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“
The
spice
,
”
he
said
.
“
It
’
s
in
everything
here
—
the
air
,
the
soil
,
the
food
,
the
geriatric
spice
.
It
’
s
like
the
Truthsayer
drug
.
It
’
s
a
poison
!
”
She
stiffened
.
His
voice
lowered
and
he
repeated
:
“
A
poison
—
so
subtle
,
so
insidious
.
.
.
so
irreversible
.
It
won
’
t
even
kill
you
unless
you
stop
taking
it
.
We
can
’
t
leave
Arrakis
unless
we
take
part
of
Arrakis
with
us
.
”
The
terrifying
presence
of
his
voice
brooked
no
dispute
.
“
You
and
the
spice
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
The
spice
changes
anyone
who
gets
this
much
of
it
,
but
thanks
to
you
,
I
could
bring
the
change
to
consciousness
.
I
don
’
t
get
to
leave
it
in
the
unconscious
where
its
disturbance
can
be
blanked
out
.
I
can
see
it
.
”
“
Paul
,
you
—
”
“
I
see
it
!
”
he
repeated
.
She
heard
madness
in
his
voice
,
didn
’
t
know
what
to
do
.
But
he
spoke
again
,
and
she
heard
the
iron
control
return
to
him
:
“
We
’
re
trapped
here
.
”
We
’
re
trapped
here
,
she
agreed
.
