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The
mind
-
calming
Bene
Gesserit
regimen
his
mother
had
taught
him
kept
him
poised
,
ready
to
expand
any
opportunity
.
Paul
allowed
himself
another
slit
-
eyed
inspection
of
his
mother
’
s
face
.
She
appeared
unharmed
.
Gagged
,
though
.
He
wondered
who
could
’
ve
captured
her
.
His
own
captivity
was
plain
enough
—
to
bed
with
a
capsule
prescribed
by
Yueh
,
awaking
to
find
himself
bound
to
this
litter
.
Perhaps
a
similar
thing
had
befallen
her
.
Logic
said
the
traitor
was
Yueh
,
but
he
held
final
decision
in
abeyance
.
There
was
no
understanding
it
—
a
Suk
doctor
a
traitor
.
The
litter
tipped
slightly
as
the
Harkonnen
troopers
maneuvered
it
through
a
doorway
into
starlit
night
.
A
suspensor
-
buoy
rasped
against
the
doorway
.
Then
they
were
on
sand
,
feet
grating
in
it
.
A
’
thopter
wing
loomed
overhead
,
blotting
the
stars
.
The
litter
settled
to
the
ground
.
Paul
’
s
eyes
adjusted
to
the
faint
light
.
He
recognized
the
deaf
trooper
as
the
man
who
opened
the
’
thopter
door
,
peered
inside
at
the
green
gloom
illuminated
by
the
instrument
panel
.
“
This
the
’
thopter
we
’
re
supposed
to
use
?
”
he
asked
,
and
turned
to
watch
his
companion
’
s
lips
.
“
It
’
s
the
one
the
traitor
said
was
fixed
for
desert
work
,
”
the
other
said
.
Scarface
nodded
.
“
But
—
it
’
s
one
of
them
little
liaison
jobs
.
Ain
’
t
room
in
there
for
more
’
n
them
an
’
two
of
us
.
”
“
Two
’
s
enough
,
”
said
the
litter
-
bearer
,
moving
up
close
and
presenting
his
lips
for
reading
.
“
We
can
take
care
of
it
from
here
on
,
Kinet
.
”
