“You mustn’t speak of these things!” the old woman hissed. “Silence!” Paul roared. The word seemed to take substance as it twisted through the air between them under Paul’s control. The old woman reeled back into the arms of those behind her, face blank with shock at the power with which he had seized her psyche. “Jessica,” she whispered. “Jessica.” “I remember your gom jabbar,” Paul said. “You remember mine. I can kill you with a word.” The Fremen around the hall glanced knowingly at each other. Did the legend not say: “And his word shall carry death eternal to those who stand against
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