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Oval
?
she
wondered
.
What
an
odd
shape
for
a
door
in
a
house
.
Through
the
windows
beneath
the
spiral
stair
she
could
see
the
great
white
sun
of
Arrakis
moving
on
toward
evening
.
Long
shadows
stabbed
down
the
hall
.
She
returned
her
attention
to
the
stairs
.
Harsh
sidelighting
picked
out
bits
of
dried
earth
on
the
open
metalwork
of
the
steps
.
Jessica
put
a
hand
on
the
rail
,
began
to
climb
.
The
rail
felt
cold
under
her
sliding
palm
.
She
stopped
at
the
door
,
saw
it
had
no
handle
,
but
there
was
a
faint
depression
on
the
surface
of
it
where
a
handle
should
have
been
.
Surely
not
a
palm
lock
,
she
told
herself
.
A
palm
lock
must
be
keyed
to
one
individual
’
s
hand
shape
and
palm
lines
.
But
it
looked
like
a
palm
lock
.
And
there
were
ways
to
open
any
palm
lock
—
as
she
had
learned
at
school
.
Jessica
glanced
back
to
make
certain
she
was
unobserved
,
placed
her
palm
against
the
depression
in
the
door
.
The
most
gentle
of
pressures
to
distort
the
lines
—
a
turn
of
the
wrist
,
another
turn
,
a
sliding
twist
of
the
palm
across
the
surface
.
She
felt
the
click
.
But
there
were
hurrying
footsteps
in
the
hall
beneath
her
.
Jessica
lifted
her
hand
from
the
door
,
turned
,
saw
Mapes
come
to
the
foot
of
the
stairs
.
“
There
are
men
in
the
great
hall
say
they
’
ve
been
sent
by
the
Duke
to
get
young
master
Paul
,
”
Mapes
said
.
“
They
’
ve
the
ducal
signet
and
the
guard
has
identified
them
.
”
She
glanced
at
the
door
,
back
to
Jessica
.
A
cautious
one
,
this
Mapes
,
Jessica
thought
.
That
’
s
a
good
sign
.
