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“
They
have
no
throwing
weapons
,
”
Gurney
said
.
“
I
’
ve
made
sure
of
that
myself
.
”
He
glanced
around
the
room
,
seeing
Paul
’
s
preparations
.
“
Feyd
-
Rautha
Harkonnen
is
with
them
.
Shall
I
cut
him
out
?
”
“
Leave
him
.
”
“
There
’
re
some
Guild
people
,
too
,
demanding
special
privileges
,
threatening
an
embargo
against
Arrakis
.
I
told
them
I
’
d
give
you
their
message
.
”
“
Let
them
threaten
.
”
“
Paul
!
”
Jessica
hissed
behind
him
.
“
He
’
s
talking
about
the
Guild
!
”
“
I
’
ll
pull
their
fangs
presently
,
”
Paul
said
.
And
he
thought
then
about
the
Guild
—
the
force
that
had
specialized
for
so
long
that
it
had
become
a
parasite
,
unable
to
exist
independently
of
the
life
upon
which
it
fed
.
They
had
never
dared
grasp
the
sword
.
.
.
and
now
they
could
not
grasp
it
.
They
might
have
taken
Arrakis
when
they
realized
the
error
of
specializing
on
the
melange
awareness
-
spectrum
narcotic
for
their
navigators
.
They
could
have
done
this
,
lived
their
glorious
day
and
died
.
Instead
,
they
’
d
existed
from
moment
to
moment
,
hoping
the
seas
in
which
they
swam
might
produce
a
new
host
when
the
old
one
died
.
The
Guild
navigators
,
gifted
with
limited
prescience
,
had
made
the
fatal
decision
:
they
’
d
chosen
always
the
clear
,
safe
course
that
leads
ever
downward
into
stagnation
.
