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    Chapter 29

    Postby Freakzilla » 12 Feb 2008 17:52

    Family life of the Royal Creche is difficult for many people to understand, but
    I shall try to give you a capsule view of it. My father had only one real
    friend, I think. That was Count Hasimir Fenring, the genetic-eunuch and one of
    the deadliest fighters in the Imperium. The Count, a dapper and ugly little man,
    brought a new slave-concubine to my father one day and I was dispatched by my
    mother to spy on the proceedings. All of us spied on my father as a matter of
    self-protection. One of the slave-concubines permitted my father under the Bene
    Gesserit-Guild agreement could not, of course, bear a Royal Successor, but the
    intrigues were constant and oppressive in their similarity. We became adept, my
    mother and sisters and I, at avoiding subtle instruments of death. It may seem a
    dreadful thing to say, but I 'm not at all sure my father was innocent in all
    these attempts. A Royal Family is not like other families. Here was a new slaveconcubine,
    then, red-haired like my father, willowy and graceful. She had a
    dancer's muscles, and her training obviously had included neuro-enticement. My
    father looked at her for a long time as she postured unclothed before him.
    Finally he said: "She is too beautiful. We will save her as a gift. " You have
    no idea how much consternation this restraint created in the Royal Creche.
    Subtlety and self-control were, after all, the most deadly threats to us all.

    -"In My Father's House" by the Princess Irulan

    As night falls and the first moon rises Paul and Jessica strike camp and plant a thumper deep within the crevasse they were in and start walking without rythym across the sand towards the opposite rock outcropping where they had seen plants, hoping to meet up with the Fremen. A worm is drawn to the thumper and thrashes at the rocks until it is silenced. Paul stumbles onto drum sand attracting the attention of the worm and they run for the last couple of hundred meters. They huddled in a crack in the rocks while the worm rose from the sand, it's giant mouth questing for them and flooding them with the odor of spice. Finally, the worm leaves at the sound of another thumper. Why someone would want to call a worm is a mystery to them. They find a way marked up the cliff and follow it into a crevasse containing carved steps leading to the top and where the rock slit opened into a basin. It's like a fairyland of plants, it must be a Fremen place. Paul says they should find a place to pitch the tent, tomorrow they can try to find the Fremen. A strange voice says most intruders regret finding the Fremen. The voice tells them not to run, it will only waste their body's moisture. Another voice tells the first to hurry up and get their water, it won't be long before dawn. Paul fears that this time is blind to him, unseen in any vision, and they are trapped between wild Fremen.
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    Re: Chapter 29

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    Paul of Dune was so bad it gave me a seizure that dislocated both of my shoulders and prolapsed my anus.
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