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Paul
swallowed
.
The
figure
in
front
of
him
turned
into
the
moon
’
s
path
and
he
saw
an
elfin
face
,
black
pits
of
eyes
.
The
familiarity
of
that
face
,
the
features
out
of
numberless
visions
in
his
earliest
prescience
,
shocked
Paul
to
stillness
.
He
remembered
the
angry
bravado
with
which
he
had
once
described
this
face
-
from
-
a
-
dream
,
telling
the
Reverend
Mother
Gaius
Helen
Mohiam
:
“
I
will
meet
her
.
”
And
here
was
the
face
,
but
in
no
meeting
he
had
ever
dreamed
.
“
You
were
as
noisy
as
shai
-
hulud
in
a
rage
,
”
she
said
.
“
And
you
took
the
most
difficult
way
up
here
.
Follow
me
;
I
’
ll
show
you
an
easier
way
down
.
”
He
scrambled
out
of
the
cleft
,
followed
the
swirling
of
her
robe
across
a
tumbled
landscape
.
She
moved
like
a
gazelle
,
dancing
over
the
rocks
.
Paul
felt
hot
blood
in
his
face
,
was
thankful
for
the
darkness
.
That
girl
!
She
was
like
a
touch
of
destiny
.
He
felt
caught
up
on
a
wave
,
in
tune
with
a
motion
that
lifted
all
his
spirits
.
They
stood
presently
amidst
the
Fremen
on
the
basin
floor
.
Jessica
turned
a
wry
smile
on
Paul
,
but
spoke
to
Stilgar
:
“
This
will
be
a
good
exchange
of
teachings
.
I
hope
you
and
your
people
feel
no
anger
at
our
violence
.
It
seemed
.
.
.
necessary
.
You
were
about
to
.
.
.
make
a
mistake
.
”
“
To
save
one
from
a
mistake
is
a
gift
of
paradise
,
”
Stilgar
said
.
He
touched
his
lips
with
his
left
hand
,
lifted
the
weapon
from
Paul
’
s
waist
with
the
other
,
tossed
it
to
a
companion
.
“
You
will
have
your
own
maula
pistol
,
lad
,
when
you
’
ve
earned
it
.
”
