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Paul
’
s
mother
answered
in
her
soft
contralto
:
“
The
Atreides
are
known
to
start
late
getting
their
growth
,
Your
Reverence
.
”
“
So
I
’
ve
heard
,
so
I
’
ve
heard
,
”
wheezed
the
old
woman
.
“
Yet
he
’
s
already
fifteen
.
”
“
Yes
,
Your
Reverence
.
”
“
He
’
s
awake
and
listening
to
us
,
”
said
the
old
woman
.
“
Sly
little
rascal
.
”
She
chuckled
.
“
But
royalty
has
need
of
slyness
.
And
if
he
’
s
really
the
Kwisatz
Haderach
.
.
.
well
.
.
.
.
”
Within
the
shadows
of
his
bed
,
Paul
held
his
eyes
open
to
mere
slits
.
Two
bird
-
bright
ovals
—
the
eyes
of
the
old
woman
—
seemed
to
expand
and
glow
as
they
stared
into
his
.
“
Sleep
well
,
you
sly
little
rascal
,
”
said
the
old
woman
.
“
Tomorrow
you
’
ll
need
all
your
faculties
to
meet
my
gom
jabbar
.
”
And
she
was
gone
,
pushing
his
mother
out
,
closing
the
door
with
a
solid
thump
.
Paul
lay
awake
wondering
:
What
’
s
a
gom
jabbar
?
In
all
the
upset
during
this
time
of
change
,
the
old
woman
was
the
strangest
thing
he
had
seen
.
Your
Reverence
.
