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"When religion and politics ride the same cart, and when that cart is driven by a living holy man (baraka), nothing can stand in their path."

The Emperor was studying Feyd-Rautha, seeing the heavy shoulders, the thick muscles. He turned to look at Paul - a stringy whipcord of a youth, not as dessicated as the Arrakeen natives, but with ribs there to count, and sunken in the flanks so that the ripple and gather of muscles could be followed under the skin.

"You have seen the future, Paul," Jessica said. "Will you say what you've seen?"
"Not the future," he said. "I've seen the Now."

Gurney turned away, feeling an oppressive sense of foreboding. Half his own crew dead on the sand, the others captive. He did not care about the new recruits, the suspicious ones, but among the others were good men, friends, people for whom he felt responsible. "We'll decide what to do with them later." That's what Paul had said, Muad'Dib had said. And Gurney recalled stories told of Muad'Dib, the Lisan al Gaib.

"Let them have their orgy," the other-memory said within her. "They've little enough pleasure out of living."