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And the way she called his mother Jessica like a common serving wench instead of what she was -
- a Bene Gesserit Lady, a duke's concubine and mother of the ducal heir.
Is a gom jabbar something of Arrakis I must know before we go there? he wondered.
He mouthed her strange words: Gom jabbar . . . Kwisatz Haderach.
There had been so many things to learn. Arrakis would be a place so different from Caladan
that Paul's mind whirled with the new knowledge. Arrakis -- Dune -- Desert Planet.
Thufir Hawat, his father's Master of Assassins, had explained it: their mortal enemies, the
Harkonnens, had been on Arrakis eighty years, holding the planet in quasi-fief under a CHOAM
Company contract to mine the geriatric spice, melange. Now the Harkonnens were leaving to be
replaced by the House of Atreides in fief-complete -- an apparent victory for the Duke Leto. Yet,
Hawat had said, this appearance contained the deadliest peril, for the Duke Leto was popular among
the Great Houses of the Landsraad.
"A popular man arouses the jealousy of the powerful," Hawat had said.
Arrakis -- Dune -- Desert Planet.


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Paul fell asleep to dream of an Arrakeen cavern, silent people all around him moving in the
dim light of glowglobes. It was solemn there and like a cathedral as he listened to a faint sound -
- the drip-drip-drip of water. Even while he remained in the dream, Paul knew he would remember it
upon awakening. He always remembered the dreams that were predictions.
The dream faded.
Paul awoke to feel himself in the warmth of his bed -- thinking . . . thinking. This world of
Castle Caladan, without play or companions his own age, perhaps did not deserve sadness in
farewell. Dr. Yueh, his teacher, had hinted that the faufreluches class system was not rigidly
guarded on Arrakis. The planet sheltered people who lived at the desert edge without caid or
bashar to command them: will-o'-the-sand people called Fremen, marked down on no census of the
Imperial Regate.
Arrakis -- Dune -- Desert Planet.
Paul sensed his own tensions, decided to practice one of the mind-body lessons his mother had
taught him. Three quick breaths triggered the responses: he fell into the floating awareness . . .
focusing the consciousness . . . aortal dilation . . . avoiding the unfocused mechanism of
consciousness . . . to be conscious by choice . . . blood enriched and swift-flooding the overload
regions . . . one does not obtain food-safety-freedom by instinct alone . . . animal consciousness
does not extend beyond the given moment nor into the idea that its victims may become extinct . .
. the animal destroys and does not produce . . . animal pleasures remain close to sensation levels
and avoid the perceptual . . . the human requires a background grid through which to see his
universe . . . focused consciousness by choice, this forms your grid . . . bodily integrity
follows nerve-blood flow according to the deepest awareness of cell needs . . . all
things/cells/beings are impermanent . . . strive for flow-permanence within . . .
Over and over and over within Paul's floating awareness the lesson rolled.
When dawn touched Paul's window sill with yellow light, he sensed it through closed eyelids,
opened them, hearing then the renewed bustle and hurry in the castle, seeing the familiar
patterned beams of his bedroom ceiling.
The hall door opened and his mother peered in, hair like shaded bronze held with a black
ribbon at the crown, her oval face emotionless and green eyes staring solemnly.
"You're awake," she said. "Did you sleep well?"
"Yes."