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Abeginningisthetimefortakingthemostdelicatecarethatthebalancesarecorrect.Thisevery
sisteroftheBeneGesseritknows.TobeginyourstudyofthelifeofMuad’Dib,then,takecare
thatyoufirstplacehiminhistime:borninthe57thyearofthePadishahEmperor,ShaddamIV.
AndtakethemostspecialcarethatyoulocateMuad’Dibinhisplace:theplanetArrakis.Donot
bedeceivedbythefactthathewasbornonCaladanandlivedhisfirstfifteenyearsthere.
Arrakis,theplanetknownasDune,isforeverhisplace.
—FROM“MANUALOFMUAD’DIB”
BYTHEPRINCESSIRULAN
ntheweekbeforetheirdeparturetoArrakis,whenallthefinalscurrying
abouthadreachedanearlyunbearablefrenzy,anoldcronecametovisit
themotheroftheboy,Paul.
ItwasawarmnightatCastleCaladan,andtheancientpileofstonethat
hadservedtheAtreidesfamilyashomefortwenty-sixgenerationsborethat
cooled-sweatfeelingitacquiredbeforeachangeintheweather.
Theoldwomanwasletinbythesidedoordownthevaultedpassageby
Paul’sroomandshewasallowedamomenttopeerinathimwherehelayin
hisbed.
Bythehalf-lightofasuspensorlamp,dimmedandhangingnearthefloor,
theawakenedboycouldseeabulkyfemaleshapeathisdoor,standingone
stepaheadofhismother.Theoldwomanwasawitchshadow—hairlike
mattedspiderwebs,hooded’rounddarknessoffeatures,eyeslikeglittering
jewels.
“Ishenotsmallforhisage,Jessica?”theoldwomanasked.Hervoice
wheezedandtwangedlikeanuntunedbaliset.
Paul’smotheransweredinhersoftcontralto:“TheAtreidesareknownto
startlategettingtheirgrowth,YourReverence.”
“SoI’veheard,soI’veheard,”wheezedtheoldwoman.“Yethe’salready
fifteen.”
“Yes,YourReverence.”
“He’sawakeandlisteningtous,”saidtheoldwoman.“Slylittlerascal.”
Shechuckled.“Butroyaltyhasneedofslyness.Andifhe’sreallytheKwisatz
Haderach…well….”
Withintheshadowsofhisbed,Paulheldhiseyesopentomereslits.Two
bird-brightovals—theeyesoftheoldwoman—seemedtoexpandandglow
astheystaredintohis.
“Sleepwell,youslylittlerascal,”saidtheoldwoman.“Tomorrowyou’ll
needallyourfacultiestomeetmygomjabbar.”
Andshewasgone,pushinghismotherout,closingthedoorwithasolid
thump.
Paullayawakewondering:What’sagomjabbar?