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“
Ah
,
Dr
.
Kynes
,
”
the
water
-
shipper
said
.
“
You
’
ve
come
in
from
tramping
around
with
your
mobs
of
Fremen
.
How
gracious
of
you
.
”
Kynes
passed
an
unreadable
glance
across
Bewt
,
said
:
“
It
is
said
in
the
desert
that
possession
of
water
in
great
amount
can
inflict
a
man
with
fatal
carelessness
.
”
“
They
have
many
strange
sayings
in
the
desert
,
”
Bewt
said
,
but
his
voice
betrayed
uneasiness
.
Jessica
crossed
to
Leto
,
slipped
her
hand
under
his
arm
to
gain
a
moment
in
which
to
calm
herself
.
Kynes
had
said
:
“
.
.
.
the
shortening
of
the
way
.
”
In
the
old
tongue
,
the
phrase
translated
as
“
Kwisatz
Haderach
.
”
The
planetologist
’
s
odd
question
seemed
to
have
gone
unnoticed
by
the
others
,
and
now
Kynes
was
bending
over
one
of
the
consort
women
,
listening
to
a
low
-
voiced
coquetry
.
Kwisatz
Haderach
,
Jessica
thought
.
Did
our
Missionaria
Protectiva
plant
that
legend
here
,
too
?
The
thought
fanned
her
secret
hope
for
Paul
.
He
could
be
the
Kwisatz
Haderach
.
He
could
be
.
The
Guild
Bank
representative
had
fallen
into
conversation
with
the
watershipper
,
and
Bewt
’
s
voice
lifted
above
the
renewed
hum
of
conversations
:
“
Many
people
have
sought
to
change
Arrakis
.
”
The
Duke
saw
how
the
words
seemed
to
pierce
Kynes
,
jerking
the
planetologist
upright
and
away
from
the
flirting
woman
.
Into
the
sudden
silence
,
a
house
trooper
in
uniform
of
a
footman
cleared
his
throat
behind
Leto
,
said
:
“
Dinner
is
served
,
my
Lord
.
”
