Paul opened his eyes. "It's just one of Gurney Halleck's tone poems for sad

Gesserit, I seek the Kwisatz Haderach, the male who truly can become one of us.

"That's the one," Paul said.

She talks of hints, Paul thought. She doesn't really know anything. And he

Has scorched the seaweed."

Behind Paul Jessica began to recite:

And a wind comes through the pines

Has scorched the seaweed."

And I see that our fire

And I hear the wind

face. "Very well: 'That which submits rules.' "

"Don't you want to hear what the Reverend Mother can tell you about the

White upon green . . .

"We

Blowing across our beach,

"That's the one," Paul said.

"Don't you want to hear what the Reverend Mother can tell you about the

Solid, clean . . . fixed --

Paul opened his eyes. "It's just one of Gurney Halleck's tone poems for sad

"May I go now?" he asked.

Mother said.

tension within meaning. Did she think his mother had taught him nothing at all?

out.

White upon green . . .

To sway the shadows;

"That's a hint?" he asked.

said: "Hint then."

The old woman stared at Paul, then: "Young man, as a Proctor of the Bene

And the surf,