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And
Paul
thought
:
How
little
the
universe
knows
about
the
nature
of
real
cruelty
!
*
*
*
And
Muad
’
Dib
stood
before
them
,
and
he
said
:
“
Though
we
deem
the
captive
dead
,
yet
does
she
live
.
For
her
seed
is
my
seed
and
her
voice
is
my
voice
.
And
she
sees
unto
the
farthest
reaches
of
possibility
.
Yea
,
unto
the
vale
of
the
unknowable
does
she
see
because
of
me
.
”
—
from
“
Arrakis
Awakening
”
by
the
Princess
Irulan
THE
BARON
Vladimir
Harkonnen
stood
with
eyes
downcast
in
the
Imperial
audience
chamber
,
the
oval
selamlik
within
the
Padishah
Emperor
’
s
hutment
.
With
covert
glances
,
the
Baron
had
studied
the
metal
-
walled
room
and
its
occupants
—
the
noukkers
,
the
pages
,
the
guards
,
the
troop
of
House
Sardaukar
drawn
up
around
the
walls
,
standing
at
ease
there
beneath
the
bloody
and
tattered
captured
battle
flags
that
were
the
room
’
s
only
decoration
.
