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“
Jessica
,
what
have
you
done
?
”
the
old
woman
demanded
.
“
I
’
ll
give
you
only
one
thing
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
You
saw
part
of
what
the
race
needs
,
but
how
poorly
you
saw
it
.
You
think
to
control
human
breeding
and
intermix
a
select
few
according
to
your
master
plan
!
How
little
you
understand
of
what
—
”
“
You
mustn
’
t
speak
of
these
things
!
”
the
old
woman
hissed
.
“
Silence
!
”
Paul
roared
.
The
word
seemed
to
take
substance
as
it
twisted
through
the
air
between
them
under
Paul
’
s
control
.
The
old
woman
reeled
back
into
the
arms
of
those
behind
her
,
face
blank
with
shock
at
the
power
with
which
he
had
seized
her
psyche
.
“
Jessica
,
”
she
whispered
.
“
Jessica
.
”
“
I
remember
your
gom
jabbar
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
You
remember
mine
.
I
can
kill
you
with
a
word
.
”
The
Fremen
around
the
hall
glanced
knowingly
at
each
other
.
Did
the
legend
not
say
:
“
Andhis
word
shall
carry
death
eternal
to
those
who
stand
against
righteousness
.
”
Paul
turned
his
attention
to
the
tall
Princess
Royal
standing
beside
her
Emperor
father
.
Keeping
his
eyes
focused
on
her
,
he
said
:
“
Majesty
,
we
both
know
the
way
out
of
our
difficulty
.
”
The
Emperor
glanced
at
his
daughter
,
back
to
Paul
.
