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My
unknown
mother
,
Jessica
thought
.
The
Bene
Gesserit
who
bore
me
and
gave
me
to
the
Sisters
because
that
’
s
what
she
was
commanded
to
do
.
Was
she
glad
to
rid
herself
of
a
Harkonnen
child
?
“
The
place
to
hit
them
is
in
the
spice
,
”
Paul
said
.
How
can
he
think
of
attack
at
a
time
like
this
?
she
asked
herself
.
“
An
entire
planet
full
of
spice
,
”
she
said
.
“
How
can
you
hit
them
there
?
”
She
heard
him
stirring
,
the
sound
of
their
pack
being
dragged
across
the
tent
floor
.
“
It
was
sea
power
and
air
power
on
Caladan
,
”
he
said
.
“
Here
,
it
’
s
desert
power
.
The
Fremen
are
the
key
.
”
His
voice
came
from
the
vicinity
of
the
tent
’
s
sphincter
.
Her
Bene
Gesserit
training
sensed
in
his
tone
an
unresolved
bitterness
toward
her
.
All
his
life
he
has
been
trained
to
hate
Harkonnens
,
she
thought
.
Now
,
he
finds
he
is
Harkonnen
.
.
.
because
of
me
.
How
little
he
knows
me
!
I
was
my
Duke
’
s
only
woman
.
I
accepted
his
life
and
his
values
even
to
defying
my
Bene
Gesserit
orders
.
The
tent
’
s
glowtab
came
alight
under
Paul
’
s
hand
,
filled
the
domed
area
with
green
radiance
.
Paul
crouched
at
the
sphincter
,
his
stillsuit
hood
adjusted
for
the
open
desert
—
forehead
capped
,
mouth
filter
in
place
,
nose
plugs
adjusted
.
Only
his
dark
eyes
were
visible
:
a
narrow
band
of
face
that
turned
once
toward
her
and
away
.
