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Book Two: Muad‘dib
”Hehesitated,then:“AndIshallnotcallyouladthemore.”
Avoicefromthetroopcalledout:“Needsanaming,Stil.”
Stilgarnodded,tuggingathisbeard.“Iseestrengthinyou...likethestrengthbeneathapillar.”Againhepaused,then:“YoushallbeknownamongusasUsul,thebaseofthepillar.Thisisyoursecretname,yourtroopname.WeofSietchTabrmayuseit,butnoneothermaysopresume...Usul.”
Murmuringwentthroughthetroop:“Goodchoice,that...strong...bringusluck.”AndJessicasensedtheacceptance,knowingshewasincludedinitwithherchampion.ShewasindeedSayyadina.
“Now,whatnameofmanhooddoyouchooseforustocallyouopenly?”
Stilgarasked.
Paulglancedathismother,backtoStilgar.Bitsandpiecesofthismomentregisteredonhisprescientmemory,buthefeltthedifferencesasthoughtheywerephysical,apressureforcinghimthroughthenarrowdoorofthepresent.
“Howdoyoucallamongyouthelittlemouse,themousethatjumps?”Paulasked,rememberingthepop-hopofmotionatTuonoBasin.Heillustratedwithonehand.
Achucklesoundedthroughthetroop.
“Wecallthatonemuad’dib,”Stilgarsaid.
Jessicagasped.ItwasthenamePaulhadtoldher,sayingthattheFremenwouldacceptthemandcallhimthus.Shefeltasuddenfearofhersonandforhim.
Paulswallowed.Hefeltthatheplayedapartalreadyplayedovercountlesstimesinhismind...yet...thereweredifferences.
