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It had, of course, set itself in motion. It was in the genes which might labor for centuries to achieve this brief spasm.

Often in their religious ecstasy, they filled the streets with screeching like some odd aviary. In fact, the Fremen called them "passage birds." And the few who died here were "winged souls."

It had, of course, set itself in motion. It was in the genes which might labor for centuries to achieve this brief spasm.

With a sigh, Paul thought how each new planet his legions subjugated opened new sources of pilgrims. They came out of gratitude for "the peace of Muad'dib."

Snide old Fremen said he wanted the pilgrims for their water.

Everywhere there is peace, Paul thought. Everywhereexcept in the heart of Muad'dib.

Irulan stared at the papers in front of Stilgar, her mouth a tight line.

It had, of course, set itself in motion. It was in the genes which might labor for centuries to achieve this brief spasm.

"One of the deep-space kind?" Korba asked, his voice full of fanatic loathing.

With a sigh, Paul thought how each new planet his legions subjugated opened new sources of pilgrims. They came out of gratitude for "the peace of Muad'dib."

"Presumably," Stilgar said.

Often in their religious ecstasy, they filled the streets with screeching like some odd aviary. In fact, the Fremen called them "passage birds." And the few who died here were "winged souls."

Irulan went very still.

"I know the political arguments," Paul said. "It's the human arguments which concern me. 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. As matters stand, though, I reject this proposal."

He felt that some element of himself lay immersed in frosty hoar-darkness without end. His prescient power had tampered with the image of the universe held by all mankind. He had shaken the safe cosmos and replaced security with his Jihad. 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 squeezed her hand, released it, returned to the table where he remained standing.

"I know the political arguments," Paul said. "It's the human arguments which concern me. 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. As matters stand, though, I reject this proposal."

Everywhere there is peace, Paul thought. Everywhereexcept in the heart of Muad'dib.

What was it the pilgrims really sought? Paul wondered. They said they came to a holy place. But they must know the universe contained no Eden-source, no Tupile for the soul. They called Arrakis the place of the unknown where all mysteries were explained. This was a link between their universe and the next. And the frightening thing was that they appeared to go away satisfied.

What do they find here? Paul asked himself.

Paul, resuming his seat, thought he had never seen her under such poor control. Leaning toward her, he said: "Irulan, I am truly sorry."

He squeezed her hand, released it, returned to the table where he remained standing.

"Presumably," Stilgar said.

He squeezed her hand, released it, returned to the table where he remained standing.

Irulan took a deep, shaky breath.

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