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Gurney
nodded
.
Hawat
shambled
forward
as
a
Fremen
lance
was
lifted
and
replaced
behind
him
.
The
rheumy
eyes
peered
at
Paul
,
measuring
,
seeking
.
Paul
stepped
forward
one
pace
,
sensed
the
tense
,
waiting
movement
of
the
Emperor
and
his
people
.
Hawat
’
s
gaze
stabbed
past
Paul
,
and
the
old
man
said
:
“
Lady
Jessica
,
I
but
learned
this
day
how
I
’
ve
wronged
you
in
my
thoughts
.
You
needn
’
t
forgive
.
”
Paul
waited
,
but
his
mother
remained
silent
.
“
Thufir
,
old
friend
,
”
Paul
said
,
“
as
you
can
see
,
my
back
is
toward
no
door
.
”
“
The
universe
is
full
of
doors
,
”
Hawat
said
.
“
Am
I
my
father
’
s
son
?
”
Paul
asked
.
“
More
like
your
grandfather
’
s
,
”
Hawat
rasped
.
“
You
’
ve
his
manner
and
the
look
of
him
in
your
eyes
.
”
“
Yet
I
’
m
my
father
’
s
son
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
For
I
say
to
you
,
Thufir
,
that
in
payment
for
your
years
of
service
to
my
family
you
may
now
ask
anything
you
wish
of
me
.
Anything
at
all
.
Do
you
need
my
life
now
,
Thufir
?
It
is
yours
.
”
Paul
stepped
forward
a
pace
,
hands
at
his
side
,
seeing
the
look
of
awareness
grow
in
Hawat
’
s
eyes
.
