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Book Two: Muad‘dib
“Here,”hesaidandreacheddown,pulledthepacktothesurface.
Nowshesawonlythecircleofstars.Theywereliketheluminoustipsofweaponsaimeddownather.Ashowerofmeteorscrossedherpatchofnight.
Themeteorsseemedtoherlikeawarning,liketigerstripes,likeluminousgraveslatsclabberingherblood.Andshefeltthechillofthepriceontheirheads.
“Hurryup,”Paulsaid.“Iwanttocollapsethetent.”
Ashowerofsandfromthesurfacebrushedherlefthand.Howmuchsandwillthehandhold?sheaskedherself.
“ShallIhelpyou?”Paulasked.
“No.”
Sheswallowedinadrythroat,slippedintothehole,feltstatic-packedsandraspunderherhands.Paulreacheddown,tookherarm.Shestoodbesidehimonasmoothpatchofstarlitdesert,staredaround.Sandalmostbrimmedtheirbasin,leavingonlyadimlipofsurroundingrock.Sheprobedthefartherdarknesswithhertrainedsenses.
Noiseofsmallanimals.
Birds.
Afallofdislodgedsandandfaintcreaturesoundswithinit.
Paulcollapsingtheirtent,recoveringitupthehole.
Starlightdisplacedjustenoughofthenighttochargeeachshadowwithmenace.Shelookedatpatchesofblackness.
Blackisablindremembering,shethought.Youlistenforpacksounds,forthecriesofthosewhohuntedyourancestorsinapastsoancientonlyyourmostprimitivecellsremember.Theearssee.Thenostrilssee.
Presently,Paulstoodbesideher,said:“Duncantoldmethatifhewascaptured,hecouldholdout...thislong.Wemustleaveherenow.
