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“
How
.
.
.
save
.
.
.
them
?
”
Leto
whispered
.
“
By
making
it
appear
they
’
re
dead
,
by
secreting
them
among
people
who
draw
knife
at
hearing
the
Harkonnen
name
,
who
hate
the
Harkonnens
so
much
they
’
ll
burn
a
chair
in
which
a
Harkonnen
has
sat
,
salt
the
ground
over
which
a
Harkonnen
has
walked
.
”
He
touched
Leto
’
s
jaw
.
“
Can
you
feel
anything
in
your
jaw
?
”
The
Duke
found
that
he
could
not
answer
.
He
sensed
distant
tugging
,
saw
Yueh
’
s
hand
come
up
with
the
ducal
signet
ring
.
“
For
Paul
,
”
Yueh
said
.
“
You
’
ll
be
unconscious
presently
.
Good
-
by
,
my
poor
Duke
.
When
next
we
meet
we
’
ll
have
no
time
for
conversation
.
”
Cool
remoteness
spread
upward
from
Leto
’
s
jaw
,
across
his
cheeks
.
The
shadowy
hall
narrowed
to
a
pinpoint
with
Yueh
’
s
purple
lips
centered
in
it
.
“
Remember
the
tooth
!
”
Yueh
hissed
.
“
The
tooth
!
”
*
*
*
There
should
be
a
science
of
discontent
.
People
need
hard
times
and
oppression
to
develop
psychic
muscles
.
—
from
“
Collected
Sayings
of
Muad
’
Dib
”
by
the
Princess
Irulan
JESSICA
AWOKE
in
the
dark
,
feeling
premonition
in
the
stillness
around
her
.
She
could
not
understand
why
her
mind
and
body
felt
so
sluggish
.
