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Book One: Dune
Thiswascriminalwaste!
Inthesilencethatfollowed,theyheardKynes.
“BlesstheMakerandHiswater,”Kynesmurmured.“BlessthecomingandgoingofHim.MayHispassagecleansetheworld.MayHekeeptheworldforHispeople.”
“What’sthatyou’resaying?”theDukeasked.
ButKynesremainedsilent.
Paulglancedatthemencrowdedaroundhim.TheywerestaringfearfullyatthebackofKynes’head.Oneofthemwhispered:“Liet.”
Kynesturned,scowling.Themansankback,abashed.
Anotheroftherescuedmenbegancoughing—dryandrasping.Presently,hegasped:“Cursethishellhole!”
ThetallDunemanwhohadcomelastoutofthecrawlersaid:“Beyoustill,Coss.Youbutworsenyourcough.”HestirredamongthemenuntilhecouldlookthroughthematthebackoftheDuke’shead.“YoubetheDukeLeto,Iwarrant,”hesaid.“It’stoyouwegivethanksforourlives.Wewerereadytoenditthereuntilyoucamealong.”
“Quiet,man,andlettheDukeflyhisship,”Halleckmuttered.
PaulglancedatHalleck.He,too,hadseenthetensionwrinklesatthecornerofhisfather’sjaw.OnewalkedsoftlywhentheDukewasinarage.
Letobeganeasinghis’thopteroutofitsgreatbankingcircle,stoppedatanewsignofmovementonthesand.Thewormhadwithdrawnintothedepthsandnow,nearwherethecrawlerhadbeen,twofigurescouldbeseenmovingnorthawayfromthesanddepression.Theyappearedtoglideoverthesurfacewithhardlyaliftingofdusttomarktheirpassage.
“Who’sthatdownthere?”theDukebarked.
