He had shaken the safe cosmos and replaced security with his Jihad.
He had out-fought and out-thought and out-predicted the universe of men, but a certainty filled him that this universe still eluded him. Irulan stared at the papers in front of Stilgar, her mouth a tight line. What do they find here? Paul asked himself. In fact, the Fremen called them 'passage birds.' And the few who died here were 'winged souls.' Often in their religious ecstasy, they filled the streets with screeching like some odd aviary. 'It's the human arguments which concern me. As matters stand, though, I reject this proposal.' I think if the Princess Consort were not bound by the commands of the Bene Gesserit, if she did not seek this out of desires for personal power, my reaction might be very different. 'I know the political arguments,' Paul said.
