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“
Nothing
money
won
’
t
repair
,
I
presume
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
Except
for
the
lives
,
m
’
Lord
,
”
Gurney
said
,
and
there
was
a
tone
of
reproach
in
his
voice
as
though
to
say
:
“
When
did
an
Atreides
worry
first
about
things
when
people
were
at
stake
?
”
But
Paul
could
only
focus
his
attention
on
the
inner
eye
and
the
gaps
visible
to
him
in
the
time
-
wall
that
still
lay
across
his
path
.
Through
each
gap
the
jihad
raged
away
down
the
corridors
of
the
future
.
He
sighed
,
crossed
the
hall
,
seeing
a
chair
against
the
wall
.
The
chair
had
once
stood
in
the
dining
hall
and
might
even
have
held
his
own
father
.
At
the
moment
,
though
,
it
was
only
an
object
to
rest
his
weariness
and
conceal
it
from
the
men
.
He
sat
down
,
pulling
his
robes
around
his
legs
,
loosening
his
stillsuit
at
the
neck
.
“
The
Emperor
is
still
holed
up
in
the
remains
of
his
ship
,
”
Gurney
said
.
“
For
now
,
contain
him
there
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
Have
they
found
the
Harkonnens
yet
?
”
“
They
’
re
still
examining
the
dead
.
”
“
What
reply
from
the
ships
up
there
?
”
He
jerked
his
chin
toward
the
ceiling
.
“
No
reply
yet
,
m
’
Lord
.
”
