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He
breathed
a
sigh
of
relief
when
the
lift
swallowed
him
and
he
could
turn
and
face
the
impersonal
doors
.
They
have
tried
to
take
the
life
of
my
son
!
*
*
*
Over
the
exit
of
the
Arrakeen
landing
field
,
crudely
carved
as
though
with
a
poor
instrument
,
there
was
an
inscription
that
Muad
‘
Dib
was
to
repeat
many
times
.
He
saw
it
that
first
night
on
Arrakis
,
having
been
brought
to
the
ducal
command
post
to
participate
in
his
father
’
s
first
full
staff
conference
.
The
words
of
the
inscription
were
a
plea
to
those
leaving
Arrakis
,
but
they
fell
with
dark
import
on
the
eyes
of
a
boy
who
had
just
escaped
a
close
brush
with
death
.
They
said
:
“
O
you
who
know
what
we
suffer
here
,
do
not
forget
us
in
your
prayers
,
”
—
from
“
Manual
of
Muad
’
Dib
”
by
the
Princess
Irulan
“
THE
WHOLE
theory
of
warfare
is
calculated
risk
,
”
the
Duke
said
,
“
but
when
it
comes
to
risking
your
own
family
,
the
element
of
calculation
gets
submerged
in
.
.
.
other
things
.
”
He
knew
he
wasn
’
t
holding
in
his
anger
as
well
as
he
should
,
and
he
turned
,
strode
down
the
length
of
the
long
table
and
back
.
The
Duke
and
Paul
were
alone
in
the
conference
room
at
the
landing
field
.
It
was
an
empty
-
sounding
room
,
furnished
only
with
the
long
table
,
old
-
fashioned
three
-
legged
chairs
around
it
,
and
a
map
board
and
projector
at
one
end
.
Paul
sat
at
the
table
near
the
map
board
.
He
had
told
his
father
the
experience
with
the
hunter
-
seeker
and
given
the
reports
that
a
traitor
threatened
him
.
The
Duke
stopped
across
from
Paul
,
pounded
the
table
:
“
Hawat
told
me
that
house
was
secure
!
”
