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Book Two: Muad‘dib
Helookedwherehismotherpointed,sawupliftingrockshapesblackonthesandaheadandtotheright.Hefeltwindaroundhisankles,astirringofdustinthecabin.Therewasaholesomewhere,moreofthestorm’sdoing.
“Bettersetusdownonsand,”Jessicasaid.“Thewingsmightnottakefullbrake.”
Henoddedtowardaplaceaheadwheresandblastedridgesliftedintomoonlightabovethedunes.“I’llsetusdownnearthoserocks.Checkyoursafetyharness.”
Sheobeyed,thinking:We’vewaterandstillsuits.Ifwecanfindfood,wecansurvivealongtimeonthisdesert.Fremenlivehere.Whattheycandowecando.
“Runforthoserockstheinstantwe’restopped,”Paulsaid.“I’lltakethepack.”
“Runfor....”Shefellsilent,nodded.“Worms.”
“Ourfriends,theworms,”hecorrectedher.“They’llgetthis’thopter.
There’llbenoevidenceofwherewelanded.”
Howdirecthisthinking,shethought.
Theyglidedlower...lower...
Therecamearushingsenseofmotiontotheirpassage—blurredshadowsof
dunes,rocksliftinglikeislands.The’thoptertouchedadunetopwithasoftlurch,skippedasandvalley,touchedanotherdune.
He’skillingourspeedagainstthesand,Jessicathought,andpermittedherselftoadmirehiscompetence.
“Braceyourself!”Paulwarned.
Hepulledbackonthewingbrakes,gentlyatfirst,thenharderandharder.Hefeltthemcuptheair,theiraspectratiodroppingfasterandfaster.Windscreamedthroughthelappedcovertsandprimariesofthewings’leaves.
