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The
hands
move
,
the
lips
move
—
Ideas
gush
from
his
words
,
And
his
eyes
devour
!
He
is
an
island
of
Selfdom
.
—
description
from
“
A
Manual
of
Muad
’
Dib
”
by
the
Princess
Irulan
PHOSPHORTUBES
IN
the
faraway
upper
reaches
of
the
cavern
cast
a
dim
light
onto
the
thronged
interior
,
hinting
at
the
great
size
of
this
rock
-
enclosed
space
.
.
.
larger
,
Jessica
saw
,
than
even
the
Gathering
Hall
of
her
Bene
Gesserit
school
.
She
estimated
there
were
more
than
five
thousand
people
gathered
out
there
beneath
the
ledge
where
she
stood
with
Stilgar
.
And
more
were
coming
.
The
air
was
murmurous
with
people
.
“
Your
son
has
been
summoned
from
his
rest
,
Sayyadina
,
”
Stilgar
said
.
“
Do
you
wish
him
to
share
in
your
decision
?
”
“
Could
he
change
my
decision
?
”
“
Certainly
,
the
air
with
which
you
speak
comes
from
your
own
lungs
,
but
—
”
“
The
decision
stands
,
”
she
said
.
But
she
felt
misgivings
,
wondering
if
she
should
use
Paul
as
an
excuse
for
backing
out
of
a
dangerous
course
.
There
was
an
unborn
daughter
to
think
of
as
well
.
What
endangered
the
flesh
of
the
mother
endangered
the
flesh
of
the
daughter
.
