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Sitting at a table next to the Observation Window for the light, Paul reads, enchanted. Around him, people and creatures even more fanciful than those of an ancient Sanskrit epic speak calmly over their evening meals.
"The omens are adverse; what good can come from the slaughter of my people on this battlefield?" Asks Arjuna to his faithful chariot-driver. Coward, Muad'dib thinks, nothing is more welcome to a soldier than a righteous war. Just some light entertainment for a destroyer of worlds.
"The omens are adverse; what good can come from the slaughter of my people on this battlefield?" Asks Arjuna to his faithful chariot-driver. Coward, Muad'dib thinks, nothing is more welcome to a soldier than a righteous war. Just some light entertainment for a destroyer of worlds.