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Book Three: The Prophet
Thiswasdeepinthedesert,anunlikelyplaceforanambush...still....Gurneysignaledforacrewtohoverovertheridge,toscanit,sentreservestotakeupstationinpatternaroundthearea—nottoohighbecausethentheycouldbeseenfromafarbyHarkonnendetectors.
Hedoubted,though,thatHarkonnenpatrolswouldbethisfarsouth.ThiswasstillFremencountry.
Gurneycheckedhisweapons,damningthefatethatmadeshieldsuselessouthere.Anythingthatsummonedawormhadtobeavoidedatallcosts.Herubbedtheinkvinescaralonghisjaw,studyingthescene,decideditwouldbesafesttoleadagroundpartythroughtheridge.Inspectiononfootwasstillthemostcertain.Youcouldn’tbetoocarefulwhenFremenandHarkonnenwereateachother’sthroats.
ItwasFrementhatworriedhimhere.Theydidn’tmindtradingforallthespiceyoucouldafford,buttheyweredevilsonthewarpathifyousteppedfootwheretheyforbadeyoutogo.Andtheyweresodevilishlycunningoflate.
ItannoyedGurney,thecunningandadroitnessinbattleofthesenatives.
Theydisplayedasophisticationinwarfareasgoodasanythinghehadeverencountered,andhehadbeentrainedbythebestfightersintheuniversethenseasonedinbattleswhereonlythesuperiorfewsurvived.
AgainGurneyscannedthelandscape,wonderingwhyhefeltuneasy.
Perhapsitwasthewormtheyhadseen...butthatwasontheothersideoftheridge.
Aheadpoppedupintothecon-bubblebesideGurney—thefactorycommander,aone-eyedoldpiratewithfullbeard,theblueeyesandmilkyteethofaspicediet.
