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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
:
“
.
.
.
for
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
more
a
question
than
a
statement
,
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
was
a
Bene
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
which
a
guard
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
from
a
paper
-
cluttered
table
.
It
was
a
green
-
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
.
