had been Chatt the Leaper, captain of the Fedaykin, leader of the death

could not see him or know of him lest that inadvertently lead the Harkonnens to

"O my soul,

Have no taste for Paradise this night,

"I do love your Chani. I accept her."

Have no taste for Paradise this night,

And I will tell thee of thy hands.

surrounding him.

Have no taste for Paradise this night,

on the baliset's strings, brought the real musician back to Paul's memory. It

And I will tell thee of thy waking.

began to dip through the dream state into his awareness. He knew suddenly that

"Tell me of thine eyes

The reassurance gave him a new hold on his world. Bits of solid reality

And I will tell thee of thy heart.

He felt now the maula pistol at his belt, the crysknife. He felt the silence

Gurney whose face he had seen in a smuggler band, but who had not seen him,

And I swear by Shai-hulud

And I will tell thee of thy need."

Tell me of thy desires

commandos who guarded Muad'Dib.

commandos who guarded Muad'Dib.

And I will tell thee of thy need."

the son of the Duke they had killed.

And I swear by Shai-hulud

commandos who guarded Muad'Dib.

And I swear by Shai-hulud

then of Gurney Halleck. Reminded by the familiar instrument, he had thought of

And I will tell thee of thy waking.