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“
I
’
d
know
the
difference
.
”
He
might
at
that
,
Hawat
thought
.
That
witch
-
mother
of
his
is
giving
him
the
deep
training
,
certainly
.
I
wonder
what
her
precious
school
thinks
of
that
?
Maybe
that
’
s
why
they
sent
the
old
Proctor
here
—
towhip
our
dear
Lady
Jessica
into
line
.
Hawat
pulled
up
a
chair
across
from
Paul
,
sat
down
facing
the
door
.
He
did
it
pointedly
,
leaned
back
and
studied
the
room
.
It
struck
him
as
an
odd
place
suddenly
,
a
stranger
-
place
with
most
of
its
hardware
already
gone
off
to
Arrakis
.
A
training
table
remained
,
and
a
fencing
mirror
with
its
crystal
prisms
quiescent
,
the
target
dummy
beside
it
patched
and
padded
,
looking
like
an
ancient
foot
soldier
maimed
and
battered
in
the
wars
.
There
stand
I
,
Hawat
thought
.
“
Thufir
,
what
’
re
you
thinking
?
”
Paul
asked
.
Hawat
looked
at
the
boy
.
“
I
was
thinking
we
’
ll
all
be
out
of
here
soon
and
likely
never
see
the
place
again
.
”
“
Does
that
make
you
sad
?
”
“
Sad
?
Nonsense
!
Parting
with
friends
is
a
sadness
.
A
place
is
only
a
place
.
”
