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发帖数: 278 | 1 O Paul, thou Muad'Dib,
Mahdi of all men,
Thy breath exhaled
Sent forth the hurricane.
-Songs of Muad'Dib
"Never!" Ghanima said. "I'd kill him on our wedding
night." She spoke with a barbed stubbornness which thus far
had resisted all blandishments. Alia and her advisors had
been at it half the night, keeping the royal quarters in a
state of unrest, sending out for new advisors, for food and
drink. The entire Temple and its adjoining Keep seethed with
the frustrations of unmade decisions.
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