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Book One: Dune
“Inotethatsuitsaremanufacturedalsoinsomeofthegarrisoncities.”
“Inferiorcopies,”Kynessaid.“AnyDunemanwhovalueshisskinwearsaFremensuit.”
“Andit’llholdyourwaterlosstoathimblefuladay?”
“Properlysuited,yourforeheadcaptight,allsealsinorder,yourmajorwaterlossisthroughthepalmsofyourhands,”Kynessaid.“Youcanwearsuitglovesifyou’renotusingyourhandsforcriticalwork,butmostFremenintheopendesertrubtheirhandswithjuicefromtheleavesofthecreosotebush.Itinhibitsperspiration.”
TheDukeglanceddowntotheleftatthebrokenlandscapeoftheShield
Wall—chasmsoftorturedrock,patchesofyellow-browncrossedbyblacklinesoffaultshattering.Itwasasthoughsomeonehaddroppedthisgroundfromspaceandleftitwhereitsmashed.
Theycrossedashallowbasinwiththeclearoutlineofgraysandspreadingacrossitfromacanyonopeningtothesouth.Thesandfingersranoutintothebasin—adrydeltaoutlinedagainstdarkerrock.
Kynessatback,thinkingaboutthewater-fatfleshhehadfeltbeneaththestillsuits.Theyworeshieldbeltsovertheirrobes,slowpelletstunnersatthewaist,coin-sizedemergencytransmittersoncordsaroundtheirnecks.BoththeDukeandhissoncarriedknivesinwristsheathesandthesheathesappearedwellworn.ThepeoplestruckKynesasastrangecombinationofsoftnessandarmedstrength.TherewasapoisetothemtotallyunliketheHarkonnens.
“WhenyoureporttotheEmperoronthechangeofgovernmenthere,willyousayweobservedtherules?”Letoasked.
