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If
I
slip
out
without
asking
I
haven
’
t
disobeyed
orders
.
And
Iwill
stay
in
the
house
where
it
’
s
safe
.
He
heard
his
mother
and
Yueh
talking
in
the
other
room
.
Their
words
were
indistinct
—
something
about
the
spice
.
.
.
the
Harkonnens
.
The
conversation
rose
and
fell
.
Paul
’
s
attention
went
to
the
carved
headboard
of
his
bed
—
a
false
headboard
attached
to
the
wall
and
concealing
the
controls
for
this
room
’
s
functions
.
A
leaping
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
.
A
tall
bookcase
stood
against
the
wall
to
his
left
.
It
could
be
swung
aside
to
reveal
a
closet
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
him
—
“
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
bush
.
.
.
kit
fox
,
desert
hawk
,
kangaroo
mouse
.
.
.
.
Names
and
pictures
,
names
and
pictures
from
man
’
s
terranic
past
—
and
many
to
be
found
now
nowhere
else
in
the
universe
except
here
on
Arrakis
.
