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Book Two: Muad‘dib
Heheardhismothercoughthen,andhervoicecamebacktohimthroughthepressofthetroop:“Howrichtheodorsofyoursietch,Stilgar.Iseeyoudomuchworkingwiththespice...youmakepaper...plastics...andisn’tthatchemicalexplosives?”
“Youknowthisfromwhatyousmell?”Itwasanotherman’svoice.
AndPaulrealizedshewasspeakingforhisbenefitthatshewantedhimtomakeaquickacceptanceofthisassaultonhisnostrils.
TherecameabuzzofactivityattheheadofthetroopandaprolongedindrawnbreaththatseemedtopassthroughtheFremen,andPaulheardhushedvoicesbackdowntheline:“It’struethen—Lietisdead.”
Liet,Paulthought.Then:Chani,daughterofLiet.Thepiecesfelltogetherinhismind.LietwastheFremennameoftheplanetologist.
PaullookedatFarok,asked:“IsittheLietknownasKynes?”
“ThereisonlyoneLiet,”Faroksaid.
Paulturned,staredattherobedbackofaFremeninfrontofhim.ThenLiet-Kynesisdead,hethought.
“ItwasHarkonnentreachery,”someonehissed.“Theymadeitseemanaccident...lostinthedesert...a’thoptercrash....”
Paulfeltaburstofanger.Themanwhohadbefriendedthem,helpedsavethemfromtheHarkonnenhunters,themanwhohadsenthisFremencohortssearchingfortwostraysinthedesert...anothervictimoftheHarkonnens.
“DoesUsulhungeryetforrevenge?”Farokasked.
BeforePaulcouldanswer,therecamealowcallandthetroopsweptforwardintoawiderchamber,carryingPaulwiththem.
