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Faster
and
faster
she
walked
until
she
was
almost
running
.
Behind
her
,
Mapes
paused
in
clearing
the
wrappings
from
the
bull
’
s
head
,
looked
at
the
retreating
back
.
“
She
’
s
the
One
all
right
,
”
she
muttered
.
“
Poor
thing
.
”
*
*
*
“
Yueh
!
Yueh
!
Yueh
!
”
goes
the
refrain
.
“
A
million
deaths
were
not
enough
for
Yueh
!
”
—
from
“
A
Child
’
s
History
of
Muad
’
Dib
”
by
the
Princess
Irulan
THE
DOOR
stood
ajar
,
and
Jessica
stepped
through
it
into
a
room
with
yellow
walls
.
To
her
left
stretched
a
low
settee
of
black
hide
and
two
empty
bookcases
,
a
hanging
waterflask
with
dust
on
its
bulging
sides
.
To
her
right
,
bracketing
another
door
,
stood
more
empty
bookcases
,
a
desk
from
Caladan
and
three
chairs
.
At
the
windows
directly
ahead
of
her
stood
Dr
.
Yueh
,
his
back
to
her
,
his
attention
fixed
upon
the
outside
world
.
Jessica
took
another
silent
step
into
the
room
.
She
saw
that
Yueh
’
s
coat
was
wrinkled
,
a
white
smudge
near
the
left
elbow
as
though
he
had
leaned
against
chalk
.
He
looked
,
from
behind
,
like
a
fleshless
stick
figure
in
overlarge
black
clothing
,
a
caricature
poised
for
stringy
movement
at
the
direction
of
a
puppet
master
.
Only
the
squarish
block
of
head
with
long
ebony
hair
caught
in
its
silver
Suk
School
ring
at
the
shoulder
seemed
alive
—
turning
slightly
to
follow
some
movement
outside
.
Again
,
she
glanced
around
the
room
,
seeing
no
sign
of
her
son
,
but
the
closed
door
on
her
right
,
she
knew
,
let
into
a
small
bedroom
for
which
Paul
had
expressed
a
liking
.
“
Good
afternoon
,
Dr
.
Yueh
,
”
she
said
.
“
Where
’
s
Paul
?
”
