Date: 2010-04-04 08:16 am (UTC)
The worms made more hissings, this time pleased, and rubbed at his legs.

Worry (allowed, poised as with everything a Reverend Mother did) danced across her face. "I don't know. I wish I could look. I have Atreides ancestry, I know that it would be possible with enough effort. But then..." She looked helplessly at the worms. He knew the signifigance of that and of her dilemna. Look for danger and you could make an even greater one in the looking. "And you know how vulnerable we are after an easy victory."
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