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Book Two: Muad‘dib
Straightintothecarrierthediving’thopterplunged.
Aflamingroarshookthebasin.Rockstumbledfromthecliffwallsallaround.Ageyserofred-orangeshotskywardfromthesandwherethecarrieranditscompanion’thoptershadbeen—everythingtherecaughtintheflame.
ItwastheFremenwhotookoffinthatcaptured’thopter,Hawatthought.Hedeliberatelysacrificedhimselftogetthatcarrier.GreatMother!WhataretheseFremen?
“Areasonableexchange,”saidtheFremenbesideHawat.“Theremust’vebeenthreehundredmeninthatcarrier.Now,wemustseetotheirwaterandmakeplanstogetanotheraircraft.”Hestartedtostepoutoftheirrock-shadowedconcealment.
Arainofblueuniformscameoverthecliffwallinfrontofhim,fallinginlow-suspensorslowness.Intheflashinginstant,HawathadtimetoseethattheywereSardaukar,hardfacessetinbattlefrenzy,thattheywereunshieldedandeachcarriedaknifeinonehand,astunnerintheother.
AthrownknifecaughtHawat’sFremencompanioninthethroat,hurlinghimbackward,twistingfacedown.Hawathadonlytimetodrawhisownknifebeforeblacknessofastunnerprojectilefelledhim.
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Muad‘DibcouldindeedseetheFuture,butyoumustunderstandthelimitsofthispower.Thinkofsight.Youhaveeyes,yetcannotseewithoutlight.Ifyouareonthefloorofavalley,youcannotseebeyondyourvalley.Justso,Muad’Dibcouldnotalwayschoosetolookacrossthemysteriousterrain.
