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—
from
“
Songs
of
Muad
’
Dib
”
by
the
Princess
Irulan
PAUL
FELT
that
all
his
past
,
every
experience
before
this
night
,
had
become
sand
curling
in
an
hourglass
.
He
sat
near
his
mother
hugging
his
knees
within
a
small
fabric
and
plastic
hutment
—
a
a
stilltent
—
that
had
come
,
like
the
Fremen
clothing
they
now
wore
,
from
the
pack
left
in
the
’
thopter
.
There
was
no
doubt
in
Paul
’
s
mind
who
had
put
the
Fremkit
there
,
who
had
directed
the
course
of
the
’
thopter
carrying
them
captive
.
Yueh
.
The
traitor
doctor
had
sent
them
directly
into
the
hands
of
Duncan
Idaho
.
Paul
stared
out
the
transparent
end
of
the
stilltent
at
the
moonshadowed
rocks
that
ringed
this
place
where
Idaho
had
hidden
them
.
Hiding
like
a
child
when
I
’
m
now
the
Duke
,
Paul
thought
.
He
felt
the
thought
gall
him
,
but
could
not
deny
the
wisdom
in
what
they
did
.
Something
had
happened
to
his
awareness
this
night
—
he
saw
with
sharpened
clarity
every
circumstance
and
occurrence
around
him
.
He
felt
unable
to
stop
the
inflow
of
data
or
the
cold
precision
with
which
each
new
item
was
added
to
his
knowledge
and
the
computation
was
centered
in
his
awareness
.
It
was
Mentat
power
and
more
.
Paul
thought
back
to
the
moment
of
impotent
rage
as
the
strange
‘
thopter
dived
out
of
the
night
onto
them
,
stooping
like
a
giant
hawk
above
the
desert
with
wind
screaming
through
its
wings
.
The
thing
in
Paul
’
s
mind
had
happened
then
.
The
’
thopter
had
skidded
and
slewed
across
a
sand
ridge
toward
the
running
figures
—
his
mother
and
himself
.
Paul
remembered
how
the
smell
of
burned
sulfur
from
abrasion
of
’
thopter
skids
against
sand
had
drifted
across
them
.
