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Some
things
beggar
likeness
,
he
thought
.
He
had
never
imagined
anything
here
could
be
as
beautiful
as
that
shattered
red
horizon
and
the
purple
and
ochre
cliffs
.
Beyond
the
landing
field
where
the
night
’
s
faint
dew
had
touched
life
into
the
hurried
seeds
of
Arrakis
,
he
saw
great
puddles
of
red
blooms
and
,
running
through
them
,
an
articulate
tread
of
violet
.
.
.
like
giant
footsteps
.
“
It
’
s
a
beautiful
morning
,
Sire
,
”
the
guard
said
.
“
Yes
,
it
is
.
”
The
Duke
nodded
,
thinking
:
Perhaps
this
planet
could
grow
on
one
.
Perhaps
it
could
become
a
good
home
for
my
son
.
Then
he
saw
the
human
figures
moving
into
the
flower
fields
,
sweeping
them
with
strange
scythe
-
like
devices
—
dew
gatherers
.
Water
so
precious
here
that
even
the
dew
must
be
collected
.
And
it
could
be
a
hideous
place
,
the
Duke
thought
.
*
*
*
“
Thereis
probably
no
more
terrible
instant
of
enlightenment
than
the
one
in
which
you
discover
your
father
is
a
man
—
with
human
flesh
.
”
—
from
“
Collected
Sayings
of
Muad
’
Dib
”
by
the
Princess
Irulan
