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as
a
last
resort
,
you
might
capitalize
on
that
.
”
Paul
stared
at
his
father
,
watching
the
shoulders
straighten
as
the
tablet
did
its
work
,
but
remembering
the
words
of
fear
and
doubt
.
“
What
’
s
keeping
that
ecologist
?
”
the
Duke
muttered
.
“
I
told
Thufir
to
have
him
here
early
.
”
*
*
*
My
father
,
the
Padishah
Emperor
,
took
me
by
the
hand
one
day
and
I
sensed
in
the
ways
my
mother
had
taught
me
that
he
was
disturbed
.
He
led
me
down
the
Hall
of
Portraits
to
the
ego
-
likeness
of
the
Duke
Leto
Atreides
.
I
marked
the
strong
resemblance
between
them
—
my
father
and
this
man
in
the
portrait
—
bothwith
thin
,
elegant
faces
and
sharp
features
dominated
by
cold
eyes
.
“
Princess
daughter
,
”
my
father
said
,
“
I
would
that
you
’
d
been
older
when
it
came
time
for
this
man
to
choose
a
woman
.
”
My
father
was
71
at
the
time
and
looking
no
older
than
the
man
in
the
portrait
,
and
I
was
but
14
,
yet
I
remember
deducing
in
that
instant
that
my
father
secretly
wished
the
Duke
had
been
his
son
,
and
disliked
the
political
necessities
that
made
them
enemies
.
—
“
In
my
Father
’
s
House
”
by
Princess
Irulan
HIS
FIRST
encounter
with
the
people
he
had
been
ordered
to
betray
left
Dr
.
Kynes
shaken
.
He
prided
himself
on
being
a
scientist
to
whom
legends
were
merely
interesting
clues
,
pointing
toward
cultural
roots
.
Yet
the
boy
fitted
the
ancient
prophecy
so
precisely
.
He
had
“
the
questing
eyes
,
”
and
the
air
of
“
reserved
candor
.
”
Of
course
,
the
prophecy
left
certain
latitude
as
to
whether
the
Mother
Goddess
would
bring
the
Messiah
with
her
or
produce
Him
on
the
scene
.
Still
,
there
was
this
odd
correspondence
between
prediction
and
persons
.
