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You
’
ll
stain
your
eyepits
to
reduce
the
sun
glare
.
Shelter
will
mean
a
hollow
out
of
the
wind
and
hidden
from
view
.
You
’
ll
ride
upon
your
own
two
feet
without
‘
thopter
or
groundcar
or
mount
.
”
And
Paul
had
been
caught
more
by
her
tone
—
singsong
and
wavering
—
than
by
her
words
.
“
When
you
live
upon
Arrakis
,
”
she
had
said
,
“
khala
,
the
land
is
empty
.
The
moons
will
be
your
friends
,
the
sun
your
enemy
.
”
Paul
had
sensed
his
mother
come
up
beside
him
away
from
her
post
guarding
the
door
.
She
had
looked
at
the
Reverend
Mother
and
asked
:
“
Do
you
see
no
hope
,
Your
Reverence
?
”
“
Not
for
the
father
.
”
And
the
old
woman
had
waved
Jessica
to
silence
,
looked
down
at
Paul
.
“
Grave
this
on
your
memory
,
lad
:
A
world
is
supported
by
four
things
.
.
.
.
”
She
held
up
four
big
-
knuckled
fingers
.
“
.
.
.
the
learning
of
the
wise
,
the
justice
of
the
great
,
the
prayers
of
the
righteous
and
the
valor
of
the
brave
.
But
all
of
these
are
as
nothing
.
.
.
.
”
She
closed
her
fingers
into
a
fist
.
“
.
.
.
without
a
ruler
who
knows
the
art
of
ruling
.
Make
that
the
science
of
your
tradition
!
”
A
week
had
passed
since
that
day
with
the
Reverend
Mother
.
Her
words
were
only
now
beginning
to
come
into
full
register
.
Now
,
sitting
in
the
training
room
with
Thufir
Hawat
,
Paul
felt
a
sharp
pang
of
fear
.
He
looked
across
at
the
Mentat
’
s
puzzled
frown
.
“
Where
were
you
woolgathering
that
time
?
”
Hawat
asked
.
“
Did
you
meet
the
Reverend
Mother
?
”
