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“
Nobody
permitted
me
to
—
”
“
Stop
playing
the
fool
,
”
Paul
barked
.
“
The
Guild
is
like
a
village
beside
a
river
.
They
need
the
water
,
but
can
only
dip
out
what
they
require
.
They
cannot
dam
the
river
and
control
it
,
because
that
focuses
attention
on
what
they
take
,
it
brings
down
eventual
destruction
.
The
spice
flow
,
that
’
s
their
river
,
and
I
have
built
a
dam
.
But
my
dam
is
such
that
you
cannot
destroy
it
without
destroying
the
river
.
”
The
Emperor
brushed
a
hand
through
his
red
hair
,
glanced
at
the
backs
of
the
two
Guildsmen
.
“
Even
your
Bene
Gesserit
Truthsayer
is
trembling
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
There
are
other
poisons
the
Reverend
Mothers
can
use
for
their
tricks
,
but
once
they
’
ve
used
the
spice
liquor
,
the
others
no
longer
work
.
”
The
old
woman
pulled
her
shapeless
black
robes
around
her
,
pressed
forward
out
of
the
crowd
to
stand
at
the
barrier
lances
.
“
Reverend
Mother
Gaius
Helen
Mohiam
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
It
has
been
a
long
time
since
Caladan
,
hasn
’
t
it
?
”
She
looked
past
him
at
his
mother
,
said
:
“
Well
,
Jessica
,
I
see
that
your
son
is
indeed
the
one
.
For
that
you
can
be
forgiven
even
the
abomination
of
your
daughter
.
”
Paul
stilled
a
cold
,
piercing
anger
,
said
:
“
You
’
ve
never
had
the
right
or
cause
to
forgive
my
mother
anything
!
”
The
old
woman
locked
eyes
with
him
.
