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He
had
thought
to
oppose
the
jihad
within
himself
,
but
the
jihad
would
be
.
His
legions
would
rage
out
from
Arrakis
even
without
him
.
They
needed
only
the
legend
he
already
had
become
.
He
had
shown
them
the
way
,
given
them
mastery
even
over
the
Guild
which
must
have
the
spice
to
exist
.
A
sense
of
failure
pervaded
him
,
and
he
saw
through
it
that
Feyd
-
Rautha
Harkonnen
had
slipped
out
of
the
torn
uniform
,
stripped
down
to
a
fighting
girdle
with
a
mail
core
.
This
is
the
climax
,
Paul
thought
.
From
here
,
the
future
will
open
,
the
clouds
part
onto
a
kind
of
glory
.
And
if
I
die
here
,
they
’
ll
say
I
sacrificed
myself
that
my
spirit
might
lead
them
.
And
if
I
live
,
they
’
ll
say
nothing
can
oppose
Muad
’
Dib
.
“
Is
the
Atreides
ready
?
”
Feyd
-
Rautha
called
,
using
the
words
of
the
ancient
kanly
ritual
.
Paul
chose
to
answer
him
in
the
Fremen
way
:
“
May
thy
knife
chip
and
shatter
!
”
He
pointed
to
the
Emperor
’
s
blade
on
the
floor
,
indicating
that
Feyd
-
Rautha
should
advance
and
take
it
.
Keeping
his
attention
on
Paul
,
Feyd
-
Rautha
picked
up
the
knife
,
balancing
it
a
moment
in
his
hand
to
get
the
feel
of
it
.
Excitement
kindled
in
him
.
This
was
a
fight
he
had
dreamed
about
—
man
against
man
,
skill
against
skill
with
no
shields
intervening
.
He
could
see
a
way
to
power
opening
before
him
because
the
Emperor
surely
would
reward
whoever
killed
this
troublesome
duke
.
The
reward
might
even
be
that
haughty
daughter
and
a
share
of
the
throne
.
And
this
yokel
duke
,
this
back
-
world
adventurer
could
not
possibly
be
a
match
for
a
Harkonnen
trained
in
every
device
and
every
treachery
by
a
thousand
arena
combats
.
And
the
yokel
had
no
way
of
knowing
he
faced
more
weapons
than
a
knife
here
.
Let
us
see
if
you
’
re
proof
against
poison
!
Feyd
-
Rautha
thought
.
He
saluted
Paul
with
the
Emperor
’
s
blade
,
said
:
“
Meet
your
death
,
fool
.
”
“
Shall
we
fight
,
cousin
?
”
Paul
asked
.
And
he
cat
-
footed
forward
,
eyes
on
the
waiting
blade
,
his
body
crouched
low
with
his
own
milk
-
white
crysknife
pointing
out
as
though
an
extension
of
his
arm
.
