Paul tried to swallow in a dry throat. “Don’t you see, mother?” He said while trying to swallow in a dry throat. “I’m Paul Maud’Dib Usul, Duke of Arrakis.”
His mother, Jessica, who was his mother and also a Bene Gesserit, tried to swallow in a dry throat. “Yes, my son, who is Paul, but the spice!” She said while smelling spice. It smelled spicy. She said this presently.
Her voice spoke of a perfect frequency in a voice of perfection. The frequencies of it were perfect. She uses the voice. Paul knew it because he was her son and also the Lisan Al Gaib.