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For some reason, he recalled his younger sister, her elfin face so clear in his mind. But she
was dead now -- in a pleasure house for Harkonnen troops. She had loved pansies . . . or was it
daisies? He couldn't remember. It bothered him that he couldn't remember.
Paul countered a slow swing of the dummy, brought up his left hand entretisser.
That clever little devil! Halleck thought, intent now on Paul's interweaving hand motions.
He's been practicing and studying on his own. That's not Duncan's style, and it's certainly
nothing I've taught him.
This thought only added to Halleck's sadness. I'm infected by mood, he thought. And he began
to wonder about Paul, if the boy ever listened fearfully to his pillow throbbing in the night.
"If wishes were fishes we'd all cast nets," he murmured.
It was his mother's expression and he always used it when he felt the blackness of tomorrow on
him. Then he thought what an odd expression that was to be taking to a planet that had never known
seas or fishes.

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YUEH (yu'e), Wellington (weling-tun), Stdrd 10,082-10,191; medical doctor of the Suk School (grd
Stdrd 10,112); md: Wanna Marcus, B.G. (Stdrd 10,092-10,186?); chiefly noted as betrayer of Duke
Leto Atreides. (Cf: Bibliography, Appendix VII [Imperial Conditioning] and Betrayal, The.)
-from "Dictionary of Muad'Dib" by the Princess Irulan

Although he heard Dr. Yueh enter the training room, noting the stiff deliberation of the man's
pace, Paul remained stretched out face down on the exercise table where the masseuse had left him.
He felt deliciously relaxed after the workout with Gurney Halleck.
"You do look comfortable," said Yueh in his calm, high-pitched voice.
Paul raised his head, saw the man's stick figure standing several paces away, took in at a
glance the wrinkled black clothing, the square block of a head with purple lips and drooping
mustache, the diamond tattoo of Imperial Conditioning on his forehead, the long black hair caught
in the Suk School's silver ring at the left shoulder.
"You'll be happy to hear we haven't time for regular lessons today," Yueh said. "Your father
will be along presently."
Paul sat up.
"However, I've arranged for you to have a filmbook viewer and several lessons during the
crossing to Arrakis."
"Oh."
Paul began pulling on his clothes. He felt excitement that his father would be coming. They
had spent so little time together since the Emperor's command to take over the fief of Arrakis.
Yueh crossed to the ell table, thinking: How the boy has filled out these past few months.
Such a waste! Oh, such a sad waste. And he reminded himself: I must not falter. What I do is done
to be certain my Wanna no longer can be hurt by the Harkonnen beasts.
Paul joined him at the table, buttoning his jacket. "What'll I be studying on the way across?"
"Ah-h-h-h, the terranic life forms of Arrakis. The planet seems to have opened its arms to
certain terranic life forms. It's not clear how. I must seek out the planetary ecologist when we
arrive -- a Dr. Kynes -- and offer my help in the investigation."
And Yueh thought: What am I saying? I play the hypocrite even with myself.
"Will there be something on the Fremen?" Paul asked.
"The Fremen?" Yueh drummed his fingers on the table, caught Paul staring at the nervous
motion, withdrew his hand.
"Maybe you have something on the whole Arrakeen population," Paul said.
"Yes, to be sure," Yueh said. "There are two general separations of the people -- Fremen, they