Book Two MUAD’DIB 7 страница

The roar of Stilgar’s voice echoed up to him: “Get back, you wormheaded lice! She’ll break my neck if you come near! ”

A voice out of the basin said: “The boy got away, Stil. What are we–”

“Of course he got away, you sand-brained. . . Ugh-h-h! Easy, woman! ” “Tell them to stop hunting my son, ” Jessica said.

“They’ve stopped, woman. He got away as you intended him to. Great gods below! Why didn’t you say you were a weirding woman and a fighter? ”

“Tell your men to fall back, ” Jessica said. “Tell them to go out into the basin where I can see them. . . and you’d better believe that I know how many of them there are. ”

And she thought: This is the delicate moment, but if this man is as sharp- minded as I think him, we have a chance.

Paul inched his way upward, found a narrow ledge on which he could rest and look down into the basin. Stilgar’s voice came up to him.

“And if I refuse? How can you. . . ugh-h-h! Leave be, woman! We mean no harm to you, now. Great gods! If you can do this to the strongest of us, you’re worth ten times your weight of water. ”

Now, the test of reason, Jessica thought. She said: “You ask after the Lisan al-Gaib. ”

“You could be the folk of the legend, ” he said, “but I’ll believe that when it’s been tested. All I know now is that you came here with that stupid Duke who. . . Aiee-e-e! Woman! I care not if you kill me! He was honorable and brave, but it was stupid to put himself in the way of the Harkonnen fist! ”

Silence.

Presently, Jessica said: “He had no choice, but we’ll not argue it. Now, tell that man of yours behind the bush over there to stop trying to bring his weapon to bear on me, or I’ll rid the universe of you and take him next. ”

“You there! ” Stilgar roared. “Do as she says! ”

“But, Stil–”

“Do as she says, you wormfaced, crawling, sand-brained piece of lizard turd! Do it or I’ll help her dismember you! Can’t you see the worth of this woman? ”

The man at the bush straightened from his partial concealment, lowered his weapon.

“He has obeyed, ” Stilgar said.

“Now, ” Jessica said, “explain clearly to your people what it is you wish of me. I want no young hothead to make a foolish mistake. ”

“When we slip into the villages and towns we must mask our origin, blend with the pan and graben folk, ” Stilgar said. “We carry no weapons, for the crysknife is sacred. But you, woman, you have the weirding ability of battle. We’d only heard of it and many doubted, but one cannot doubt what he sees with his own eyes. You mastered an armed Fremen. This is a weapon no search could expose. ”

There was a stirring in the basin as Stilgar’s words sank home.

“And if I agree to teach you the. . . weirding way? ”

“My countenance for you as well as your son. ”

“How can we be sure of the truth in your promise? ”

Stilgar’s voice lost some of its subtle undertone of reasoning, took on an edge of bitterness. “Out here, woman, we carry no paper for contracts. We make no evening promises to be broken at dawn. When a man says a thing, that’s the contract. As leader of my people, I’ve put them in bond to my word. Teach us this weirding way and you have sanctuary with us as long as you wish. Your water shall mingle with our water. ”

“Can you speak for all Fremen? ” Jessica asked.

“In time, that may be. But only my brother, Liet, speaks for all Fremen. Here, I promise only secrecy. My people will not speak of you to any other sietch. The Harkonnens have returned to Dune in force and your Duke is dead. It is said that you two died in a Mother storm. The hunter does not seek dead game. ”

There’s safety in that, Jessica thought. But these people have good communications and a message could be sent.

“I presume there was a reward offered for us, ” she said. Stilgar remained silent, and she could almost see the thoughts turning over in his head, sensing the shifts of his muscles beneath her hands.

Presently, he said: “I will say it once more: I’ve given the tribe’s word- bond. My people know your worth to us now. What could the Harkonnens give us? Our freedom? Hah! no, you are the taqwa, that which buys us more than all the spice in the Harkonnen coffers. ”

“Then I shall teach you my way of battle, ” Jessica said, and she sensed the unconscious ritual-intensity of her own words.

“Now, will you release me? ”

“So be it, ” Jessica said. She released her hold on him, stepped aside in full view of the bank in the basin. This is the test-mashed, she thought. But Paul must know about them even if I die for his knowledge.

In the waiting silence, Paul inched forward to get a better view of where his mother stood. As he moved, he heard heavy breathing, suddenly stilled, above him in the vertical crack of the rock, and sensed a faint shadow there outlined against the stars.

Stilgar’s voice came up from the basin: “You, up there! Stop hunting the boy. He’ll come down presently. ”

The voice of a young boy or a girl sounded from the darkness above Paul: “But, Stil, he can’t be far from–”

“I said leave him be, Chani! You spawn of a lizard! ”

There came a whispered imprecation from above Paul and a low voice: “Call me spawn of a lizard! ” But the shadow pulled back out of view.

Paul returned his attention to the basin, picking out the gray-shadowed movement of Stilgar beside his mother.

“Come in, all of you, ” Stilgar called. He turned to Jessica. “And now I’ll ask you how we may be certain you’ll fulfill your half of our bargain? You’re the one’s lived with papers and empty contracts and such as–”

“We of the Bene Gesserit don’t break our vows any more than you do, ” Jessica said.

There was a protracted silence, then a multiple hissing of voices: “A Bene Gesserit witch! ”

Paul brought his captured weapon from his sash, trained it on the dark figure of Stilgar, but the man and his companions remained immobile, staring at Jessica.

“It is the legend, ” someone said.

“It was said that the Shadout Mapes gave this report on you, ” Stilgar said. “But a thing so important must be tested. If you are the Bene Gesserit of the legend whose son will lead us to paradise. . . ” He shrugged.

Jessica sighed, thinking: So our Missionaria Protectiva even planted religious safety valves all through this hell hole. Ah, well. . . it’ll help, and that’s what it was meant to do.

She said: “The seeress who brought you the legend, she gave it under the binding of karama and ijaz, the miracle and the inimitability of the prophecy– this I know. Do you wish a sign? ”

His nostrils flared in the moonlight. “We cannot tarry for the rites, ” he whispered.

Jessica recalled a chart Kynes had shown her while arranging emergency escape routes. How long ago it seemed. There had been a place called “Sietch Tabr” on the chart and beside it the notation: “Stilgar. ”

“Perhaps when we get to Sietch Tabr, ” she said.

The revelation shook him, and Jessica thought: If only he knew the tricks we use! She must’ve been good, that Bene Gesserit of the Missionaria Protectiva. These Fremen are beautifully prepared to believe in us.

Stilgar shifted uneasily. “We must go now. ”

She nodded, letting him know that they left with her permission. He looked up at the cliff almost directly at the rock ledge where Paul crouched. “You there, lad: you may come down now. ” He returned his attention to Jessica, spoke with an apologetic tone: “Your son made an incredible amount of noise climbing. He has much to learn lest he endanger us all, but he’s young. ”

“No doubt we have much to teach each other, ” Jessica said. “Meanwhile, you’d best see to your companion out there. My noisy son was a bit rough in disarming him. ”

Stilgar whirled, his hood flapping. “Where? ”

“Beyond those bushes. ” She pointed.

Stilgar touched two of his men. “See to it. ” He glanced at his companions, identifying them. “Jamis is missing. ” He turned to Jessica. “Even your cub knows the weirding way. ”

“And you’ll notice that my son hasn’t stirred from up there as you ordered, ” Jessica said.

The two men Stilgar had sent returned supporting a third who stumbled and gasped between them. Stilgar gave them a flicking glance, returned his attention to Jessica. “The son will take only your orders, eh? Good. He knows discipline. ”

“Paul, you may come down now, ” Jessica said.

Paul stood up, emerging into moonlight above his concealing cleft, slipped the Fremen weapon back into his sash. As he turned, another figure arose from the rocks to face him.

In the moonlight and reflection off gray stone, Paul saw a small figure in Fremen robes, a shadowed face peering out at him from the hood, and the muzzle of one of the projectile weapons aimed at him from a fold of robe.

“I am Chani, daughter of Liet. ”

The voice was lilting, half filled with laughter.

“I would not have permitted you to harm my companions, ” she said.

Paul swallowed. The figure in front of him turned into the moon’s path and he saw an elfin face, black pits of eyes. The familiarity of that face, the features out of numberless visions in his earliest prescience, shocked Paul to stillness. He remembered the angry bravado with which he had once described this face-from-a-dream, telling the Reverend Mother Gains Helen Mohiam: “I will meet her. ”

And here was the face, but in no meeting he had ever dreamed.

“You were as noisy as shai-hulud in a rage, ” she said. “And you took the most difficult way up here. Follow me; I’ll show you an easier way down. ”

He scrambled out of the cleft, followed the swirling of her robe across a tumbled landscape. She moved like a gazelle, dancing over the rocks. Paul felt hot blood in his face, was thankful for the darkness.

That girl! She was like a touch of destiny. He felt caught up on a wave, in tune with a motion that lifted all his spirits.

They stood presently amidst the Fremen on the basin floor.

Jessica turned a wry smile on Paul, but spoke to Stilgar: “This will be a good exchange of teachings. I hope you and your people feel no anger at our violence. It seemed. . . necessary. You were about to. . . make a mistake. ”

“To save one from a mistake is a gift of paradise, ” Stilgar said. He touched his lips with his left hand, lifted the weapon from Paul’s waist with the other, tossed it to a companion. “You will have your own maula pistol, lad, when you’ve earned it. ”

Paul started to speak, hesitated, remembering his mother’s teaching: “Beginnings are such delicate times. ”

“My son has what weapons he needs, ” Jessica said. She stared at Stilgar, forcing him to think of how Paul had acquired the pistol.

Stilgar glanced at the man Paul had subdued–Jamis. The man stood at one side, head lowered, breathing heavily. “You are a difficult woman, ” Stilgar said. He held out his left hand to a companion, snapped his fingers. “Kushti bakka te. ” More Chakobsa, Jessica thought.

The companion pressed two squares of gauze into Stilgar’s hand. Stilgar ran them through his fingers, fixed one around Jessica’s neck beneath her hood, fitted the other around Paul’s neck in the same way.

“Now you wear the kerchief of the bakka, ” he said. “If we become separated, you will be recognized as belonging to Stilgar’s sietch. We will talk of weapons another time. ”

He moved out through his band now, inspecting them, giving Paul’s Fremkit pack to one of his men to carry.

Bakka, Jessica thought, recognizing the religious term: bakka–the weeper. She sensed how the symbolism of the kerchiefs united this band. Why should weeping unite them? she asked herself.

Stilgar came to the young girl who had embarrassed Paul, said: “Chani, take the child-man under your wing. Keep him out of trouble. ”

Chani touched Paul’s arm. “Come along, child-man. ”

Paul hid the anger in his voice, said: “My name is Paul. It were well you–”

“We’ll give you a name, manling, ” Stilgar said, “in the time of the mihna, at the test of aql. ”

The test of reason, Jessica translated. The sudden need of Paul’s ascendancy overrode all other consideration, and she barked, “My son’s been tested with the gom jabbar! ”

In the stillness that followed, she knew she had struck to the heart of them.

“There’s much we don’t know of each other, ” Stilgar said. “But we tarry overlong. Day-sun mustn’t find us in the open. ” He crossed to the man Paul had struck down, said, “Jamis, can you travel? ”

A grunt answered him. “Surprised me, he did. ‘Twas an accident. I can travel. ”

“No accident, ” Stilgar said. “I’ll hold you responsible with Chani for the lad’s safety, Jamis. These people have my countenance. ”

Jessica stared at the man, Jamis. His was the voice that had argued with Stilgar from the rocks. His was the voice with death in it. And Stilgar had seen fit to reinforce his order with this Jamis.

Stilgar flicked a testing glance across the group, motioned two men out. “Larus and Farrukh, you are to hide our tracks. See that we leave no trace. Extra care–we have two with us who’ve not been trained. ” He turned, hand upheld and aimed across the basin. “In squad line with flankers–move out. We must be at Cave of the Ridges before dawn. ”

Jessica fell into step beside Stilgar, counting heads. There were forty Fremen–she and Paul made it forty-two. And she thought: They travel as a military company–even the girl, Chani.

Paul took a place in the line behind Chani. He had put down the black feeling at being caught by the girl. In his mind now was the memory called up by his mother’s barked reminder: “My son’s been tested with the gom jabbar! ” He found that his hand tingled with remembered pain.

“Watch where you go, ” Chani hissed. “Do not brush against a bush lest you leave a thread to show our passage. ”

Paul swallowed, nodded.

Jessica listened to the sounds of the troop, hearing her own footsteps and Paul’s, marveling at the way the Fremen moved. They were forty people crossing the basin with only the sounds natural to the place–ghostly feluccas, their robes flitting through the shadows. Their destination was Sietch Tabr–Stilgar’s sietch.

She turned the word over in her mind; sietch. It was a Chakobsa word, unchanged from the old hunting language out of countless centuries. Sietch: a meeting place in time of danger. The profound implications of the word and the language were just beginning to register with her after the tension of their encounter.

“We move well, ” Stilgar said. “With, Shai-hulud’s favor, we’ll reach Cave of the Ridges before dawn. ”

Jessica nodded, conserving her strength, sensing the terrible fatigue she held at bay by force of will. . . and, she admitted it: by the force of elation. Her mind focused on the value of this troop, seeing what was revealed here about the Fremen culture.

All of them, she thought, an entire culture trained to military order. What a priceless thing is here for an outcast Duke!

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The Fremen were supreme in that quality the ancients called “spannungsbogen”– which is the self-imposed delay between desire for a thing and the act of reaching out to grasp that thing. -from “The Wisdom of Muad’Dib” by the Princess Irulan

They approached Cave of the Ridges at dawnbreak, moving through a split in the basin wall so narrow they had to turn sideways to negotiate it. Jessica saw Stilgar detach guards in the thin dawnlight, saw them for a moment as they began their scrambling climb up the cliff.

Paul turned his head upward as he walked, seeing the tapestry of this planet cut in cross section where the narrow cleft gaped toward gray-blue sky.

Chani pulled at his robe to hurry him, said: “Quickly. It is already light. ”

“The men who climbed above us, where are they going? ” Paul whispered.

“The first daywatch, ” she said. “Hurry now! ”

A guard left outside, Paul thought. Wise. But it would’ve been wiser still for us to approach this place in separate bands. Less chance of losing the whole troop. He paused in the thought, realizing that this was guerrilla thinking, and he remembered his father’s fear that the Atreides might become a guerrilla house.

“Faster, ” Chani whispered.

Paul sped his steps, hearing the swish of robes behind. And he thought of the words of the sirat from Yueh’s tiny 0. C. Bible.

“Paradise on my right, Hell on my left and the Angel of Death behind. ” He rolled the quotation in his mind.

They rounded a corner where the passage widened. Stilgar stood at one side motioning them into a low hole that opened at right angles.

“Quickly! ” he hissed. “We’re like rabbits in a cage if a patrol catches us here. ”

Paul bent for the opening, followed Chani into a cave illuminated by thin gray light from somewhere ahead.

“You can stand up, ” she said.

He straightened, studied the place: a deep and wide area with domed ceiling that curved away just out of a man’s handreach. The troop spread out through shadows. Paul saw his mother come up on one side, saw her examine their companions. And he noted how she failed to blend with the Fremen even though her garb was identical. The way she moved–such a sense of power and grace.

“Find a place to rest and stay out of the way, child-man, ” Chani said. “Here’s food. ” She pressed two leaf-wrapped morsels into his hand. They reeked of spice.

Stilgar came up behind Jessica, called an order to a group on the left. “Get the doorseal in place and see to moisture security. ” He turned to another Fremen: “Lemil, get glowglobes. ” He took Jessica’s arm. “I wish to show you something, weirding woman. ” He led her around a curve of rock toward the light source. Jessica found herself looking out across the wide lip of another opening to the cave, an opening high in a cliff wall–looking out across another basin about ten or twelve kilometers wide. The basin was shielded by high rock walls. Sparse clumps of plant growth were scattered around it.

As she looked at the dawn-gray basin, the sun lifted over the far escarpment illuminating a biscuit-colored landscape of rocks and sand. And she noted how the sun of Arrakis appeared to leap over the horizon.

It’s because we want to hold it back, she thought. Night is safer than day. There came over her then a longing for a rainbow in this place that would never see rain. I must suppress such longings, she thought. They’re a weakness. I no longer can afford weaknesses.

Stilgar gripped her arm, pointed across the basin. “There! There you see proper Druses. ”

She looked where he pointed, saw movement: people on the basin floor scattering at the daylight into the shadows of the opposite cliffwall. In spite of the distance, their movements were plain in the clear air. She lifted her binoculars from beneath her robe, focused the oil lenses on the distant people. Kerchiefs fluttered like a flight of multicolored butterflies.

“That is home, ” Stilgar said. “We will be there this night. ” He stared across the basin, tugging at his mustache. “My people stayed out overlate working. That means there are no patrols about. I’ll signal them later and they’ll prepare for us. ”

“Your people show good discipline, ” Jessica said. She lowered the binoculars, saw that Stilgar was looking at them.

“They obey the preservation of the tribe, ” he said. “It is the way we choose among us for a leader. The leader is the one who is strongest, the one who brings water and security. ” He lifted his attention to her face.

She returned his stare, noted the whiteless eyes, the stained eyepits, the dust-rimmed beard and mustache, the line of the catchtube curving down from his nostrils into his stillsuit.

“Have I compromised your leadership by besting you, Stilgar? ” she asked.

“You did not call me out, ” he said.

“It’s important that a leader keep the respect of his troop, ” she said.

“Isn’t a one of those sandlice I cannot handle, ” Stilgar said. “When you bested me, you bested us all. Now, they hope to learn from you. . . the weirding way. . . and some are curious to see if you intend to call me out. ”

She weighed the implications. “By besting you in formal battle? ”

He nodded. “I’d advise you against this because they’d not follow you. You’re not of the sand. They saw this in our night’s passage. ”

“Practical people, ” she said.

“True enough. ” He glanced at the basin. “We know our needs. But not many are thinking deep thoughts now this close to home. We’ve been out overlong arranging to deliver our spice quota to the free traders for the cursed Guild. . . may their faces be forever black. ”

Jessica stopped in the act of turning away from him, looked back up into his face. “The Guild? What has the Guild to do with your spice? ”

“It’s Liet’s command, ” Stilgar said. “We know the reason, but the taste of it sours us. We bribe the Guild with a monstrous payment in spice to keep our skies clear of satellites and such that none may spy what we do to the face of Arrakis. ”

She weighed out her words, remembering that Paul had said this must be the reason Arrakeen skies were clear of satellites. “And what is it you do to the face of Arrakis that must not be seen? ”

“We change it. . . slowly but with certainty. . . to make it fit for human life. Our generation will not see it, nor our children nor our children’s children nor the grandchildren of their children. . . but it will come. ” He stared with veiled eyes out over the basin. “Open water and tall green plants and people walking freely without stillsuits. ”

So that’s the dream of this Liet-Kynes, she thought. And she said: “Bribes are dangerous; they have a way of growing larger and larger. ”

“They grow, ” he said, “but the slow way is the safe way. ”

Jessica turned, looked out over the basin, trying to see it the way Stilgar was seeing it in his imagination. She saw only the grayed mustard stain of distant rocks and a sudden hazy motion in the sky above the cliffs.

“Ah-h-h-h, ” Stilgar said.

She thought at first it must be a patrol vehicle, then realized it was a mirage–another landscape hovering over the desert-sand and a distant wavering of greenery and in the middle distance a long worm traveling the surface with what looked like Fremen robes fluttering on its back.

The mirage faded.

“It would be better to ride, ” Stilgar said, “but we cannot permit a maker into this basin. Thus, we must walk again tonight. ”

Maker–their word for worm, she thought.

She measured the import of his words, the statement that they could not permit a worm into this basin. She knew what she had seen in the mirage–Fremen riding on the back of a giant worm. It took heavy control not to betray her shock at the implications.

“We must be getting back to the others, ” Stilgar said. “Else my people may suspect I dally with you. Some already are jealous that my hands tasted your loveliness when we struggled last night in Tuono Basin. ”

“That will be enough of that! ” Jessica snapped.

“No offense, ” Stilgar said, and his voice was mild. “Women among us are not taken against their will. . . and with you. . . ” He shrugged. “. . . even that convention isn’t required. ”

“You will keep in mind that I was a duke’s lady, ” she said, but her voice was calmer.

“As you wish, ” he said. “It’s time to seal off this opening, to permit relaxation of stillsuit discipline. My people need to rest in comfort this day. Their families will give them little rest on the morrow. ”

Silence fell between them.

Jessica stared out into the sunlight. She had heard what she had heard in Stilgar’s voice–the unspoken offer of more than his countenance. Did he need a wife? She realized she could step into that place with him. It would be one way to end conflict over tribal leadership–female properly aligned with male.

But what of Paul then? Who could tell yet what rules of parenthood prevailed here? And what of the unborn daughter she had carried these few weeks? What of a dead Duke’s daughter? And she permitted herself to face fully the significance of this other child growing within her, to see her own motives in permitting the conception. She knew what it was–she had succumbed to that profound drive shared by all creatures who are faced with death–the drive to seek immortality through progeny. The fertility drive of the species had overpowered them.

Jessica glanced at Stilgar, saw that he was studying her, waiting. A daughter born here to a woman wed to such a one as this man–what would be the fate of such a daughter? she asked herself. Would he try to limit the necessities that a Bene Gesserit must follow?

Stilgar cleared his throat and revealed then that he understood some of the questions in her mind. “What is important for a leader is that which makes him a leader. It is the needs of his people. If you teach me your powers, there may come a day when one of us must challenge the other. I would prefer some alternative. ”

“There are several alternatives? ” she asked.

“The Sayyadina, ” he said. “Our Reverend Mother is old. ”

Their Reverend Mother! Before she could probe this, he said: “I do not necessarily offer myself as mate. This is nothing personal, for you are beautiful and desirable. But should you become one of my women, that might lead some of my young men to believe that I’m too much concerned with pleasures of the flesh and not enough concerned with the tribe’s needs. Even now they listen to us and watch us. ”

A man who weighs his decisions, who thinks of consequences, she thought.

“There are those among my young men who have reached the age of wild spirits, ” he said. “They must be eased through this period. I must leave no great reasons around for them to challenge me. Because I would have to maim and kill among them. This is not the proper course for a leader if it can be avoided with honor. A leader, you see, is one of the things that distinguishes a mob from a people. He maintains the level of individuals. Too few individuals, and a people reverts to a mob. ”

His words, the depth of their awareness, the fact that he spoke as much to her as to those who secretly listened, forced her to reevaluate him.

He has stature, she thought. Where did he learn such inner balance?

“The law that demands our form of choosing a leader is a just law, ” Stilgar said. “But it does not follow that justice is always the thing a people needs. What we truly need now is time to grow and prosper, to spread our force over more land. ”

What is his ancestry? she wondered. Whence comes such breeding? She said: “Stilgar, I underestimated you. ”

“Such was my suspicion, ” he said.

“Each of us apparently underestimated the other, ” she said.

“I should like an end to this, ” he said. “I should like friendship with you. . . and trust. I should like that respect for each other which grows in the breast without demand for the huddlings of sex. ”

“I understand, ” she said.

“Do you trust me? ”

“I hear your sincerity. ”

“Among us, ” he said, “the Sayyadina, when they are not the formal leaders, hold a special place of honor. They teach. They maintain the strength of God here. ” He touched his breast.

Now I must probe this Reverend Mother mystery, she thought. And she said: “You spoke of your Reverend Mother. . . and I’ve heard words of legend and prophecy. ”

“It is said that a Bene Gesserit and her offspring hold the key to our future, ” he said.

“Do you believe I am that one. ”

She watched his face, thinking; The young reed dies so easily. Beginnings are times of such great peril.

“We do not know, ” he said.

She nodded, thinking: He’s an honorable man. He wants a sign from me, but he’ll not tip fate by telling me the sign.

Jessica turned her head, stared down into the basin at the golden shadows, the purple shadows, the vibrations of dust-mote air across the lip of their cave. Her mind was filled suddenly with feline prudence. She knew the cant of the Missionaria Protectiva, knew how to adapt the techniques of legend and fear and hope to her emergency needs, but she sensed wild changes here. . . as though someone had been in among these Fremen and capitalized on the Missionaria Protectiva’s imprint.

Stilgar cleared his throat.

She sensed his impatience, knew that the day moved ahead and men waited to seal off this opening. This was a time for boldness on her part, and she realized what she needed: some dar al-hikman, some school of translation that would give her. . .

“Adab, ” she whispered. Her mind felt as though it had rolled over within her. She recognized the sensation with a quickening of pulse. Nothing in all the Bene Gesserit training carried such a signal of recognition. It could be only the adab, the demanding memory that comes upon you of itself. She gave herself up to it, allowing the words to flow from her.

“Ibn qirtaiba, ” she said, “as far as the spot where the dust ends. ” She stretched out an arm from her robe, seeing Stilgar’s eyes go wide. She heard a rustling of many robes in the background. “I see a. . . Fremen with the book of examples, ” she intoned. “He reads to al-Lat, the sun whom he defied and subjugated. He reads to the Sadus of the Trial and this is what he reads;

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