQ...itter laugh escaped Jessica. "Think on it, Chani: that princess will have the name, yet she'll live as less tha...oncubin...ever to kno...oment of tenderness from the man to whom she's bound. While we, Chani, we who carry the name of concubin...istory will call us wives."