![]() "It's the human arguments which concern me. "I know the political arguments," Paul said. As matters stand, though, I reject this proposal." I think if the Princess Consort were not bound by the commands of the Bene Gesserit, if she did not seek this out of desires for personal power, my reaction might be very different. In fact, the Fremen called them "passage birds." And the few who died here were "winged souls." Often in their religious ecstasy, they filled the streets with screeching like some odd aviary. What do they find here? Paul asked himself. Irulan stared at the papers in front of Stilgar, her mouth a tight line. He had out-fought and out-thought and out-predicted the universe of men, but a certainty filled him that this universe still eluded him. He had shaken the safe cosmos and replaced security with his Jihad. His prescient power had tampered with the image of the universe held by all mankind. He felt that some element of himself lay immersed in frosty hoar-darkness without end. The Guild again proposes a formal embassy here on Arrakis." Holding his gaze firmly on Paul, Stilgar said: "One more matter, m'Lord. He glanced at Chani, back to Irulan, who refused to meet his gaze. ![]() "Irulan proposes herself as mother of the Imperial heir," Paul said. Those eyes drank him, and she whispered: "Please, love, do not battle with your ruh-self." An outpouring of emotion swept upward from her hand, buoyed him. ![]() He looked down to see Chani peering up at him, concern in her eyes. They came out of gratitude for "the peace of Muad'dib."Ī hand crept into Paul's. With a sigh, Paul thought how each new planet his legions subjugated opened new sources of pilgrims. Leaning toward her, he said: "Irulan, I am truly sorry." Paul, resuming his seat, thought he had never seen her under such poor control. ![]() It fought him, resisted, slipped away from his commands. It had a pulse as dynamic as that of any human. This planet beneath him which he had commanded be remade from desert into a water-rich paradise, it was alive. "We must go to the desert soon," she said in a low voice. ![]()
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