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Dune
To
the
people
whose
labors
go
beyond
ideas
into
the
realm
of
“
real
materials
”
—
to
the
dry
-
land
ecologists
,
wherever
they
may
be
,
in
whatever
time
they
work
,
this
effort
at
prediction
is
dedicated
in
humility
and
admiration
.
*
*
*
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
bom
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
reached
a
nearly
unbearable
frenzy
,
an
old
crone
came
to
visit
the
mother
of
the
boy
,
Paul
.
It
was
a
warm
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
before
a
change
in
the
weather
.
The
old
woman
was
let
in
by
the
side
door
down
the
vaulted
passage
by
Paul
’
s
room
and
she
was
allowed
a
moment
to
peer
in
at
him
where
he
lay
in
his
bed
.
By
the
half
-
light
of
a
suspensor
lamp
,
dimmed
and
hanging
near
the
floor
,
the
awakened
boy
could
see
a
bulky
female
shape
at
his
door
,
standing
one
step
ahead
of
his
mother
.
The
old
woman
was
a
witch
shadow
—
hair
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
.
