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When
they
—
”
“
At
Paul
?
”
“
Yes
,
my
Lord
.
They
’
ve
a
legend
here
,
a
prophecy
,
that
a
leader
will
come
to
them
,
child
of
a
Bene
Gesserit
,
to
lead
them
to
true
freedom
.
It
follows
the
familiar
messiah
pattern
.
”
“
They
think
Paul
is
this
.
.
.
this
.
.
.
.
”
“
They
only
hope
,
my
Lord
.
”
Hawat
extended
a
filmclip
capsule
.
The
Duke
accepted
it
,
thrust
it
into
a
pocket
.
“
I
’
ll
look
at
it
later
.
”
“
Certainly
,
my
Lord
.
”
“
Right
now
,
I
need
time
to
.
.
.
think
.
”
“
Yes
,
my
Lord
.
”
The
Duke
took
a
deep
sighing
breath
,
strode
out
the
door
.
He
turned
to
his
right
down
the
hall
,
began
walking
,
hands
behind
his
back
,
paying
little
attention
to
where
he
was
.
There
were
corridors
and
stairs
and
balconies
and
halls
.
.
.
people
who
saluted
and
stood
aside
for
him
.
