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Book Two: Muad‘dib
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Stilgarwhirled,hishoodflapping.“Where?”
“Beyondthosebushes.”Shepointed.
Stilgartouchedtwoofhismen.“Seetoit.”Heglancedathiscompanions,identifyingthem.“Jamisismissing.”HeturnedtoJessica.“Evenyourcubknowstheweirdingway.”
“Andyou’llnoticethatmysonhasn’tstirredfromupthereasyouordered,”Jessicasaid.
ThetwomenStilgarhadsentreturnedsupportingathirdwhostumbledandgaspedbetweenthem.Stilgargavethemaflickingglance,returnedhisattentiontoJessica.“Thesonwilltakeonlyyourorders,eh?Good.Heknowsdiscipline.”
“Paul,youmaycomedownnow,”Jessicasaid.
Paulstoodup,emergingintomoonlightabovehisconcealingcleft,slippedtheFremenweaponbackintohissash.Asheturned,anotherfigurearosefromtherockstofacehim.
Inthemoonlightandreflectionoffgraystone,PaulsawasmallfigureinFremenrobes,ashadowedfacepeeringoutathimfromthehood,andthemuzzleofoneoftheprojectileweaponsaimedathimfromafoldofrobe.
“IamChani,daughterofLiet.”
Thevoicewaslilting,halffilledwithlaughter.
“Iwouldnothavepermittedyoutoharmmycompanions,”shesaid.
Paulswallowed.Thefigureinfrontofhimturnedintothemoon’spathandhesawanelfinface,blackpitsofeyes.Thefamiliarityofthatface,thefeaturesoutofnumberlessvisionsinhisearliestprescience,shockedPaultostillness.Herememberedtheangrybravadowithwhichhehadoncedescribedthisface-from-a-dream,tellingtheReverendMotherGaiusHelenMohiam:“Iwillmeether.
