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Paul
stepped
three
paces
into
the
room
,
dropped
his
pack
to
the
floor
.
He
heard
the
door
close
behind
him
,
studied
the
place
—
about
eight
meters
to
a
side
,
walls
of
natural
rock
,
curry
-
colored
,
broken
by
metal
filing
cabinets
on
their
right
.
A
low
desk
with
milk
glass
top
shot
full
of
yellow
bubbles
occupied
the
room
’
s
center
.
Four
suspensor
chairs
ringed
the
desk
.
Kynes
moved
around
Paul
,
held
a
chair
for
Jessica
.
She
sat
down
,
noting
the
way
her
son
examined
the
room
.
Paul
remained
standing
for
another
eyeblink
.
A
faint
anomaly
in
the
room
’
s
air
currents
told
him
there
was
a
secret
exit
to
their
right
behind
the
filing
cabinets
.
“
Will
you
sit
down
,
Paul
Atreides
?
”
Kynes
asked
.
How
carefully
he
avoids
my
title
,
Paul
thought
.
But
he
accepted
the
chair
,
remained
silent
while
Kynes
sat
down
.
“
You
sense
that
Arrakis
could
be
a
paradise
,
”
Kynes
said
.
“
Yet
,
as
you
see
,
the
Imperium
sends
here
only
its
trained
hatchetmen
,
its
seekers
after
the
spice
!
”
Paul
held
up
his
thumb
with
its
ducal
signet
.
“
Do
you
see
this
ring
?
”
“
Yes
.
”
“
Do
you
know
its
significance
?
”
