Chapter 24 Chapter Twenty-Three

Paul stood in the darkness outside the cave.The precognitive vision told him it was night.In the moonlight, the rock wall towering to his left cast a black shadow.This is a place full of memories, his first den, and it was here that he and Janie... Don't think about Chani, he told himself. The vision told him what was going on around him: a grove of cacti far to the right, and a dark, silvery canal running through the sand dunes piled up by this morning's storm. Flowing water in the desert!He thought of another kind of water, the water flowing in the river of his birthplace planet Kaladan.At that time, he didn't realize how precious such a water flow was, even this dark, smelly ditch flowing through the desert basin was a supreme treasure.

With a cautious cough, an assistant flashed out from behind. Paul reached out with both hands and took the magnetic board holding a piece of metallic paper.His movements were very slow, like flowing water in a dark ditch.The phantom moved, but he found himself increasingly reluctant to follow it. "I'm sorry, Your Majesty." The assistant said, "The Treaty of Sable...needs your signature." "I can see!" Paul snapped.He scrawled "Emperor Atreides" where he signed it, and thrust the slate into his assistant's outstretched hand.He saw the panic on the assistant's face.

The man fled in a flash. Paul turned around.Ugly, barren and barren land!He imagined the earth under the sun, the hot weather, the sky full of sand and dust, the black dust engulfed everything, and the wind demon was raging, carrying countless ochre-colored crystal-like gravel.But it's a rich place again: a thriving gigantic planet that's changing from a sandstorm-ridden place where nothing grows, but walled cliffs and crumbling ridges. It all takes water...and love. Life turns violent waste into something graceful and dynamic, he thought, and this is what the desert teaches us.This change in reality often left him speechless.He wanted to turn around and shout to his assistants crowded at the entrance of the cave: If you must worship anything, worship life—all life, even the humblest life!The beauty of life belongs to all of us!

They won't understand, they are the most barren Sha'ao in the desert.Life does not perform its own green dance for them. He clenched his fists, trying to stop the vision.He wanted to escape from his own consciousness, which was like a monster devouring him!His consciousness lay in his body, like a giant sponge, absorbing the experience of countless people, wet and heavy. Paul desperately pushed his thoughts to something other than himself. Star! Consciousness drifts toward the stars, the endless galaxy.The infinite constellations, of which only a man bordering on madness would imagine himself ruling even the tiniest cluster of them.He didn't even dare to think about the number of subjects under his own empire.

subjects?More precisely, admirers and enemies.Did any of them see beyond the teachings?Is there anyone freed from narrow prejudices?No, not even the emperor can get rid of it.His life is what is called 'taking everything', trying to create a universe in his own mold.However, this seemingly bustling universe finally collapsed and fell apart quietly. Spit on the dunes!Give it my water, he thought! Made the myth himself, with intricate movements and images, with moonlight and love, with prayers older than Adam, with gray rocks, scarlet shadows, sorrows, and the lives of countless martyrs--in the end, What will happen to it?When the waves recede, the banks of time will be empty, with little left but the glistening grit of countless memories.Could this be the origin of the Belle Epoque?

There was a sound of rubbing on the stone wall, and the undead came. "You've been avoiding me today, Duncan," Paul said. "It's dangerous for you to call me that," said the Necromancer. "I know." "I... came to remind you, Your Majesty." "I know." The necromancer then spoke it all: Bigas, the compulsive impulse imposed on him. "What exactly is that compulsion, do you know?" Paul asked. "Violence." Paul felt he had finally come to a place where he had been called from the beginning.He didn't move.The holy war had seized him, fixed him on the chute of time, and let the terrible gravity of the future hold him once and for all.

"There won't be any violence from Duncan," Paul whispered. "But, Your Majesty..." "Tell me what you saw near us," Paul said. "His Majesty?" "Desert—how's the desert tonight?" "You can't see?" "I have no eyes, Duncan." "But……" "I only have visions," Paul said, "but I wish I didn't have them. Precognition is killing me, you know that, Duncan?" "Maybe... what you worry about won't happen," said the Necromancer. "What? Don't believe in my powers of foreknowledge? I can only believe in it myself, because I have seen the future I foresee a thousand times come true. People call this power magic, a gift from God. And in fact , it is pain! It does not allow me to have a life of my own!"

"Your Majesty," the undead murmured, "I...it's not...little master, don't you...I..." He fell silent. Paul sensed the confusion and contradictions of the undead, "What did you call me, Duncan?" "What? How can I... wait..." "You just called me 'little master.'" "I did, yes." "That's what Duncan used to call me." Paul stretched out his hands and stroked the face of the undead. "Is this part of your Trealax training too?" "no." Paul put his hand down. "So, what is it?"

"It comes from... inside of me." "Are you serving two masters?" "Maybe." "Free yourself from the undead, Duncan." "How to liberate?" "You are human. Do what a human should do." "I am the undead!" "But your body is human. Duncan is hidden in this body." "There's something else in this body." "I don't care what you do," Paul said, "but you have to." "You foresee that?" "Fuck his foresight!" Paul turned around.His phantom quickened its pace and began to run wildly forward. There were still many gaps in the middle, but these gaps were not enough to stop the phantom.

"Your Majesty, if you have already..." "Quiet!" Paul held up a hand, "Did you hear that?" "Hear what, Your Majesty?" Paul shook his head.He examined it carefully.Over there, in the dark shadows, something knew he was here.what?No—someone. "Beautiful," he whispered, "you are the fairest of all things." "What did you say, Your Majesty?" "I'm talking about the future." There, the vague, indeterminate phantom jerked violently, echoing his vision with a surge of emotion.On the melody of the phantom, it played a formidable note, which lasted for a long time.

"I don't understand, Your Majesty," said the Necromancer. "A Fremen dies if you stay out of the desert for too long," Paul said. "They call it 'water sickness.' Isn't that the strangest thing?" "very strange." Paul frantically searched his memory, trying to recall the breath of Chani leaning against him at night.But can he find such solace?he doubted.He could only remember one thing vividly: Jani sitting at the breakfast table, restless, the day they left the palace and set off into the desert. "Why are you wearing that old coat?" she asked, eyes fixed on the black military uniform he wore under Freeman's robes. "You're the Emperor!" "Even the emperor can have one or two clothes that he likes." He said.This sentence actually brought tears to Gani's eyes, and he couldn't think of the reason for it.It was the second time in her life that she cried. Now, in the dark, Paul wiped his cheek, which was already wet.Who gave the water to the dead?he thinks.But it was his own face, but it didn't seem to be.The wind blew through the wet skin, biting cold.He seemed to have had an illusory dream, and the dream was quickly shattered.Why is the chest sore?Did you eat something wrong?Could it be his other self who gave the water to the dead man, why was that other him so miserable and sad?The wind rolled the sand, and the skin was dried and his own.But whose shuddering feeling was it? Suddenly there was a wail, far away, deep in the cave.It's getting louder... louder... A ray of light flashed, and the undead turned around abruptly, widening its eyes.Someone pulled open the airtight door at the entrance.I saw a man standing in the light, and the light illuminated his smiling face—no!Not a smiling face, but a heartbroken crying face!This is a Freeman Death Squad officer named Tandis, followed by a large group of black people. After seeing Muad'di, everyone fell silent. "Gani..." said Tandys, "dead." Paul whispered, "I hear you." He turned to face the hole.He is familiar with this place.This place has nowhere to hide.A surge of visions allowed him to see the crowd of Freemen.He saw Tandys, felt the grief, fear, and anger of the Freeman death squad. "She's gone," Paul said. The Necromancer heard this.The words seemed to ignite a dazzling halo, searing his chest, spine, and metal pockets.He felt his right hand slowly move towards the Xiaoren knife on his belt.His thinking has become very strange, it no longer belongs to him.He became a puppet, and the lines that pulled the puppet came from that terrible halo, pulling him.He moves, at the behest of another, at the will of another.The lines pulled his arms, legs, and lower collar violently.Something came out of his mouth, a terrible, repetitive cry— "Harrahck! Halaheck! Halaheck!" The howling blade is about to be swung out.At this moment, he regained his voice and shouted hoarsely: "Run away! Little master, run away!" "We're not going to run away," Paul said. "We've got to act with dignity and we've got to do what has to be done." The undead muscles tightened.He trembled and swayed. "... something that must be done!" These words were churning in his mind like a big fish. "What must be done!" Ah, that sounded like the old Duke, Paul's grandfather.The little master is quite like the old duke, "... something that must be done!" These words were turbulent in the consciousness of the undead.He gradually realized that there were two lives living in his body at the same time: Hite/Idaho/Hite/Idaho... The memories of the past flooded in. He wrote them down one by one, endowed him with a new understanding, and started Integrate these memories into your new consciousness.The new personality is temporarily at the top of the system, but when the personality conflicts, the newly formed consciousness may completely collapse at any time.He keeps adjusting because the outside world keeps putting pressure: the little master needs him. Then, done.He knew he was Duncan Idaho.He still remembers everything about Height, but the aura is gone.He was finally free from the compulsive urges the Trealax had imposed on him. "Come to me, Duncan." Paul said, "I have a lot of things for you to do." Seeing that Idaho was still standing there in a daze, he added, "Duncan!" "Yes, I'm Duncan." "Of course you are! You're finally sober. Let's go in now." Idaho walked behind Paul.It's like going back to the past, but it's not the same as before.Freed from Trealax's grip, the benefits they had brought him became evident: the true Sunni training gave him the ability to deal with events and maintain his mental poise; ability to handle these events.He was free of fear, and his whole being was a miracle: he had been dead, and yet he was still alive. "Your Majesty," Freeman's kamikaze Tandys said as they walked past, "that woman, Likana, said she had to see you. I told her to wait." "Thank you," Paul said, "son..." "I asked the doctor." Tandis followed behind Paul, "They said you have two children, and they are alive and healthy." "Two?" Paul said bewilderedly, grabbing Idaho's arm. "A boy and a girl," said Tandis. "I've seen them. Beautiful Freemen kids." "How...how did he die?" Paul whispered. "Your Majesty?" Tandys bent down and moved closer. "Kani," Paul said. "It's the child, Your Majesty," said Tandys hoarsely. "They say the child grows too fast and her body is worn out. I don't know what that means, but that's what they say." "Take me to see her." Paul said softly. "His Majesty?" "take me!" "We're heading there, Your Majesty." Tandis approached Paul and whispered, "Why does your ghoul have a knife in its hand?" "Duncan, put the knife away," Paul said. "The violence is over." When speaking, Paul felt that his voice was close at hand, but the body that made the voice seemed far away from him. two children!There is only one in the phantom.But the thought faded away quickly, and there was only one person left, full of sadness and anger, and it didn't seem to be him.His consciousness was monotonously replaying his life, repeating itself. two children? Consciousness paused again.Jani, Jani, he thought.There is no other way.Jani, my darling, believe me, this is a quicker... kinder death for you.Had it gone the other way, they might have taken our children hostage, locked you in cells and slave camps, scolded you, held you responsible for my death.Now this ending... this ending destroyed their plot and saved our children. child? Once again, consciousness paused. I approve of all this, he thought, and I should feel guilty. There was a lot of noise in the cave ahead.The voice was getting louder and louder, exactly like the phantom in his memory.Yes, in such a way, such a ruthless way, even to the two children. Jani is dead, he told himself. Sometime in the distant past, this future had seized him.It pursued him and drove him into a narrow passage that narrowed and closed behind him.He can feel it.In the illusion, everything happens like this. Jani is dead.I indulged myself and let myself wallow in grief. But in the illusion, he did not indulge himself and let himself be immersed in grief. "Has Alia been notified?" he asked. "She was with Chani's friends," Tandis said. He felt the crowd backing away to make way for him.Their silence went ahead of him like a row of waves.The noise gradually subsided.The hole is oppressive.He wanted to drive these people out of the illusion, but it was impossible.Every face turned to him, following him closely.These faces, there is no sympathy, only cruelty.No, they were sad too, but they were soaked in cruelty, he knew.They watched with cold eyes how the articulate became dumb, and the wise became fools.Haven't clowns always had an infinite appeal to cruel people? More than a hospice, but less than a sincere vigil. Paul's soul yearns for peace, but visions drive him into motion.Not far away, he told himself.Darkness, the boundless darkness without illusions, was waiting for him not far away.Just ahead, grief and guilt will tear the illusion apart.Ahead was where his moon had fallen. He stumbled into the darkness.If it wasn't for Idaho's grip on his arm, he would surely have fallen.Idaho knew how to soothe his grief, supporting him quietly but firmly. "Here it is," said Tandys. "Watch your step, Your Majesty," said Idaho, helping him into an entrance.The curtain brushed against Paul's face.Idaho helped him stand still. Paul felt the room was there, something reflected in his cheeks and ears.The four walls of the room are rock walls, and there are curtains hanging on the walls. "Where's Chani?" Paul said softly. Harah's voice answered, "Here she is, Yusok." Paul trembled and let out a sigh.He feared her body had been transferred to the still.The Fremen used this thing to recycle the water in the corpse for use by the tribe.Is this the illusion?He felt himself abandoned in the dark. "Where are the kids?" Paul asked. "They're here too, Your Majesty," said Idaho. "You've got beautiful twins, Yuso," Hallah said. "A boy and a girl. See? We put them in the same cradle." Two children, Paul thought suspiciously.There is only one daughter in the vision.He shook off Idaho's supporting arm, walked in the direction where Harrah was speaking, and tripped over something hard.He groped for it: the plastic-steel outline of the cradle. Someone grabbed his left hand, "Youso?" It was Harah.She put his hand on the cradle.He touched the thin and soft skin.so warm!There are also small ribs, breathing up and down. "This is your son," Hallach whispered.She moved his hand, "This is your daughter." Her hand held him tightly, "Yousuo, are you really blind now?" He knew what she was thinking.The blind must be abandoned in the desert.The Freeman tribe bears no useless burdens. "Take me to see Janie," Paul said, without answering her question. Hallach turned him around and led him to the left. Now Paul felt he had finally come to terms with the fact that Chani was dead.He has his own role in the universe, although he doesn't want to exist in this universe; he has a body that doesn't suit him, and every breath is a blow to him.two children!He suspects that he is on a path from which the Visions can never return.But this is not important anymore. "Where is my brother?" Alia's voice came from behind.He heard her rush in and eagerly took Harrah's arm from his. "I have to talk to you," Alia hissed. "Wait a minute," Paul said. "Right now! About Likana." "I know," Paul said, "for just a moment." "You haven't had a while!" "I still have a lot of time." "Kani didn't!" "Quiet!" he commanded. "Kani is dead." She tried to protest, and he put a hand to her lips. "I command you to be quiet!" He felt her calm, and he let go. "Tell me what you saw," he said. "Paul!" The voice was crying, full of disappointment. "Don't worry," he said, trying to maintain his inner peace.Just then, the phantom's eyes opened.Yes it is still there.Under the light, Jani's body was placed on a flat plate.Her white robe was neatly arranged, smooth and flat, trying to hide the blood from childbirth.He couldn't force his consciousness to turn his eyes away from the phantom face: that face of peace and tranquility, reflecting eternity like a mirror! He turned around, but the vision still followed him.She's gone... never to return.This air, this universe, everything becomes empty -- every place becomes empty.Is this his punishment?He wanted to cry, but there were no tears.Had he lived too long as a Freemen?The dead man before him needs his water. Beside him, a child cried loudly, but was immediately coaxed into silence.The sound drew a curtain over his vision.Paul likes the dark.This darkness is another world, he thought.two children. The thought awakened the consciousness in a state of intoxicated precognition.He tried to re-experience this intoxicating state that seemed to be brought by spices and could not feel the flow of time, but it was fleeting.The future is not filled with this new consciousness that has just been born.He felt himself rejecting the future, any kind of future. "Farewell, my Desert Spring," he whispered. Alia's voice came from somewhere behind him, high-pitched and urgent: "I brought Likana!" Paul turned around. "That's not Likana," he said. "That's Face Changer. Likana is dead." "You can hear what she has to say," Alia said. Paul walked slowly in the direction of his sister's voice. "I'm not surprised you're alive, Atreides." The voice sounded like Likana's, but there was still a nuance.The speaker used Licana's vocal cords, but had no intention of controlling them.Strangely enough, Paul was taken aback by the sincerity in the voice. "Aren't you surprised?" Paul asked. "My name is Scyther, a Trealax face-changer. Before we start trading, I want to know one thing. Is that man behind you a Necromancer, or Duncan Idaho?" "It's Duncan Idaho," said Paul. "I don't want to make a deal with you." "I think you will," Scytale said. "Duncan," Paul said, his voice over his shoulder, "would you kill this Trellax if I asked you?" "Yes, Your Majesty." There was a fury and anger in Duncan's voice that he tried his best to restrain. "Wait!" Alia said, "you don't know what you're refusing yet." "But I do know," said Paul. "So, it really became Duncan Idaho of House Atreides," Scytale said. "We finally made it! A necromancer who can relive the past." Paul heard footsteps.Someone passed him to the left.Scytale's voice came from behind him now, "What do you remember from the past, Duncan?" "Everything. Since childhood. I even remember you, standing by the crate when they took me out of it," Idaho said. "It's wonderful," Scytale said, taking a breath, "very wonderful." Paul heard voices moving.I need visions, he thought.The darkness made him helpless.His Bee Geist training reminded him of the dire dangers lurking in this Scyther.But this guy was always just a voice, and he could only vaguely sense his movements.Now he is not the opponent's opponent at all. "Are these the Atreides children?" Scytale asked. "Harrach!" Paul cried, "throw this man away!" "Stay there for me!" Scytale yelled. "Everyone! I warn you, Face Changer is much faster than you think. My knife can kill both of you before you touch me." Little boy's life." Paul felt someone pull on his right hand and leaned to the right. "That's a good distance, Alia," Scytale said. "Alia," Paul said, "don't." "It's all my fault," Alia said mournfully. "My fault!" "Atreides," said Scyther, "can we trade now?" Behind him, Paul heard a hoarse curse.Idaho's voice was full of uncontrollable violent impulses, which made his throat constrict involuntarily.Idaho, you must control it!Scytale will kill the children! "Trading is about having something to sell," Scytale said. "Don't you, Atreides? You want your Jani back? We can give her back to you. A necromancer, Atreides. A Necro with all memories! But we must hurry. Tell your friend to bring a cooler to protect the flesh." Hearing Jani's voice again, Paul thought, feeling her presence again, beside me.Aha, that's why they gave me an Idaho Necromancer, to show me how much the reincarnation resembles the original.A perfect restoration...but only on their terms.In doing so, I will forever be an instrument of Trealax.And Janie...she'll be on the same chain too, with our kids as hostages... "How are you going to restore Chani's memory?" Paul asked, trying to keep his voice as calm as possible. "Are you going to train her to... kill one of her children?" "By whatever means we need," Scytale said. "What do you say, Atreides?" "Alia," Paul said, "you come to make a deal with this guy. I can't make deals with what I can't see." "Smart choice." Scytale said with satisfaction, "Okay, Alia, as your brother's agent, what price are you going to offer me?" Paul bowed his head, trying to calm himself down, calm down.At this moment, he caught a glimpse of something—like a vision, but it wasn't.It is a knife close to oneself.right there! "Give me a moment to think about it," Alia said. "My knife has the patience to wait," Scytle said, "but Jani's body can't wait. Hurry up." Paul felt something flickering before his eyes.It can't be...but it is! He felt his eyes!They have a strange perspective, and they seem to be floating when they move. there!The knife swam into his field of vision.Paul held his breath in surprise.He recognized the perspective, from one of his children!He was looking at Scytale's knife from the cradle!Glittering and within inches of the child.Yes—he could still see himself, standing across the room, and—with his head down, standing there quietly, nonthreatening, completely ignored by the others in the room. "First of all, you may have to give up all your shares in Yulian Company." Scytel suggested. "All shares?" Alia protested. "All shares." Through the eyes of the cradle, Paul watched as he drew the Screaming Blade from the scabbard at his belt.This action gave him a strange double sensation.He estimated distances and angles.Only one chance.He adjusted his body in the Bi-Gist method, jumped up, like a bursting spring, concentrated all his energy on one movement, balanced the muscles of the whole body, and formed a harmonious and delicate whole. The howling blade flew out of his hand, emitting a milky white hazy blade light, piercing into Scytel's right eye like lightning, and piercing out from the back of the face-changer's head.Scytale threw up her hands violently, swayed backwards, and slammed into the wall.The knife in his hand flew towards the ceiling with a clatter, and then fell to the floor with a clatter.Scytale bounced off the wall and fell face-down, dead before touching the ground. Still through the eyes in the cradle, Paul saw the faces in the room turned to stare at him, the eyeless man, all stunned.Then Alia rushed to the cradle and bent down.His view was blocked. "Oh, they're all right," Alia said. "They're all right." "Your Majesty," Idaho whispered, "is this also part of your illusion?" "No." He waved his hand at Idaho, "That's it, don't ask." "Forgive me, Paul," Alia said, "but the guy said they could... resurrect..." "The Atreides can't afford that," said Paul. "You know that." "I know." She sighed, "But I was still tempted..." "Who is immune to temptation?" Paul asked. He turned away from them and groped his way to the wall, leaning against it, trying to figure out what he had done. Why?Why?Those eyes in the cradle! He felt that everything was about to be revealed. Those are my eyes, Father. Words shimmered clearly on his vision of seeing nothing. "My son!" Paul said softly, so low that no one could hear, "You...are conscious." yes father.Look! Paul felt dizzy for a while and leaned against the wall.He felt as if his body had been turned upside down, drained dry.Life flies away from me quickly.He saw his father.That is himself.And grandfather, grandfather's grandfather.His consciousness stumbled into a broken passage and saw all his male ancestors. "How could this be?" he asked silently. The dull words reappeared, then gradually blurred, and finally disappeared, as if they were under too much pressure. Paul wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth.He remembered Alia's awakening in Lady Jessica's womb.But this time there was no eaux-de-vie, and no overdose of spices...or did it?Is it possible that Jani was ingesting the spice when she was pregnant with a surprising amount of food?Perhaps it was because of his genes, as the Virgin of Keith Helen Mohiam had foreseen? Paul felt himself in the cradle with Alia babbling above him.Her hand stroked him lightly.Her face was looming, like a huge thing pressing towards him.She turned him over.He saw his cradle mate, a bony girl with the natural muscularity of a desert race, with a head full of maroon hair.He stared at her, and at that moment, her eyes opened. What kind of eyes are these!Staring at him were Jani's eyes... and Lady Jessica's.Many, many people stared out from those eyes. "Look there," Alia said, "they're looking at each other." "Babies at this age can't concentrate," Hallach said. "I could then," Alia said. Slowly, Paul felt that he was finally freed from the consciousness of countless people.He went back to the wall and leaned against it. Idaho shook his shoulders slightly. "His Majesty?" "Name my son Leto, in honor of my father," Paul said, straightening up. "When it's time to name it," Hallach said, "I'll stand by your side and name him as a friend of his mother's." "Also, my daughter," said Paul, "name her Ghanima." "Youso!" retorted Harah, "Ghanima is an unlucky name." Paul said, "My daughter is Ghanima, a trophy." Paul heard the creaking of wheels behind him, and the movement of the flatbed on which Chani's body lay.The chant of the water-taking ceremony began. "Ah!" said Hallah, "I must go, I must be with my friend at the last hour. Her water belongs to the whole tribe." "Her water belongs to the tribe," Paul murmured. He heard Harrach leave.He groped forward and touched Idaho's sleeve, "Take me back to my room, Duncan." He went to his room, completely relaxed.This is his time alone.But before Idaho left, there was a commotion at the door. "Master!" It was Bigas, shouting at the door. "Duncan," said Paul, "make him take two steps forward. Kill him if he comes near." "Okay," Idaho said. "Is it Duncan?" Bigas said. "Is it really Duncan Idaho?" "Yes," said Idaho. "I remember everything." "Then, Scytle's plan succeeded!" "Scytle's dead," Paul said. "But I'm not dead, and neither is the plan," Bigas said. "I swear by the box that raised me! The plan really succeeded! I will also have my own past—everything in the past. As long as there is a suitable The launcher will do." "The starter?" Paul asked. "It's the compulsive urge in me to kill you," said Idaho, his voice full of indignation, "and here's what the Mentats calculated: They found me thinking of you as the son I never had. They knew that the Necrons would not kill you, but be replaced by the real Duncan Idaho - and that was their plan. But... the plan could fail. Tell me, dwarf, if you His plan failed, what would happen if I killed him?" "Oh...then we'll make a deal with my sister to get her brother back. But it's a better deal now." Paul took a shaky breath.He could hear the mourners coming down the last passage, making their way to the room where the still was kept. "It's not too late, Your Majesty," Bigas said. "Want your lover back? We can give her back to you. A necromancer, yes. And now—we can provide a perfect restoration. You see , should I ask the servant to bring a freezer to protect your lover's body..." It was getting harder, Paul thought, exhausted in resisting the temptation of the first Treylax.Now all this is meaningless!Perceive the existence of Jani again... "Shut him up," Paul told Idaho, in the Atreides wartime secret.He heard Idaho walking towards the door. "Master!" Bigas screamed. "If you still love me," Paul said, still speaking in battle language, "do me one thing: kill him before I give in to temptation!" "No..." Bigas screamed. There was a terrible grunt, and the sound was suddenly interrupted. "I gave him a good death," said Idaho. Paul put his head down and listened.The footsteps of the mourners were no longer heard.他想，古老的弗瑞曼仪式此刻正在穴地被执行。在远处的死者蒸馏房里，部族取到了死者的水分。 “不存在其他选择。”保罗说，“你理解吗，邓肯？” “我理解。” “我做的有些事是人类难以承受的。我干预了所有我能干预的未来，我创造了未来，到头来，未来也创造了我。” “陛下，您不应该……” “这个宇宙中，有些难题是无解的。”保罗说，“没有办法。没有。”说话时，保罗感到联系自己和幻象的链条剧烈震荡起来。无限多的可能性汹涌而来，在这股滔天巨浪前，意识不由得畏缩了，被彻底压倒。他无法把握的幻象像暴风一般掠过，漫无目的。