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Driven by that deepest religious instinct, the people came, seeking their resurrection. The pilgrimage ended here "Arrakis, the place of rebirth, the place to die."

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."

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.

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.

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

Holding his gaze firmly on Paul, Stilgar said: "One more matter, m'Lord. The Guild again proposes a formal embassy here on Arrakis."

What do they find here? Paul asked himself.

Holding his gaze firmly on Paul, Stilgar said: "One more matter, m'Lord. The Guild again proposes a formal embassy here on Arrakis."

Holding his gaze firmly on Paul, Stilgar said: "One more matter, m'Lord. The Guild again proposes a formal embassy here on Arrakis."

Chani took her seat.

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

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

"Presumably," Stilgar said.

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

"Sihaya," he whispered.

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

Holding his gaze firmly on Paul, Stilgar said: "One more matter, m'Lord. The Guild again proposes a formal embassy here on Arrakis."

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."

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

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.

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

"Presumably," Stilgar said.

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