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“
Paul
!
”
Jessica
snapped
.
“
Don
’
t
make
the
mistake
your
father
made
!
”
“
She
’
s
a
princess
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
She
’
s
my
key
to
the
throne
,
and
that
’
s
all
she
’
ll
ever
be
.
Mistake
?
You
think
because
I
’
m
what
you
made
me
that
I
cannot
feel
the
need
for
revenge
?
”
“
Even
on
the
innocent
?
”
she
asked
,
and
she
thought
:
He
must
not
make
the
mistakes
I
made
.
“
There
are
no
innocent
any
more
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
Tell
that
to
Chani
,
”
Jessica
said
,
and
gestured
toward
the
passage
from
the
rear
of
the
Residency
.
Chani
entered
the
Great
Hall
there
,
walking
between
the
Fremen
guards
as
though
unaware
of
them
.
Her
hood
and
stillsuit
cap
were
thrown
back
,
face
mask
fastened
aside
.
She
walked
with
a
fragile
uncertainty
as
she
crossed
the
room
to
stand
beside
Jessica
.
Paul
saw
the
marks
of
tears
on
her
cheeks
—
She
gives
water
to
the
dead
.
He
felt
a
pang
of
grief
strike
through
him
,
but
it
was
as
though
he
could
only
feel
this
thing
through
Chani
’
s
presence
.
“
He
is
dead
,
beloved
,
”
Chani
said
.
“
Our
son
is
dead
.
”
Holding
himself
under
stiff
control
,
Paul
got
to
his
feet
.
He
reached
out
,
touched
Chani
’
s
cheek
,
feeling
the
dampness
of
her
tears
.
“
He
cannot
be
replaced
,
”
Paul
said
,
“
but
there
will
be
other
sons
.
It
is
Usul
who
promises
this
.
”
