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But
Jessica
had
caught
one
glimpse
of
the
Reverend
Mother
’
s
face
as
she
turned
away
.
There
had
been
tears
on
the
seamed
cheeks
.
The
tears
were
more
unnerving
than
any
other
word
or
sign
that
had
passed
between
them
this
day
.
*
*
*
You
h
ave
read
that
Muad
‘
Dib
had
no
playmates
his
own
age
on
Caladan
.
The
dangers
were
too
great
.
But
Muad
’
Dib
did
have
wonderful
companion
-
teachers
.
There
was
Gurney
Halleck
,
the
troubadour
-
warrior
.
You
will
sing
some
of
Gurney
’
s
songs
as
you
read
along
in
this
book
.
There
was
Thufir
Hawat
,
the
old
Mentat
Master
of
Assassins
,
who
struck
fear
even
into
the
heart
of
the
Padishah
Emperor
.
There
were
Duncan
Idaho
,
the
Swordmaster
of
the
Ginaz
;
Dr
.
Wellington
Yueh
,
a
name
black
in
treachery
but
bright
in
knowledge
;
the
Lady
Jessica
,
who
guided
her
son
in
the
Bene
Gesserit
Way
,
and
—
ofcourse
—
theDuke
Leto
,
whose
qualities
as
a
father
have
long
been
overlooked
.
—
from
“
A
Child
’
s
History
of
Muad
’
Dib
”
by
the
Princess
Irulan
THUFIR
HAWAT
slipped
into
the
training
room
of
Castle
Caladan
,
closed
the
door
softly
.
He
stood
there
a
moment
,
feeling
old
and
tired
and
storm
-
leathered
.
His
left
leg
ached
where
it
had
been
slashed
once
in
the
service
of
the
Old
Duke
.
Three
generations
of
them
now
,
he
thought
.
He
stared
across
the
big
room
bright
with
the
light
of
noon
pouring
through
the
skylights
,
saw
the
boy
seated
with
back
to
the
door
,
intent
on
papers
and
charts
spread
across
an
ell
table
.
