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Book Two: Muad‘dib
“There’smelangespicenearby,”hesaid.
AneiderwindfeatheredPaul’scheeks,ruffledthefoldsofhisburnoose.Butthiswindcarriednothreatofstorm;alreadyhecouldsensethedifference.
“Dawnsoon,”hesaid.
Jessicanodded.
“There’sawaytogetsafelyacrossthatopensand,”Paulsaid.“TheFremendoit.”
“Theworms?”
“IfweweretoplantathumperfromourFremkitbackintherockshere,”
Paulsaid.“It’dkeepawormoccupiedforatime.”
Sheglancedatthestretchofmoonlighteddesertbetweenthemandtheotherescarpment.“Fourkilometersworthoftime?”
“Perhaps.Andifwecrossedtheremakingonlynaturalsounds,thekindthatdon’tattracttheworms....”
Paulstudiedtheopendesert,questinginhisprescientmemory,probingthemysteriousallusionstothumpersandmakerhooksintheFremkitmanualthathadcomewiththeirescapepack.Hefounditoddthatallhesensedwaspervasiveterroratthoughtoftheworms.Heknewasthoughitlayjustattheedgeofhisawarenessthatthewormsweretoberespectedandnotfeared...if...if....
Heshookhishead.
“It’dhavetobesoundswithoutrhythm,”Jessicasaid.
“What?Oh.Yes.Ifwebrokeoursteps...thesanditselfmustshiftdownattimes.Wormscan’tinvestigateeverylittlesound.Weshouldbefullyrestedbeforewetryit,though.”
Helookedacrossatthatotherrockwall,seeingthepassageoftimeintheverticalmoonshadowsthere.“It’llbedawnwithinthehour.”
“Where’llwespendtheday?”sheasked.
Paulturnedleft,pointed.“Thecliffcurvesbacknorthoverthere.
