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“
The
Guild
’
s
protecting
us
?
”
Jessica
asked
.
“
Protecting
us
!
The
Guild
itself
caused
this
by
spreading
tales
about
what
we
do
here
and
by
reducing
troop
transport
fares
to
a
point
where
even
the
poorest
Houses
are
up
there
now
waiting
to
loot
us
.
”
Jessica
noted
the
lack
of
bitterness
in
his
tone
,
wondered
at
it
.
She
couldn
’
t
doubt
his
words
—
they
had
that
same
intensity
she
’
d
seen
in
him
the
night
he
’
d
revealed
the
path
of
the
future
that
’
d
taken
them
among
the
Fremen
.
Paul
took
a
deep
breath
,
said
:
“
Mother
,
you
must
change
a
quantity
of
the
Water
for
us
.
We
need
the
catalyst
.
Chani
,
have
a
scout
force
sent
out
.
.
.
to
find
a
pre
-
spice
mass
.
If
we
plant
a
quantity
of
the
Water
of
Life
above
a
pre
-
spice
mass
,
do
you
know
what
will
happen
?
”
Jessica
weighed
his
words
,
suddenly
saw
through
to
his
meaning
.
“
Paul
!
”
she
gasped
.
“
The
Water
of
Death
,
”
he
said
.
“
It
’
d
be
a
chain
reaction
.
”
He
pointed
to
the
floor
.
“
Spreading
death
among
the
little
makers
,
killing
a
vector
of
the
life
cycle
that
includes
the
spice
and
the
makers
.
Arrakis
will
become
a
true
desolation
—
without
spice
or
maker
.
”
Chani
put
a
hand
to
her
mouth
,
shocked
to
numb
silence
by
the
blasphemy
pouring
from
Paul
’
s
lips
.
“
He
who
can
destroy
a
thing
has
the
real
control
of
it
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
We
can
destroy
the
spice
.
”
“
What
stays
the
Guild
’
s
hand
?
”
Jessica
whispered
.
