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He
’
s
using
the
Voice
well
,
Jessica
thought
,
but
that
’
s
not
enough
with
these
people
.
They
’
ve
good
insulation
against
vocal
control
.
He
must
catch
them
also
with
logic
.
“
So
,
”
Paul
said
,
“
we
come
to
this
.
”
He
lifted
the
message
cylinder
,
removed
its
scrap
of
tape
.
“
This
was
taken
from
a
Harkonnen
courier
.
Its
authenticity
is
beyond
question
.
It
is
addressed
to
Rabban
.
It
tells
him
that
his
request
for
new
troops
is
denied
,
that
his
spice
harvest
is
far
below
quota
,
that
he
must
wring
more
spice
from
Arrakis
with
the
people
he
has
.
”
Stilgar
moved
up
beside
Paul
.
“
How
many
of
you
see
what
this
means
?
”
Paul
asked
.
“
Stilgar
saw
it
immediately
.
”
“
They
’
re
cut
off
!
”
someone
shouted
.
Paul
pushed
message
and
cylinder
into
his
sash
.
From
his
neck
he
took
a
braided
shigawire
cord
and
removed
a
ring
from
the
cord
,
holding
the
ring
aloft
.
“
This
was
my
father
’
s
ducal
signet
,
”
he
said
.
“
I
swore
never
to
wear
it
again
until
I
was
ready
to
lead
my
troops
over
all
of
Arrakis
and
claim
it
as
my
rightful
fief
.
”
He
put
the
ring
on
his
finger
,
clenched
his
fist
.
Utter
stillness
gripped
the
cavern
.
“
Who
rules
here
?
”
Paul
asked
.
He
raised
his
fist
.
“
I
rule
here
!
I
rule
on
every
square
inch
of
Arrakis
!
This
is
my
ducal
fief
whether
the
Emperor
says
yea
or
nay
!
He
gave
it
to
my
father
and
it
comes
to
me
through
my
father
!
”
Paul
lifted
himself
onto
his
toes
,
settled
back
to
his
heels
.
He
studied
the
crowd
,
feeling
their
temper
.
