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Book Three: The Prophet
Pebblesslitheredunderfootandshedancedacrossthemwithoutconsideringthenimblenessrequired.
Theclimbwasexhilarating,easingthefearsthathadfermentedinherbecauseofherescort’ssilentwithdrawalandthefactthataprecious‘thopterhadbeensentforher.ShefelttheinnerleapingatthenearnessofreunionwithPaul-Muad’Dib,herUsul.Hisnamemightbeabattlecryoveralltheland:
“Muad‘Dib!Muad’Dib!Muad’Dib!”Butsheknewadifferentmanbyadifferentname—thefatherofherson,thetenderlover.
Agreatfigureloomedoutoftherocksaboveher,beckoningforspeed.Shequickenedherpace.Dawnbirdsalreadywerecallingandliftingintothesky.Adimspreadoflightgrewacrosstheeasternhorizon.
Thefigureabovewasnotoneofherownescort.Otheym?shewondered,markingafamiliarityofmovementandmanner.Shecameuptohim,recognizedinthegrowinglightthebroad,flatfeaturesoftheFedaykinlieutenant,hishoodopenandmouthfilterlooselyfastenedthewayonedidsometimeswhenventuringoutonthedesertforonlyamoment.
“Hurry,”hehissed,andledherdownthesecretcrevasseintothehiddencave.“Itwillbelightsoon,”hewhisperedasheheldadoorsealopenforher.
“TheHarkonnenshavebeenmakingdesperationpatrolsoversomeofthisregion.Wedarenotchancediscoverynow.”
Theyemergedintothenarrowside-passageentrancetotheCaveofBirds.
Glowglobescamealight.Otheympressedpasther,said:“Followme.Quickly,now.
