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Book Three: The Prophet
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Avoicecalledfromabovethem:“Muad’Dib!”
Paulturnedatthecall,sawaFremenguardmotioningthemdowntothecave.Paulsignaledhehadheard.
Gurneystudiedhimwithanewexpression.“You’reMuad‘Dib?”heasked.
“You’rethewill-o’-the-sand?”
“It’smyFremenname,”Paulsaid.
Gurneyturnedaway,feelinganoppressivesenseofforeboding.Halfhisowncrewdeadonthesand,theotherscaptive.Hedidnotcareaboutthenewrecruits,thesuspiciousones,butamongtheothersweregoodmen,friends,peopleforwhomhefeltresponsible.“We’lldecidewhattodowiththemafterthestorm.”
That’swhatPaulhadsaid,Muad‘Dibhadsaid.AndGurneyrecalledthestoriestoldofMuad’Dib,theLisanal-Gaib—howhehadtakentheskinofaHarkonnenofficertomakehisdrumheads,howhewassurroundedbydeathcommandos,Fedaykinwholeapedintobattlewiththeirdeathchantsontheirlips.
Him.
ThetwoFremenclimbinguptherocksleapedlightlytoashelfinfrontofPaul.Thedark-facedonesaid:“Allsecure,Muad’Dib.Webestgetbelownow.”
“Right.”
Gurneynotedthetoneoftheman’svoice—halfcommandandhalfrequest.
ThiswasthemancalledStilgar,anotherfigureofthenewFremenlegends.
Paullookedatthebundletheothermancarried,said:“Korba,what’sinthebundle?”
Stilgaranswered:“‘Twasinthecrawler.Ithadtheinitialofyourfriendhereanditcontainsabaliset.ManytimeshaveIheardyouspeakoftheprowessofGurneyHalleckonthebaliset.
