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“
You
cannot
back
into
the
future
,
”
he
said
.
A
profound
compassion
for
her
swept
through
him
.
He
pulled
her
against
him
,
stroked
her
head
.
“
Chani
,
Chani
,
don
’
t
fear
.
”
“
Usul
,
help
me
,
”
she
cried
.
As
she
spoke
,
he
felt
the
drug
complete
its
work
within
him
,
ripping
away
the
curtains
to
let
him
see
the
distant
gray
turmoil
of
his
future
.
“
You
’
re
so
quiet
,
”
Chani
said
.
He
held
himself
poised
in
the
awareness
,
seeing
time
stretch
out
in
its
weird
dimension
,
delicately
balanced
yet
whirling
,
narrow
yet
spread
like
a
net
gathering
countless
worlds
and
forces
,
a
tightwire
that
he
must
walk
,
yet
a
teeter
-
totter
on
which
he
balanced
.
On
one
side
he
could
see
the
Imperium
,
a
Harkonnen
called
Feyd
-
Rautha
who
flashed
toward
him
like
a
deadly
blade
,
the
Sardaukar
raging
off
their
planet
to
spread
pogrom
on
Arrakis
,
the
Guild
conniving
and
plotting
,
the
Bene
Gesserit
with
their
scheme
of
selective
breeding
.
They
lay
massed
like
a
thunderhead
on
his
horizon
,
held
back
by
no
more
than
the
Fremen
and
their
Muad
’
Dib
,
the
sleeping
giant
Fremen
poised
for
their
wild
crusade
across
the
universe
.
Paul
felt
himself
at
the
center
,
at
the
pivot
where
the
whole
structure
turned
,
walking
a
thin
wire
of
peace
with
a
measure
of
happiness
,
Chani
at
his
side
.
He
could
see
it
stretching
ahead
of
him
,
a
time
of
relative
quiet
in
a
hidden
sietch
,
a
moment
of
peace
between
periods
of
violence
.
“
There
’
s
no
other
place
for
peace
,
”
he
said
.
“
Usul
,
you
’
re
crying
,
”
Chani
murmured
.
“
Usul
,
my
strength
,
do
you
give
moisture
to
the
dead
?
To
whose
dead
?
”
