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So
many
new
things
to
learn
about
—
the
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
at
a
sound
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
slipped
a
tiny
hunter
-
seeker
no
more
than
five
centimeters
long
.
Paul
recognized
it
at
once
—
a
common
assassination
weapon
that
every
child
of
royal
blood
learned
about
at
an
early
age
.
It
was
a
ravening
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
room
to
reflect
his
target
,
the
operator
would
be
relying
on
motion
—
anything
that
moved
.
A
shield
could
slow
a
hunter
,
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
maintenance
—
and
there
was
always
the
peril
of
explosive
pyrotechnics
if
the
laser
beam
intersected
a
hot
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
.
