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           Tellmeofthyfeet

           AndIwilltelltheeofthyhands.

           Tellmeofthysleeping

           AndIwilltelltheeofthywaking.

           Tellmeofthydesires

           AndIwilltelltheeofthyneed.”

           Hehadheardsomeonestrummingabalisetinanothertent.Andhe’dthoughtthenofGurneyHalleck.Remindedbythefamiliarinstrument,hehadthoughtofGurneywhosefacehehadseeninasmugglerband,butwhohadnotseenhim,couldnotseehimorknowofhimlestthatinadvertentlyleadtheHarkonnenstothesonoftheDuketheyhadkilled.

           Butthestyleoftheplayerinthenight,thedistinctivenessofthefingersonthebaliset’sstrings,broughttherealmusicianbacktoPaul’smemory.IthadbeenChatttheLeaper,captainoftheFedaykin,leaderofthedeathcommandoswhoguardedMuad’Dib.

           Weareinthedesert,Paulremembered.WeareinthecentralergbeyondtheHarkonnenpatrols.Iamheretowalkthesand,tolureamakerandmounthimbymyowncunningthatImaybeaFremenentire.

           Hefeltnowthemaulapistolathisbelt,thecrysknife.Hefeltthesilencesurroundinghim.

           Itwasthatspecialpre-morningsilencewhenthenightbirdshadgoneandthedaycreatureshadnotyetsignaledtheiralertnesstotheirenemy,thesun.

           “YoumustridethesandinthelightofdaythatShai-huludshallseeandknowyouhavenofear,”Stilgarhadsaid.“Thusweturnourtimearoundandsetourselvestosleepthisnight.”

           Quietly,Paulsatup,feelingtheloosenessofaslackedstillsuitaroundhisbody,theshadowedstilltentbeyond.Sosoftlyhemoved,yetChaniheardhim.