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“
You
’
re
awake
,
”
she
said
.
“
Did
you
sleep
well
?
”
“
Yes
.
”
He
studied
the
tallness
of
her
,
saw
the
hint
of
tension
in
her
shoulders
as
she
chose
clothing
for
him
from
the
closet
racks
.
Another
might
have
missed
the
tension
,
but
she
had
trained
him
in
the
Bene
Gesserit
Way
—
in
the
minutiae
of
observation
.
She
turned
,
holding
a
semiformal
jacket
for
him
.
It
carried
the
red
Atreides
hawk
crest
above
the
breast
pocket
.
“
Hurry
and
dress
,
”
she
said
.
“
Reverend
Mother
is
waiting
.
”
“
I
dreamed
of
her
once
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
Who
is
she
?
”
“
She
was
my
teacher
at
the
Bene
Gesserit
school
.
Now
,
she
’
s
the
Emperor
’
s
Truthsayer
.
And
Paul
.
.
.
.
”
She
hesitated
.
“
You
must
tell
her
about
your
dreams
.
”
“
I
will
.
Is
she
the
reason
we
got
Arrakis
?
”
“
We
did
not
get
Arrakis
.
”
Jessica
flicked
dust
from
a
pair
of
trousers
,
hung
them
with
the
jacket
on
the
dressing
stand
beside
his
bed
.
“
Don
’
t
keep
Reverend
Mother
waiting
.
”
Paul
sat
up
,
hugged
his
knees
.
“
What
’
s
a
gom
jabbar
?
”
Again
,
the
training
she
had
given
him
exposed
her
almost
invisible
hesitation
,
a
nervous
betrayal
he
felt
as
fear
.
