Sisters know that the beginning of the right balance is the moment that needs to be most carefully grasped.When you study Moadhi's life, you should first pay attention to the beginning of his life trajectory: he was born in the 57th year of Padisha King Saddam V. It was a week before they set off for Arrakis, and the tension before their departure had grown unbearable.At this time, a mysterious old woman appeared, she came to visit the little boy Paul's mother specially. It was a warm night. Caladan Castle, an ancient building that has lived in the Atrez family for 26 generations, and the rows of boulders exude a cool and dull atmosphere, indicating that the climate will change.

The mysterious old woman was let in by a side door, and when she passed a domed corridor, she was allowed to stop for a moment outside the door of Paul's room to look at the little boy who was still lying on the bed. The semi-dark chandelier hung on the roof, and the boy who was awakened could see a tall woman standing at the door of his house, and his mother was a step away behind her.The figure of the old woman was like a wizard... with hair like a spider's web, a round black face, and eyes that shone like jewels. "Does he look younger than his years, Jessica?" asked the old woman.She spoke with a wheezing sound, like a nine-string bagas out of tune.

Paul's mother replied softly, "The Atrez are late, my lord." "I've heard, I've heard," said the old woman, "that he's already turned fifteen." "Yes, sir." "He's listening to us," said the crone, "cunning little fellow." She laughed softly. "But royals need to be cunning. If he's the real Kawaz Hednagi... umm..." Paul lay on the bed, the light couldn't reach him, his eyes were opened a crack, and a pair of eyeballs were as bright as a bird.Then the crone's eyes seemed to widen and merge into Paul's.

"Sleep well, cunning little thing," said the old woman. "Tomorrow, you have to concentrate on facing my poisonous needle...Gaomu Jiaba." She was gone, pushing his mother out the door, which slammed shut. Paul lay there thinking to himself: What is Gaumjapa? In this time of confusion and change, the old woman was the strangest person Paul had ever met. Your Mightiness. She called her mother Jessica, like ordering a servant, and did not regard her mother as the Duke's favorite concubine, the mother of the heir to the title, and a noble lady of Bee Geist. He thought: Is Gaumjapa something from Arakis?I must see it before I go there.

He uttered these unfamiliar words: Gomgaba... Kwizaki Hadnaqi. There is so much to learn, Arrakis is a very different place from Kaladan. Paul's mind was filled with those new things.Arrakis... Dune... Bleak Star. Safi Hawat, the captain of his father's fighting team, explained to Paul that their old enemy, the Harkonnen family, had occupied Arrakis for 8 years and ruled the planet as a half-management.They signed a contract with the Jom Company to mine Arakis' Spice of Decay, a concoction.Now that Harkonen was leaving Arrakis, House Atrez would take his place as full fiefdom over the planet.This is Duke Ledo's victory.However, Hawat told him that this apparent victory implied a mortal danger, because the Duke of Ledo was quite famous among the houses of Landsrad.

"People who are famous attract the envy of the rich and powerful," Hawat said. Arrakis... Dune... Bleak Star. Paul fell asleep and had a dream, a cave of Arrakis, and all around him were silent people moving in darkly glowing robes.The place was solemn and solemn, as if he were in a catholic church, and he heard a faint sound... like the sound of water.Even in the dream, Paul knew he would remember it when he woke up.He can always remember dreams that foretell the future. The dream faded away. Paul awoke to find himself still warm in bed, thinking.In this Caladan castle world, without playmates his own age, it might not be worth it to be sad to leave.

Dr. Yue was his teacher, and he once hinted that in Arrakis, the defense of the superior class system was not so rigid.The people on that planet live on the edge of the desert, and the powerful cannot issue orders to them.The people of the desert are called the Fremen, and are low on the royal rolls. Arrakis... Dune... Bleak Star. Aware of his nervousness, Paul decided to practice a form of mindwork that his mother had taught him.Three quick breaths elicited a response: he entered a state of floating awareness, concentrating thoughts... arteries dilating... avoiding unfocused thought mechanisms... sending thoughts as selected... blood energized, rushing to overloaded Zone... Instinct by itself does not give man food... Security... Freedom... Animal consciousness does not extend beyond time, nor make it understand that what it prey is extinct... Animals perish, no longer reproduce... Animals Pleasure is always close to sensation, avoiding perception...Humans require a background net through which they can see their own universe...Focus on your choice, and this will form your net...The cohesion of the body follows the deepest cellular needs Consciousness flows with nerve blood...everything/cell/existence is impermanent...struggling towards eternity within a limited range...

Thoughts rolled in Paul's floating consciousness, continuous like waves. When the yellow morning light shone through the window lattice, Paul had already been aware of its arrival.He opened his eyes, heard the busy voices of people in the castle, and saw the familiar striped pattern on the roof of his bedroom. The hall door opened, and Paul's mother peered in, her hair glowing blond, with a black headband tied around her tiara.Her oval face was expressionless, and her green eyes shone solemnly. "You're awake," she said. "Did you sleep well?" "it is good."

She chooses clothes for Paul from the closet racks.Paul noticed his mother's nervousness from her shoulders, and it was difficult for others to notice this subtlety, but Paul got a Bee Geist type of training from his mother...to observe the subtle changes.Mom turned around, holding a semi-formal jacket with an Atrez eagle on the breast pocket. "Dress quickly," she said, "Our Lady is waiting for you." "I dreamed of her once," said Paul. "Who is she?" "She was my teacher at Bee Geist School. Now the Emperor's Truthsayer. Well, Paul...," she said hesitantly, "you must tell her your dream."

"I will. Did she let us have Arrakis?" "We didn't get Arrakis." Jessica dusted off a pair of trousers and hung them with a jacket on a hanger next to the bed. "Don't keep Our Lady waiting too long." Paul sat up and hugged his knees: "What is Gaumjapa?" Once again, his mother's training made Paul aware of her hesitation and tension, and he felt that it was a kind of worry. Jessica walked to the window, opened the curtains with a flick of her hand, and looked across the countryside to Mount Westyup. "You'll soon...know what Gaumjapa is," she said.

He heard the fear in his mother's voice, and he was very curious. Jessica turned her back to Paul and said, "Our Lady is waiting in my morning prayer room, please hurry." Our Lady Keith Helen Mohiam sat in a tapestry chair and watched Paul and her son approach her.The windows on both sides of the Virgin are facing the winding river and the green fields belonging to the Atrez family, but the Virgin has no intention of admiring the scenery.She felt old this morning, and it was disturbing.She blamed it on space travel, the Gilder space fleet and their mysterious ways of doing things.But there is a mission that requires the personal attention of a brilliant Bee Geist.When divine duty calls, not even the Wordsayer on Paddy Tsar can shy away. What a jerk this Jessica is!The Holy Mother cursed inwardly.If she had followed her orders, she would have had no trouble having a girl. Jessica stopped three steps away from the chair, held the hem of her skirt with her left hand, and saluted. Paul bowed according to the teaching of the dance teacher, expressing doubts about the other party. The incredulity shown by Paul in saluting did not escape the Virgin."He's a cautious little guy, Jessica," she said. Jessica put her hands on Paul's shoulders, secretly exerting force, and there was a feeling of fear in her hands.Then, controlling her emotions, Jessica said, "That's what he's been trained to do, sir." Paul thought, what is she afraid of? The old woman looked at Paul with keen eyes: the oval face was like Jessica, but the strong bones... the hair was the Duke's dark black, and the brow line belonged to the unknown grandfather.The nose is small and annoying.Green eyes like grandfather, the dead old duke. Our Lady thought to herself: Now at last someone appreciates the power of such courage, even if he is dead. "Education is one thing," she said, "basic composition is another, and we'll get results." There was a stern gleam in the old woman's eyes for Jessica. "You go out. I order you to calm your mind and think quietly." Jessica dropped her hand from Paul's shoulder. "Holy Mother, I..." "Jessica. You know it has to be done." Paul looked at his mother, wondering what they were talking about. Jessica straightened her body and said, "Yes...of course." Paul looked back at the Virgin.Both politeness to the old woman and his mother's apparent sense of dread told Paul to be careful.He felt the fear in his mother, and it made him sullen. "Paul..." Jessica took a deep breath, "...this...test you are going to accept is very important to me." "Test?" Paul looked at his mother. "Remember you are the Duke's son," Jessica said.She turned around quickly and strode towards the door, her skirt rustling.The door closed behind her. Paul confronted the old woman, controlling his anger. "Could anyone send Miss Jessica away like a servant?" The wrinkles at the corners of the old woman's mouth forced a smile. "Lady, Miss Jessica was my servant for fourteen years at school," she said, nodding. "Pretty good servant. Now, come here." The order came so suddenly and swiftly that before Paul had time to react, he compelled himself to follow the order.She is using sound force on me.Paul thought to himself.He stopped at the gesture of the Virgin and stood beside her. "See this thing?" She took out a green metal square from the gown, about 15 centimeters square.She twirled the thing, and Paul saw an opening in it... dark, nameless horror.The black opening was deep and dull. "Put your right hand in the box," she said. Fear ran through Paul.He started to back away, but the old woman said, "You obey your mother like this?" He looked up into those bright eagle eyes. Feeling helpless, overwhelmed, Paul slowly reached into the box.When his hands were engulfed in darkness, he felt chills at first, and then there seemed to be something metal rubbing against his fingers, and his fingers were a little numb, as if he had lost consciousness. The old woman's face was full of predatory expressions.She lifted her right hand from the box and rested it on Paul's neck.Paul saw the gleaming metal and started to look around. "Stay!" she snapped. Her commands are irresistible.Paul focused on her face. "I pointed Gomujaba at your neck," she said. "Gomujaba, the master buster, is a needle with venom on the tip. Aha! Don't try to slip, or you will be poisoned." Paul's throat was dry, and he couldn't take his attention away from Yu Baba's old face, the eyes glistening, silver teeth set in pale gums that reflected light when she spoke. "The duke's son must know about poisons," she said. "It's fashionable stuff, isn't it? Musk poison in your drink, ormas in your food. There's fast, slow, and unpleasant. Slow. I use one that you've never seen before, and it just kills animals." Arrogance overcomes Paul's fears. "Do you dare to say that the Duke's son is an animal?" he demanded. "Let me put it this way, I'm assuming you're human," she said. "Hold on! I'm warning you not to try to slip away. I'm an old woman, but my hand can stick a needle in your ass before you get away." neck." "Who are you?" Paul asked softly. "How did you trick my mother into leaving me here alone? Are you from the Harkonnen?" "The Harkonnen? God forbid, no! Now shut up." A dry finger touched Paul's neck, and he fought back his instinct to jump away. "Okay," she said, "you've passed the first level. Now, there's something else left. If you pull your hand out of the box, you die. That's the only rule. Put your hand in the box, and you're saved." Your life. If you pull it out, you will die." Paul took a deep breath, calming the trembling. "If I yell, the servant will appear immediately, and you will surely die." "Your mother stood guard at the door, and the servants couldn't get in. Don't count on it. Your mother passed the test. Now it's your turn. It's an honor. We rarely do that test on little men." Curiosity kept Paul in check of his fear.He heard that the old woman was telling the truth, irrefutable.If her mother was there holding the door...if this was really a test...whatever it was, Paul knew there was no getting away from it.The hand on the neck, Nagaomjapa had completely controlled him.He remembered the anti-fear techniques his mother had taught him from the Bee Geist ceremony. "I cannot be afraid. Fear is the killer of the mind. Fear is a little spirit of death that will utterly disorient. I will face the fear and let it pass through my body. When the fear is gone, my mind's eyes will see its death Perish. Where fear has trod, nothing will remain, but I shall remain intact." Paul felt himself regain his composure and said, "Old lady, do it." "Old lady!" she said angrily, "you have courage, there's no denying that. Well, we'll see, sir." She bent close to Paul, and murmured, "Your hand in the box It hurts, it hurts! But if you withdraw your hand, my Gomujaba will stab you in the neck... Death will be so fast, like the executioner's ax falls. Take your hand away, Gomujaba will want you fate, understand?" "What's in the box?" "pain." Paul felt the tingling in his fingers intensify, and he bit his lips.How can this be a test? he thinks.The stinging turned into itching. The old woman said, "Have you ever heard of an animal biting off a leg to escape a trap? Animal tricks exist, and a man will stay in a trap, suffer pain, feign death, and look for an opportunity to kill A person who lays a trap to neutralize a threat to his own kind." The itching turned into a subtle burning pain. "Why are you doing this?" Paul asked. "See if you're human. Quiet!" The burning pain in his right hand was intensifying, and Paul's left hand clenched into a fist, and the pain was slowly increasing: hot, hot, burning... He felt the nails of his left hand digging into his palm. He tried to bend the fingers of his right hand, but he couldn't move. "It's hot," Paul said softly. "Do not talk!" The pain spread to his arms, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.Every nerve is calling: Get your hands out of that fire pit...but...Gumjapa.Without turning his head, Paul tried to see the poisonous needle on his neck with his eyes.He felt his breathing intensify and tried to slow it down, but couldn't. Pain! His world became blank, only the painful hand became huge, and the old face staring at him gradually faded away. His lips were so dry they were hard to part. hot!Severe burning pain! He thought he could feel the skin of that hand blackened and curled, the flesh charred and falling off piece by piece until the bones were exposed. Terminated! The pain stopped, as if a switch had been turned off. Paul felt his right arm tremble and his body was drenched with sweat. "Enough," said the old woman to herself, "it's amazing. No girl has made it this far. I thought you were bound to fail." She straightened up and took Gaumjapa. "Get out your hand, young man, and look at it." Paul suppressed the trembling caused by the pain, staring at the black hole that tortured his hand, his memory was full of the pain just now.Reason told him that what he took out would be a piece of charred wood. Paul withdrew his hand and looked at it in surprise. There was no trace, no burnt flesh.He raised his hand, turned it, flexed his fingers, all intact. "The pain induced by nerve stimulation," she said, "is unlikely to harm humans. Many people want to know the secret of the box." She put the box inside the long gown. "But that hurts..." Paul said. Paul felt the pain in his left hand, let go of his clenched fingers, and saw four bloodstains on his palm.He put his hand down, looked at the old woman and said, "Did you ever do that to my mother too?" "Ever sifted through sand?" she asked. The question jolted Paul to a deeper meaning: a sieve for sand.He nodded. "We Bee Geist filter the crowd and differentiate humans." Paul raised his right hand, the pain just now was still fresh in his memory. "That's the way...pain?" he asked. "Little one, I watch you carefully when you feel pain. Pain is only the center of this test. Your mother told you about our observation method. I have seen the effect of her education on you. Our test is crisis. and observe." Paul heard it was unmistakable in her voice, and said, "That's right!" She looked straight at Paul, he could sense truth!Will he be the one?is he really She suppressed her excitement, reminding herself: "Hope blinds observation." "You know when people believe their word?" she said. "I know." Tried and tested that ability was in Paul's voice, she recognized, and said, "Maybe it's Kwizaki Hadenatch. Sit down, little brother, at my feet." "I'd rather stand." "Your mother sat at my feet." "I'm not my mother." "You kind of hate us, huh?" she called, turning to the door, "Jessica!" The door flew open, and Jessica stood in the doorway, staring sternly into the room.When she saw Paul, her eyes softened and she smiled reluctantly. "Jessica, haven't you stopped hating me?" said the old woman. "I hate and love you at the same time," Jessica replied, "Hate... comes from a pain I will never forget. And love...is..." "Basic facts will suffice," said the old woman, but her voice was soft. "You may come in now, but don't speak. Close the door and be careful that no one disturbs us." Jessica went inside, closed the door, and stood with her back against it.My son is alive, she thought, he's not dead, he's...human.I know he's...but...he's alive.Now, I can go on living.The door behind her was solid and solid.Everything in the room seemed abrupt, oppressing her feelings. My son is alive. Paul looked at his mother.What she said was the truth.He wanted to leave alone, to mull over the experience, but he knew he had to be allowed to leave.The old woman had a certain power over him.They tell the truth.His mother had been put through such a test, and there was something horrific about it...the pain and the fear were terrifying.He knew there must be a terrible purpose in it.They made a big bet that they were a necessity of their own existence.Paul felt a terrible purpose had been given to him, but what it was, he didn't know. "One day, little one," said the old woman, "you'll be standing outside the door like that. It will take premeditation and planning." Paul looked down at his aching hand, then up at Our Lady. There was something extraordinary in her voice that he had never felt before: the words were spoken with a brilliance, with a secret in them.He felt that any question he could ask her would yield an answer that would take him beyond the actual physical world into a greater realm. "Why would you do a test to determine the authenticity of a human?" Paul asked. "To set you free." "liberation?" "People used to give machines their minds, hoping to free themselves. But that only made other people who had machines make them slaves." "You will make machines that think like people," Paul was quoted as saying. "That's what Bati Zihad and Orenji taught in the Bible," she said, "but it's in the OC Bible: 'Thou shalt not make a machine that counterfeit human thinking.' Have you studied the Mentats?" "I studied and studied with Safi Hawat." "The Great Rebellion removed a pillar," she said. "It forced the human mind to develop, and it built schools to train human talents." "Bee Geist School?" She nodded: "There are two surviving of that old school... Bee Gist and Space Gilder. We think that Gilder emphasizes almost exclusively pure mathematics, and Bee Gist plays a different role. " "Politics," Paul said. "It's amazing," said the old woman.She gave Jessica a sharp look. "I didn't tell him, sir," said Jessica. Our Lady turned her attention to Paul again. "You made that judgment with very few clues," she said. "Politics, yes. The original Bee Geist School was run by people who believed that human affairs should continue. They noticed that if you don't By distinguishing the human population from the animal population, such continuity cannot be guaranteed...especially by consanguinity." The old woman's words suddenly lost their special poignancy for Paul.He felt it violated what his mother called an instinct of justice.It's not that Our Lady is lying to him. She evidently believed what she was telling was the truth.There was something deeper about it, something connected to her terrible purpose. "But my mother told me there were a lot of Bee Geist at school who didn't know their ancestry," he said. "The genetic lineage is always in our files," she said, "and your mother knew that either she was descended from the Bee Gist or her own blood was acceptable." "Then why can't she know who her parents are?" "Some know...many don't. For example, we might want her to mate with a prominent family to develop a certain genetic advantage. We have many reasons." Once again Paul feels offended by justice."You do so at your own risk," he said. Our Lady looked directly at Paul and wondered: Is there criticism in his voice? "We have a heavy responsibility on our shoulders," she said. Paul felt himself gradually shake off his fear of the test.He looked squarely at the Virgin and said, "You say I may be Kwizaki Hadenaki... What is that? A human Gomgaba?" "Paul," Jessica said, "don't say that to..." "I'll take care of it, Jessica," said the old woman. "Now, little one, do you know the medicine of the Truthsayer?" "You use it to improve your ability to tell truth from falsehood," Paul replied. "Mother told me so." "Have you ever seen the truth phase?" He shook his head and said, "No." "This drug is dangerous," she said, "but it reveals its essence. Once the Truthsayer is stimulated by this drug, she can see many places in her own memory...her physical memory. We see through A lot of paths to the past ... that's just the path for women." Her voice was clouded with feminine sadness. "However, there is a place where the Truthsayers cannot see. We are repelled by it and feared. It is said that one day a man will come into the world and find his inner eye in the drug, and he will see what we cannot see ...the past of men and women." "Your Kwizaki Hadenatch?" "Yes, he can be in many places at once: Kwizaki Hadenatch. Many men have tried this drug and failed, too many failures." "They all tried and failed, all failed?" "Oh, no," she shook her head, "they tried, and they died."

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