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Book Two: Muad‘dib
HawatturnedbacktotheFremen.“HaveyouheardofDuncanIdaho?”
“Hewasinthegreathousewhentheshieldwentdown,”theFremensaid.
“ThisI’veheard...nomore.”
ShedroppedtheshieldandletintheHarkonnens,hethought.Iwastheonewhosatwithmybacktoadoor.Howcouldshedothiswhenitmeantturningalsoagainstherownson?But...whoknowshowaBeneGesseritwitchthinks...ifyoucancallitthinking?
Hawattriedtoswallowinadrythroat.“Whenwillyouhearabouttheboy?”
“WeknowlittleofwhathappensinArrakeen,”theFremensaid.Heshrugged.“Whoknows?”
“Youhavewaysoffindingout?”
“Perhaps.”TheFremenrubbedatthescarbesidehisnose.“Tellme,ThufirHawat,doyouhaveknowledgeofthebigweaponstheHarkonnensused?”
Theartillery,Hawatthoughtbitterly.Whocouldhaveguessedthey’duseartilleryinthisdayofshields?
“Yourefertotheartillerytheyusedtotrapourpeopleinthecaves,”hesaid.
“I’ve...theoreticalknowledgeofsuchexplosiveweapons.”
“Anymanwhoretreatsintoacavewhichhasonlyoneopeningdeservestodie,”theFremensaid.
“Whydoyouaskabouttheseweapons?”
“Lietwishesit.”
Isthatwhathewantsfromus?Hawatwondered.Hesaid:“Didyoucomehereseekinginformationaboutthebigguns?”
“Lietwishedtoseeoneoftheweaponsforhimself.”
“Thenyoushouldjustgotakeone,”Hawatsneered.
“Yes,”theFremensaid.“Wetookone.WehaveithiddenwhereStilgarcanstudyitforLietandwhereLietcanseeitforhimselfifhewishes.
