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Book Three: The Prophet
“There’sanotherLetoamongtheAtreides.”
Gurneyacceptedthiswithonlyawideningoftheeyes.
Paulwatchedtheactionaroundthemwithacriticaleye.Acurrycolordominatedthesouthernskynowandtherecamefitfulburstsandgustsofwindthatwhippeddustaroundtheirheads.
“Sealyoursuit,”Paulsaid.Andhefastenedthemaskandhoodabouthisface.
Gurneyobeyed,thankfulforthefilters.
Paulspoke,hisvoicemuffledbythefilter:“Whichofyourcrewdon’tyoutrust,Gurney?”
“There’resomenewrecruits,”Gurneysaid.“Offworlders....”Hehesitated,wonderingathimselfsuddenly.Offworlders.Thewordhadcomesoeasilytohistongue.
“Yes?”Paulsaid.
“They’renotliketheusualfortune-huntinglotweget,”Gurneysaid.
“They’retougher.”
“Harkonnenspies?”Paulasked.
“Ithinkm’Lord,thattheyreporttonoHarkonnen.Isuspectthey’remenoftheImperialservice.TheyhaveahintofSalusaSecundusaboutthem.”
Paulshotasharpglanceathim.“Sardaukar?”
Gurneyshrugged.“Theycouldbe,butit’swellmasked.”
Paulnodded,thinkinghoweasilyGurneyhadfallenbackintothepatternofAtreidesretainer...butwithsubtlereservations...differences.Arrakishadchangedhim,too.
TwohoodedFremenemergedfromthebrokenrockbelowthem,beganclimbingupward.Oneofthemcarriedalargeblackbundleoveroneshoulder.
“Wherearemycrewnow?”Gurneyasked.
“Secureintherocksbelowus,”Paulsaid.“We’veacavehere—CaveofBirds.We’lldecidewhattodowiththemafterthestorm.
