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Book One: Dune
“Willitreallycutthestrongestmetals?”
“Atthisaltitude,it’snotsandbutdust,”Kynessaid.“Thedangerislackofvisibility,turbulence,cloggedintakes.”
“We’llseeactualspiceminingtoday?”Paulasked.
“Verylikely,”Kynessaid.
Paulsatback.Hehadusedthequestionsandhyperawarenesstodowhathismothercalled“registering”theperson.HehadKynesnow—toneofvoice,eachdetailoffaceandgesture.Anunnaturalfoldingoftheleftsleeveontheman’srobetoldofaknifeinanarmsheath.Thewaistbulgedstrangely.Itwassaidthatdesertmenworeabeltedsashintowhichtheytuckedsmallnecessities.Perhapsthebulgescamefromsuchasash—certainlynotfromaconcealedshieldbelt.AcopperpinengravedwiththelikenessofahareclaspedtheneckofKynes’robe.
Anothersmallerpinwithsimilarlikenesshungatthecornerofthehoodwhichwasthrownbackoverhisshoulders.
HallecktwistedintheseatbesidePaul,reachedbackintotherearcompartmentandbroughtouthisbaliset.KyneslookedaroundasHallecktunedtheinstrument,thenreturnedhisattentiontotheircourse.
“Whatwouldyouliketohear,youngMaster?”Halleckasked.
“Youchoose,Gurney,”Paulsaid.
Halleckbenthisearclosetothesoundingboard,strummedachordandsangsoftly:
“Ourfathersatemannainthedesert,Intheburningplaceswherewhirlwindscame.
Lord,saveusfromthathorribleland!
Saveus...oh-h-h-h,saveus
Fromthedryandthirstyland.”
KynesglancedattheDuke,said:“Youdotravelwithalightcomplementofguards,myLord.
