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Book Three: The Prophet
Inamajesticcircle,themakerturnedtoprotectitsopenedsegment.Fullarounditcameandwhenitwasheadedbacktothesouth,Paulshouted:
“Geyrat!”
Thesteersmanreleasedhishook.Themakerlinedoutinastraightcourse.
Stilgarsaid.“Verygood,PaulMuad’Dib.Withplentyofpractice,youmayyetbecomeasandrider.”
Paulfrowned,thinking:WasInotfirstup?
Frombehindhimtherecamesuddenlaughter.Thetroopbeganchanting,flinginghisnameagainstthesky.
“Muad‘Dib!Muad’Dib!Muad‘Dib!Muad’Dib!”
Andfartotherearalongtheworm’ssurface,Paulheardthebeatofthegoaderspoundingthetailsegments.Thewormbeganpickingupspeed.Theirrobesflappedinthewind.Theabrasivesoundoftheirpassageincreased.
Paullookedbackthroughthetroop,foundChani’sfaceamongthem.HelookedatherashespoketoStilgar.“ThenIamasandrider,Stil?”
“Halyawm!Youareasandriderthisday.”
“ThenImaychooseourdestination?”
“That’sthewayofit.”
“AndIamaFremenbornthisdayhereintheHabbanyaerg.Ihavehadnolifebeforethisday.Iwasasachilduntilthisday.”
“Notquiteachild,”Stilgarsaid.Hefastenedacornerofhishoodwherethewindwaswhippingit.
“Buttherewasacorksealingoffmyworld,andthatcorkhasbeenpulled.”
“Thereisnocork.”
“Iwouldgosouth,Stilgar—twentythumpers.Iwouldseethislandwemake,thislandthatI’veonlyseenthroughtheeyesofothers.”
AndIwouldseemysonandmyfamily,hethought.Ineedtimenowtoconsiderthefuturethatisapastwithinmymind.
