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A
sudden
longing
to
see
her
grandson
,
the
child
whose
likeness
carried
so
much
of
the
grandfather
’
s
features
—
so
like
Leto
,
swept
through
her
.
Jessica
placed
her
palms
against
her
cheeks
,
began
the
ritual
breathing
that
stilled
emotion
and
clarified
the
mind
,
then
bent
forward
from
the
waist
in
the
devotional
exercise
that
prepared
the
body
for
the
mind
’
s
demands
.
Paul
’
s
choice
of
this
Cave
of
Birds
as
his
command
post
could
not
be
questioned
,
she
knew
.
It
was
ideal
.
And
to
the
north
lay
Wind
Pass
opening
onto
a
protected
village
in
a
cliff
-
walled
sink
.
It
was
a
key
village
,
home
of
artisans
and
technicians
,
maintenance
center
for
an
entire
Harkonnen
defensive
sector
.
A
cough
sounded
outside
the
chamber
hangings
.
Jessica
straightened
,
took
a
deep
breath
,
exhaled
slowly
.
“
Enter
,
”
she
said
.
Draperies
were
flung
aside
and
Gurney
Halleck
bounded
into
the
room
.
She
had
only
time
for
a
glimpse
of
his
face
with
its
odd
grimace
,
then
he
was
behind
her
,
lifting
her
to
her
feet
with
one
brawny
arm
beneath
her
chin
.
“
Gurney
,
you
fool
,
what
are
you
doing
?
”
she
demanded
.
Then
she
felt
the
touch
of
the
knife
tip
against
her
back
.
Chill
awareness
spread
out
from
that
knife
tip
.
She
knew
in
that
instant
that
Gurney
meant
to
kill
her
.
Why
?
She
could
think
of
no
reason
,
for
he
wasn
’
t
the
kind
to
turn
traitor
.
But
she
felt
certain
of
his
intention
.
Knowing
it
,
her
mind
churned
.
Here
was
no
man
to
be
overcome
easily
.
Here
was
a
killer
wary
of
the
Voice
,
wary
of
every
combat
stratagem
,
wary
of
every
trick
of
death
and
violence
.
Here
was
an
instrument
she
herself
had
helped
train
with
subtle
hints
and
suggestions
.
“
You
thought
you
had
escaped
,
eh
,
witch
?
”
Gurney
snarled
.
