goodreads.ccChapter Fourteen
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...quot;
"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...quot;
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...quot;
"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...quot;
"Lad," Kynes said, "there are things you don'...quot;
"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...quot;
"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...quot;
"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...quot;
"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...quot;
"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 na��ve 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...quot;
"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...quot;
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 .
......
"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...quot;
"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...quot;
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...quot;
"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...quot;
"Lad," Kynes said, "there are things you don'...quot;
"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...quot;
"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...quot;
"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...quot;
"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...quot;
"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 na��ve 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...quot;
"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...quot;
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 .
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