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“
Try
your
tricks
on
me
,
old
witch
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
Where
’
s
your
gom
jabbar
?
Try
looking
into
that
place
where
you
dare
not
look
!
You
’
ll
find
me
there
staring
out
at
you
!
”
The
old
woman
dropped
her
gaze
.
“
Have
you
nothing
to
say
?
”
Paul
demanded
.
“
I
welcomed
you
to
the
ranks
of
humans
,
”
she
muttered
.
“
Don
’
t
besmirch
that
.
”
Paul
raised
his
voice
:
“
Observe
her
,
comrades
!
This
is
a
Bene
Gesserit
Reverend
Mother
,
patient
in
a
patient
cause
.
She
could
wait
with
her
sisters
—
ninety
generations
for
the
proper
combination
of
genes
and
environment
to
produce
the
one
person
their
schemes
required
.
Observe
her
!
She
knows
now
that
the
ninety
generations
have
produced
that
person
.
Here
I
stand
.
.
.
but
.
.
.
I
.
.
.
will
.
.
.
never
.
.
.
do
.
.
.
her
.
.
.
bidding
!
”
“
Jessica
!
”
the
old
woman
screamed
.
“
Silence
him
!
”
“
Silence
him
yourself
,
”
Jessica
said
.
Paul
glared
at
the
old
woman
.
“
For
your
part
in
all
this
I
could
gladly
have
you
strangled
,
”
he
said
.
“
You
couldn
’
t
prevent
it
!
”
he
snapped
as
she
stiffened
in
rage
.
“
But
I
think
it
better
punishment
that
you
live
out
your
years
never
able
to
touch
me
or
bend
me
to
a
single
thing
your
scheming
desires
.
”
