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Paul
absorbed
this
in
silence
:
a
traitor
.
Before
he
could
speak
,
the
odd
woman
whirled
away
and
ran
back
toward
the
entry
.
He
thought
to
call
her
back
,
but
there
was
an
air
about
her
that
told
him
she
would
resent
it
.
She
’
d
told
him
what
she
knew
and
now
she
was
going
to
do
his
bidding
.
The
house
would
be
swarming
with
Hawat
’
s
men
in
a
minute
.
His
mind
went
to
other
parts
of
that
strange
conversation
:
weirding
room
.
He
looked
to
his
left
where
she
had
pointed
.
We
Fremen
.
So
that
was
a
Fremen
.
He
paused
for
the
mnemonic
blink
that
would
store
the
pattern
of
her
face
in
his
memory
-
prune
-
wrinkled
features
darkly
browned
,
blue
-
on
-
blue
eyes
without
any
white
in
them
.
He
attached
the
label
:
The
Shadout
Mapes
.
Still
gripping
the
shattered
seeker
,
Paul
turned
back
into
his
room
,
scooped
up
his
shield
belt
from
the
bed
with
his
left
hand
,
swung
it
around
his
waist
and
buckled
it
as
he
ran
back
out
and
down
the
hall
to
the
left
.
She
’
d
said
his
mother
was
someplace
down
here
—
stairs
.
.
.
a
weirding
room
.
*
*
*
What
had
the
Lady
Jessica
to
sustain
her
in
her
time
of
trial
?
Think
you
carefully
on
this
Bene
Gesserit
proverb
and
perhaps
you
will
see
:
“
Any
road
followed
precisely
to
its
end
leads
precisely
nowhere
.
Climb
the
mountain
just
a
little
bit
to
test
that
it
’
s
a
mountain
.
From
the
top
of
the
mountain
,
you
can
not
see
the
mountain
.
”
—
from
“
Muad
’
Dib
:
Family
Commentaries
”
by
the
Princess
Irulan
AT
THE
end
of
the
south
wing
,
Jessica
found
a
metal
stair
spiraling
up
to
an
oval
door
.
She
glanced
back
down
the
hall
,
again
up
at
the
door
.
