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Book Two: Muad‘dib
StilgarcameupbehindJessica,calledanordertoagroupontheleft.“Getthedoorsealinplaceandseetomoisturesecurity.”HeturnedtoanotherFremen:
“Lemil,getglowglobes.”HetookJessica’sarm.“Iwishtoshowyousomething,weirdingwoman.”Heledheraroundacurveofrocktowardthelightsource.
Jessicafoundherselflookingoutacrossthewidelipofanotheropeningtothecave,anopeninghighinacliffwall—lookingoutacrossanotherbasinabouttenortwelvekilometerswide.Thebasinwasshieldedbyhighrockwalls.
Sparseclumpsofplantgrowthwerescatteredaroundit.
Asshelookedatthedawn-graybasin,thesunliftedoverthefarescarpmentilluminatingabiscuit-coloredlandscapeofrocksandsand.AndshenotedhowthesunofArrakisappearedtoleapoverthehorizon.
It’sbecausewewanttoholditback,shethought.Nightissaferthanday.
Therecameoverherthenalongingforarainbowinthisplacethatwouldneverseerain.Imustsuppresssuchlongings,shethought.They’reaweakness.Inolongercanaffordweaknesses.
Stilgargrippedherarm,pointedacrossthebasin.“There!ThereyouseeproperDruses.”
Shelookedwherehepointed,sawmovement:peopleonthebasinfloorscatteringatthedaylightintotheshadowsoftheoppositecliffwall.Inspiteofthedistance,theirmovementswereplainintheclearair.Sheliftedherbinocularsfrombeneathherrobe,focusedtheoillensesonthedistantpeople.
Kerchiefsflutteredlikeaflightofmulticoloredbutterflies.
“Thatishome,”Stilgarsaid.“Wewillbetherethisnight.
