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Book Three: The Prophet
Therewerementofearanddistrustinthesmugglercrew.
Paulpulledathisliptoindicateheunderstood,lookedupatthemenstandingguardabovethemontherocks.HesawStilgarthere.MemoryoftheunsolvedproblemwithStilgarcooledsomeofPaul’selation.
“Stilgar,”hesaid,“thisisGurneyHalleckofwhomyou’veheardmespeak.
Myfather’smaster-of-arms,oneoftheswordmasterswhoinstructedme,anoldfriend.Hecanbetrustedinanyventure.”
“Ihear,”Stilgarsaid.“YouarehisDuke.”
Paulstaredatthedarkvisageabovehim,wonderingatthereasonswhichhadimpelledStilgartosayjustthat.HisDuke.TherehadbeenastrangesubtleintonationinStilgar’svoice,asthoughhewouldratherhavesaidsomethingelse.
Andthatwasn’tlikeStilgar,whowasaleaderofFremen,amanwhospokehismind.
MyDuke!Gurneythought.HelookedanewatPaul.Yes,withLetodead,thetitlefellonPaul’sshoulders.
ThepatternoftheFremenwaronArrakisbegantotakeonnewshapeinGurney’smind.MyDuke!Aplacethathadbeendeadwithinhimbegancomingalive.OnlypartofhisawarenessfocusedonPaul’sorderingthesmugglercrewdisarmeduntiltheycouldbequestioned.
Gurney’smindreturnedtothecommandwhenheheardsomeofhismenprotesting.Heshookhishead,whirled.“Areyoumendeaf?”hebarked.“ThisistherightfulDukeofArrakis.Doashecommands.”
Grumbling,thesmugglerssubmitted.
PaulmovedupbesideGurney,spokeinalowvoice.“I’dnothaveexpectedyoutowalkintothistrap,Gurney.”
“I’mproperlychastened,”Gurneysaid.
