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Halleck
watched
as
he
manipulated
the
controls
.
His
mind
seemed
to
be
in
two
parts
:
one
alert
to
the
needs
of
the
training
fight
,
and
the
other
wandering
in
fly
-
buzz
.
I
’
m
the
well
-
trained
fruit
tree
,
he
thought
.
Full
of
well
-
trained
feelings
and
abilities
and
all
of
them
grafted
onto
me
-
all
bearing
for
someone
else
to
pick
.
For
some
reason
,
he
recalled
his
younger
sister
,
her
elfin
face
so
clear
in
his
mind
.
But
she
was
dead
now
—
in
a
pleasure
house
for
Harkonnen
troops
.
She
had
loved
pansies
.
.
.
or
was
it
daisies
?
He
couldn
’
t
remember
.
It
bothered
him
that
he
couldn
’
t
remember
.
Paul
countered
a
slow
swing
of
the
dummy
,
brought
up
his
left
hand
entretisser
.
The
clever
little
devil
!
Halleck
thought
,
intent
now
on
Paul
’
s
interweaving
hand
motions
.
He
’
s
been
practicing
and
studying
on
his
own
.
That
’
s
not
Duncan
style
,
and
it
’
s
certainly
nothing
I
’
ve
taught
him
.
This
thought
only
added
to
Halleck
’
s
sadness
.
I
’
m
infected
by
mood
,
he
thought
.
And
he
began
to
wonder
about
Paul
,
if
the
boy
ever
listened
fearfully
to
his
pillow
throbbing
in
the
night
.
“
If
wishes
were
fishes
we
’
d
all
cast
nets
,
”
he
murmured
.
It
was
his
mother
’
s
expression
and
he
always
used
it
when
he
felt
the
blackness
of
tomorrow
on
him
.
Then
he
thought
what
an
odd
expression
that
was
to
be
taking
to
a
planet
that
had
never
known
seas
or
fishes
.
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