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Book One: Dune
Drawstrawsordecideanywayyoulikewho’stogo.Butyou’regoing,andthat’sanorder!”HeslammedthemicrophonebackintoKynes’hands,muttered:
“Sorry,”asKynesshookaninjuredfinger.
“Howmuchtime?”Paulasked.
“Nineminutes,”Kynessaid.
TheDukesaid:“Thisshiphasmorepowerthantheothers.Ifwetookoffunderjetwiththree-quarterwings,wecouldcrowdinanadditionalman.”
“Thatsand’ssoft,”Kynessaid.
“Withfourextramenaboardonajettakeoff,wecouldsnapthewings,Sire,”
Hallecksaid.
“Notonthisship,”theDukesaid.Hehauledbackonthecontrolsasthe’thopterglidedinbesidethecrawler.Thewingstippedup,brakedthe’thoptertoaskiddingstopwithintwentymetersofthefactory.
Thecrawlerwassilentnow,nosandspoutingfromitsvents.Onlyafaintmechanicalrumbleissuedfromit,becomingmoreaudibleastheDukeopenedhisdoor.
Immediately,theirnostrilswereassailedbytheodorofcinnamon—heavyandpungent.
Withaloudflapping,thespotteraircraftglideddowntothesandontheothersideofthecrawler.TheDuke’sownescortswoopedintolandinlinewithhim.
Paul,lookingoutatthefactory,sawhowallthe’thoptersweredwarfedbyit—gnatsbesideawarriorbeetle.
“Gurney,youandPaultossoutthatrearseat,”theDukesaid.Hemanuallycrankedthewingsouttothree-quarters,settheirangle,checkedthejetpodcontrols.“Whythedevilaren’ttheycomingoutofthatmachine?”
“They’rehopingthecarryallwillshowup,”Kynessaid.“Theystillhaveafewminutes.
