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It was, from instinct as much as her own subtle knowledge, the precisely

It was, from instinct as much as her own subtle knowledge, the precisely

She heard the iron in his voice, obeyed. "Do you want to tell me what's

He found that he was pounding the tent floor with his fists. (The implacable

In a burst of clarity, she sensed some of the roots in the question, said:

"No," he said. Then: "No. No! NO!"

There's no more childhood in his voice, she thought. And she said: "I hoped

There's no more childhood in his voice, she thought. And she said: "I hoped

"What have you done to me?" he demanded.

"No," he said. Then: "No. No! NO!"

"I'm here, Paul," she said. "It's all right."

correct answer to calm him. He felt her hands holding him, focused on the dim

the thing any parent hopes--that you'd be . . . superior, different."

"You didn't want a son!" he said. "You wanted a Kwisatz Haderach! You wanted

"I'm here, Paul," she said. "It's all right."

"Let go of me," he said.

part of him recorded this as an interesting emotional datum and fed it into

His mother was beside him, holding his hands, her face a gray blob peering

There's no more childhood in his voice, she thought. And she said: "I hoped

"What have you done to me?" he demanded.

There's no more childhood in his voice, she thought. And she said: "I hoped

"You didn't want a son!" he said. "You wanted a Kwisatz Haderach! You wanted

outline of her face. (Certain gene traces in her facial structure were noted in

"I gave birth to you."