"That's the one," Paul said.

"She said those who tried for it died."

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

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

And fill the sky with screeches.

"But I can help you with a few hints at why they failed," the Reverend

And I see that our fire

Mother said.

Solid, clean . . . fixed --

grant."

said: "Hint then."

mother. Possibility I see, too, but no more."

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

"But I can help you with a few hints at why they failed," the Reverend

"May I go now?" he asked.

And shadows under the pines --

out.

And fill the sky with screeches.

Blowing across our beach,

"That's a hint?" he asked.

"But I can help you with a few hints at why they failed," the Reverend

Kwisatz Haderach?" Jessica asked.

out.

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

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

"I remember salt smoke from a beach fire

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

White upon green . . .

Blowing across our beach,