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And
the
way
she
called
his
mother
Jessica
like
a
common
serving
wench
instead
of
what
she
was
—
a
Bene
Gesserit
Lady
,
a
duke
’
s
concubine
and
mother
of
the
ducal
heir
.
Is
a
gom
jabbar
something
of
Arrakis
I
must
know
before
we
go
there
?
he
wondered
.
He
mouthed
her
strange
words
:
Gomjabbar
.
.
.
Kwisatz
Haderach
.
There
had
been
so
many
things
to
learn
.
Arrakis
would
be
a
place
so
different
from
Caladan
that
Paul
’
s
mind
whirled
with
the
new
knowledge
.
Arrakis
—
Dune
—
Desert
Planet
.
Thufir
Hawat
,
his
father
’
s
Master
of
Assassins
,
had
explained
it
:
their
mortal
enemies
,
the
Harkonnens
,
had
been
on
Arrakis
eighty
years
,
holding
the
planet
in
quasi
-
fief
under
a
CHOAM
Company
contract
to
mine
the
geriatric
spice
,
melange
.
Now
the
Harkonnens
were
leaving
to
be
replaced
by
the
House
of
Atreides
in
fief
-
complete
-
an
apparent
victory
for
the
Duke
Leto
.
Yet
,
Hawat
had
said
,
this
appearance
contained
the
deadliest
peril
,
for
the
Duke
Leto
was
popular
among
the
Great
Houses
of
the
Landsraad
.
“
A
popular
man
arouses
the
jealousy
of
the
powerful
,
”
Hawat
had
said
.
Arrakis
—
Dune
—
Desert
Planet
.
Paul
fell
asleep
to
dream
of
an
Arrakeen
cavern
,
silent
people
all
around
him
moving
in
the
dim
light
of
glowglobes
.
It
was
solemn
there
and
like
a
cathedral
as
he
listened
to
a
faint
sound
—
the
drip
-
drip
-
drip
of
water
.
Even
while
he
remained
in
the
dream
,
Paul
knew
he
would
remember
it
upon
awakening
.
He
always
remembered
the
dreams
that
were
predictions
.
