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Paul
lifted
the
paracompass
from
the
pack
,
returned
it
,
said
:
“
Think
of
all
these
special
-
application
Fremen
machines
.
They
show
unrivaled
sophistication
.
Admit
it
.
The
culture
that
made
these
things
betrays
depths
no
one
suspected
.
”
Hesitating
,
still
worried
by
the
harshness
in
his
voice
,
Jessica
returned
to
the
book
,
studied
an
illustrated
constellation
from
the
Arrakeen
sky
:
“
Muad
’
Dib
:
The
Mouse
,
”
and
noted
that
the
tail
pointed
north
.
Paul
stared
into
the
tent
’
s
darkness
at
the
dimly
discerned
movements
of
his
mother
revealed
by
the
manual
’
s
glowtab
.
Now
is
the
time
to
carry
out
my
father
’
s
wish
,
he
thought
.
I
must
give
her
his
message
now
while
she
has
time
for
grief
.
Grief
would
inconvenience
us
later
.
And
he
found
himself
shocked
by
precise
logic
.
“
Mother
,
”
he
said
.
“
Yes
?
”
She
heard
the
change
in
his
voice
,
felt
coldness
in
her
entrails
at
the
sound
.
Never
had
she
heard
such
harsh
control
.
“
My
father
is
dead
,
”
he
said
.
She
searched
within
herself
for
the
coupling
of
fact
and
fact
and
fact
—
the
Bene
Gesserit
way
of
assessing
data
—
and
it
came
to
her
:
the
sensation
of
terrifying
loss
.
