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“
He
was
everything
we
thought
him
.
.
.
and
more
,
”
Paul
said
.
And
he
thought
:
Why
is
she
so
slow
seeing
these
things
?
He
said
,
“
If
Idaho
doesn
’
t
get
through
to
Kynes
,
we
’
ll
be
—
”
“
He
’
s
not
our
only
hope
,
”
she
said
.
“
Such
was
not
my
suggestion
,
”
he
said
.
She
heard
the
steel
in
his
voice
,
the
sense
of
command
,
and
stared
across
the
grey
darkness
of
the
stilltent
at
him
.
Paul
was
a
silhouette
against
moon
-
frosted
rocks
seen
through
the
tent
’
s
transparent
end
.
“
Others
among
your
father
’
s
men
will
have
escaped
,
”
she
said
.
“
We
must
regather
them
,
find
—
”
“
We
will
depend
upon
ourselves
,
”
he
said
.
“
Our
immediate
concern
is
our
family
atomics
.
We
must
get
them
before
the
Harkonnens
can
search
them
out
.
”
“
Not
likely
they
’
ll
be
found
,
”
she
said
,
“
the
way
they
were
hidden
.
”
“
It
must
not
be
left
to
chance
.
”
And
she
thought
:
Blackmail
with
the
family
atomics
as
a
threat
to
the
planet
and
its
spice
—
that
’
s
what
he
has
in
mind
.
But
all
he
can
hope
for
then
is
escape
into
renegade
anonymity
.
His
mother
’
s
words
had
provoked
another
train
of
thought
in
Paul
—
a
duke
’
s
concern
for
all
the
people
they
’
d
lost
this
night
.
People
are
the
true
strength
of
a
Great
House
,
Paul
thought
.
And
he
remembered
Hawat
’
s
words
:
“
Parting
with
people
is
a
sadness
;
a
place
is
only
a
place
.
