Last chapter

The last chapter of the Dune chronicals is definetly the one most often read by me. (Luckly, it is only a very short chapter.) The chapter gives a conversation between Marty and Daniel about the escape of Duncan, Sheeana, and the others in the no-ship from the planet Chapterhouse.
"You deliberatelly let them get away, Daniel!"
    The old woman rubbed her hands down the stained front of her garden apron. It was a summer morning around her, flowers blooming, birds calling from nearby trees. There was a mistry look to the sky, a yellow radiance near the horizon.
    "Now Marty, it was not deliberate," Daniel said. He took off his porkpie hat and rubbed the bushy stubble of gray hair before replacing the hat. "He surprised me. I knew he saw us but I didn't suspect he saw the net."     "And I had such a nice planet picked out for them," Marty said. "One of the best. A real test of their abilities."     "No use moaning about it," Daniel said. "They're where we can't touch them now. He was spread so thin, though, I expected to catch him easy."     "They had a Tleilaxu Master, too," Marty said. "I saw him when they went under the net. I would have so liked to study another Master."     "Don't see why. Always whistling at us, always making it necessary to stomp them down. I don't like treating Masters that way and you know it! If it weren't for them . . . "     "They're not gods, Daniel."
    "Neither are we."
    "I still think you let them escape. You're so anxious to prune your roses!"     "What would you have said to the Master, anyway?" Daniel asked.     "I was going to joke when he asked who we were. They always ask that. I was going to say:`What did you expect, God Himself with a flowing beard?' "     Daniel chuckled. "That would've been funny. They have such a hard time accepting that Face Dancers can be independent of them."     "I don't see why. It's a natural consequence. They gave us the power to absorb the memories and experiences of other people. Gather enough of those and . . ."     "It's personas we take, Marty."     "Whatever. The Masters should've known we would gather enough of them one day to make our won decisions about our own future."     "And theirs?"     "Oh, I'd have apologized to him after putting him on his place. You can do just so much managing of others, isn't that right, Daniel?"     "When you get that look on your face, Marty, I go prune my roses." He went back to a line of bushes with verdant leaves and black blooms as large as his head.     Marty called after him: "Gather up enough people and you get a big ball of knowledge, Daniel! That's what I'd have told him. And those Bene Gesserit in that ship! I'd have told them how many of them I have. Ever noticed how alienated they feel when we peek at them?"     Daniel bent to his black roses.     She stared after him, hands on her hips.     "Not to mention the Mentats," he said. "There were two of them on that ship--both gholas. You want to play with them?"     "The Masters always try to control them, too," she said.     "That Master is going to have trouble if he tries to mess with that big one," Daniel said, snipping off a ground shoot from the root stock of his roses. "My, this is a pretty one."     "Mentats too!" Marty called. "I'd have told them. Dime a dozen, they are."     "Dimes? I don't think he'd have understood that, Marty. The Reverend Mothers, yes, but not that big Mentat. He didn't thin out that far back."     "You know what you let get away, Daniel?" She demanded, coming up beside him. "That Master had a nullentropy tube in his chest. Full of ghola cells, too!"     "I saw it."     "That's why you let them get away!"     "Didn't let them." His pruning shears went snick-snick. "Gholas. He's welcome to them."
7th Book of Dune