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Book Three: The Prophet
Hisowneyes,heknew,hadatouchofthecolor,butsmugglerscouldgetoffworldfoodsandtherewasasubtlecasteimplicationinthetoneoftheeyesamongthem.Theyspokeof
“thetouchofthespicebrush”tomeanamanhadgonetoonative.Andtherewasalwaysahintofdistrustintheidea.
“Therewasatimewhenwedidnotridethemakerinthelightofdayintheselatitudes,”Paulsaid.“ButRabbanhaslittleenoughaircoverleftthathecanwasteitlookingforafewspecksinthesand.”HelookedatGurney.“Youraircraftwereashocktoushere.”
Tous...tous....
Gurneyshookhisheadtodriveoutsuchthoughts.“Weweren’ttheshocktoyouthatyouweretous,”hesaid.
“What’sthetalkofRabbaninthesinksandvillages?”Paulasked.
“Theysaythey’vefortifiedthegrabenvillagestothepointwhereyoucannotharmthem.Theysaytheyneedonlysitinsidetheirdefenseswhileyouwearyourselvesoutinfutileattack.”
“Inaword,”Paulsaid,“They’reimmobilized.”
“Whileyoucangowhereyouwill,”Gurneysaid.
“It’satacticIlearnedfromyou,”Paulsaid.“They’velosttheinitiative,whichmeansthey’velostthewar.”
Gurneysmiled,aslow,knowingexpression.
“OurenemyisexactlywhereIwanthimtobe,”Paulsaid.Heglancedat
Gurney.“Well,Gurney,doyouenlistwithmeforthefinishofthiscampaign?”
“Enlist?”Gurneystaredathim.“MyLord,I’veneverleftyourservice.
You’retheonlyoneleftme...tothinkyoudead.
