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“
There
’
s
another
possibility
,
”
she
said
.
“
This
message
may
have
been
meant
to
get
to
us
.
The
people
who
gave
it
to
us
may
believe
it
’
s
true
,
but
it
may
be
that
the
only
purpose
was
to
get
this
message
to
us
.
”
Paul
’
s
face
remained
sturdily
somber
.
“
To
sow
distrust
and
suspicion
in
our
ranks
,
to
weaken
us
that
way
,
”
he
said
.
“
You
must
tell
your
father
privately
and
caution
him
about
this
aspect
of
it
,
”
she
said
.
“
I
understand
.
”
She
turned
to
the
tall
reach
of
filter
glass
,
stared
out
to
the
southwest
where
the
sun
of
Arrakis
was
sinking
—
a
yellowed
ball
above
the
cliffs
.
Paul
turned
with
her
,
said
:
“
I
don
’
t
think
it
’
s
Hawat
,
either
.
Is
it
possible
it
’
s
Yueh
?
”
“
He
’
s
not
a
lieutenant
or
companion
,
”
she
said
.
“
And
I
can
assure
you
he
hates
the
Harkonnens
as
bitterly
as
we
do
.
”
Paul
directed
his
attention
to
the
cliffs
,
thinking
:
And
it
couldn
’
t
be
Gurney
.
.
.
or
Duncan
.
Could
it
be
one
of
the
sub
-
lieutenants
?
Impossible
.
They
’
re
all
from
families
that
’
ve
been
loyal
to
us
for
generations
—
for
good
reason
.
Jessica
rubbed
her
forehead
,
sensing
her
own
fatigue
.
So
much
peril
here
!
She
looked
out
at
the
filter
-
yellowed
landscape
,
studying
it
.
Beyond
the
ducal
grounds
stretched
a
high
-
fenced
storage
yard
—
lines
of
spice
silos
in
it
with
stilt
-
legged
watchtowers
standing
around
it
like
so
many
startled
spiders
.
She
could
see
at
least
twenty
storage
yards
of
silos
reaching
out
to
the
cliffs
of
the
Shield
Wall
—
silos
repeated
,
stuttering
across
the
basin
.
