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It
occurred
to
Paul
then
that
he
had
seen
his
own
dead
body
along
countless
reaches
of
the
time
web
,
but
never
once
had
he
seen
his
moment
of
death
.
Have
I
been
denied
a
glimpse
of
this
man
because
he
is
the
one
who
kills
me
?
Paul
wondered
.
The
thought
sent
a
pang
of
foreboding
through
him
.
He
forced
his
attention
away
from
Fenring
,
looked
now
at
the
remnants
of
Sardaukar
men
and
officers
,
the
bitterness
on
their
faces
and
the
desperation
.
Here
and
there
among
them
,
faces
caught
Paul
’
s
attention
briefly
:
Sardaukar
officers
measuring
the
preparations
within
this
room
,
planning
and
scheming
yet
for
a
way
to
turn
defeat
into
victory
.
Paul
’
s
attention
came
at
last
to
a
tall
blonde
woman
,
green
-
eyed
,
a
face
of
patrician
beauty
,
classic
in
its
hauteur
,
untouched
by
tears
,
completely
undefeated
.
Without
being
told
it
,
Paul
knew
her
—
Princess
Royal
,
Bene
Gesserit
-
trained
,
a
face
that
time
vision
had
shown
him
in
many
aspects
:
Irulan
.
There
’
s
my
key
,
he
thought
.
Then
he
saw
movement
in
the
clustered
people
,
a
face
and
figure
emerged
—
Thufir
Hawat
,
the
seamed
old
features
with
darkly
stained
lips
,
the
hunched
shoulders
,
the
look
of
fragile
age
about
him
.
“
There
’
s
Thufir
Hawat
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
Let
him
stand
free
,
Gurney
.
”
“
M
’
Lord
,
”
Gurney
said
.
“
Let
him
stand
free
,
”
Paul
repeated
.
