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A hand crept into Paul's. He looked down to see Chani peering up at him, concern in her eyes. Those eyes drank him, and she whispered: "Please, love, do not battle with your ruh-self." An outpouring of emotion swept upward from her hand, buoyed him.

What do they find here? Paul asked himself.

Paul, resuming his seat, thought he had never seen her under such poor control. Leaning toward her, he said: "Irulan, I am truly sorry."

Chani took her seat.

Driven by that deepest religious instinct, the people came, seeking their resurrection. The pilgrimage ended here "Arrakis, the place of rebirth, the place to die."

"One of the deep-space kind?" Korba asked, his voice full of fanatic loathing.

"Presumably," Stilgar said.

A hand crept into Paul's. He looked down to see Chani peering up at him, concern in her eyes. Those eyes drank him, and she whispered: "Please, love, do not battle with your ruh-self." An outpouring of emotion swept upward from her hand, buoyed him.

He squeezed her hand, released it, returned to the table where he remained standing.

With a sigh, Paul thought how each new planet his legions subjugated opened new sources of pilgrims. They came out of gratitude for "the peace of Muad'dib."

She lifted her chin, a look of pure fury in her eyes. "I don't want your pity "Is there more that's urgent and dire?"

He squeezed her hand, released it, returned to the table where he remained standing.

Snide old Fremen said he wanted the pilgrims for their water.

"Irulan proposes herself as mother of the Imperial heir," Paul said. He glanced at Chani, back to Irulan, who refused to meet his gaze. "We all know she holds no love for me."

Everywhere there is peace, Paul thought. Everywhereexcept in the heart of Muad'dib.

This planet beneath him which he had commanded be remade from desert into a water-rich paradise, it was alive. It had a pulse as dynamic as that of any human. It fought him, resisted, slipped away from his commands...

Chani took her seat.

He squeezed her hand, released it, returned to the table where he remained standing.

Irulan took a deep, shaky breath.

It had, of course, set itself in motion. It was in the genes which might labor for centuries to achieve this brief spasm.

It had, of course, set itself in motion. It was in the genes which might labor for centuries to achieve this brief spasm.

It had, of course, set itself in motion. It was in the genes which might labor for centuries to achieve this brief spasm.

Paul, resuming his seat, thought he had never seen her under such poor control. Leaning toward her, he said: "Irulan, I am truly sorry."

"One of the deep-space kind?" Korba asked, his voice full of fanatic loathing.

Chani took her seat.

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