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Book Three: The Prophet
’We’regoingtoblasttheShieldWall,nothumans.”
“It’stoofineapoint,”Gurneysaid.
“Thehair-splittersuptherewillwelcomeanypoint,”Paulsaid.“Let’stalknomoreaboutit.”
Heturnedaway,wishingheactuallyfeltthatconfident.Presently,hesaid:
“Whataboutthecitypeople?Aretheyinpositionyet?”
“Yes,”Stilgarmuttered.
Paullookedathim.“What’seatingyou?”
“Ineverknewthecitymancouldbetrustedcompletely,”Stilgarsaid.
“Iwasacitymanmyselfonce,”Paulsaid.
Stilgarstiffened.Hisfacegrewdarkwithblood.“Muad’DibknowsIdidnotmean—”
“Iknowwhatyoumeant,Stil.Butthetestofamanisn’twhatyouthinkhe’lldo.It’swhatheactuallydoes.ThesecitypeoplehaveFremenblood.It’sjustthattheyhaven’tyetlearnedhowtoescapetheirbondage.We’llteachthem.”
Stilgarnodded,spokeinaruefultone:“Thehabitsofalifetime,Muad’Dib.
OntheFuneralPlainwelearnedtodespisethemenofthecommunities.”
PaulglancedatGurney,sawhimstudyingStilgar.“Tellus,Gurney,whywerethecityfolkdowntheredrivenfromtheirhomesbytheSardaukar?”
“Anoldtrick,myDuke.Theythoughttoburdenuswithrefugees.”
“It’sbeensolongsinceguerrillaswereeffectivethatthemightyhaveforgottenhowtofightthem,”Paulsaid.“TheSardaukarhaveplayedintoourhands.Theygrabbedsomecitywomenfortheirsport,decoratedtheirbattlestandardswiththeheadsofthemenwhoobjected.
