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young."
And Yueh thought: His mother would surely wonder at my motives.
"Well . . . " Paul closed the book, held it in his hand. "If it's so valuable . . . "
"Indulge an old man's whim," Yueh said. "It was given to me when I was very young." And he
thought: I must catch his mind as well as his cupidity. "Open it to four-sixty-seven Kalima --
where it says: 'From water does all life begin.' There's a slight notch on the edge of the cover
to mark the place."
Paul felt the cover, detected two notches, one shallower than the other. He pressed the
shallower one and the book spread open on his palm, its magnifier sliding into place.
"Read it aloud," Yueh said.
Paul wet his lips with his tongue, read: "Think you of the fact that a deaf person cannot
hear. Then, what deafness may we not all possess? What senses do we lack that we cannot see and
cannot hear another world all around us? What is there around us that we cannot --"
"Stop it!" Yueh barked.
Paul broke off, stared at him.
Yueh closed his eyes, fought to regain composure. What perversity caused the book to open at
my Wanna's favorite passage? He opened his eyes, saw Paul staring at him.
"Is something wrong?" Paul asked.


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"I'm sorry," Yueh said. "That was . . . my . . . dead wife's favorite passage. It's not the
one I intended you to read. It brings up memories that are . . . painful."
"There are two notches," Paul said.
Of course, Yueh thought. Wanna marked her passage. His fingers are more sensitive than mine
and found her mark. It was an accident, no more.
"You may find the book interesting," Yueh said. "It has much historical truth in it as well as
good ethical philosophy."
Paul looked down at the tiny book in his palm -- such a small thing. Yet, it contained a
mystery . . . something had happened while he read from it. He had felt something stir his
terrible purpose.
"Your father will be here any minute," Yueh said. "Put the book away and read it at your
leisure."
Paul touched the edge of it as Yueh had shown him. The book sealed itself. He slipped it into
his tunic. For a moment there when Yueh had barked at him, Paul had feared the man would demand
the book's return.
"I thank you for the gift. Dr. Yueh," Paul said, speaking formally. "It will be our secret. If
there is a gift of favor you wish from me, please do not hesitate to ask."
"I . . . need for nothing," Yueh said.
And he thought: Why do I stand here torturing myself? And torturing this poor lad . . . though
he does not know it. Oeyh! Damn those Harkonnen beasts! Why did they choose me for their
abomination?

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How do we approach the study of Muad'Dib's father? A man of surpassing warmth and surprising
coldness was the Duke Leto Atreides. Yet, many facts open the way to this Duke: his abiding love
for his Bene Gesserit lady; the dreams he held for his son; the devotion with which men served