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“
You
fight
well
and
you
did
your
best
for
our
friend
,
”
Stilgar
said
.
He
looked
at
Leto
.
“
Let
it
be
thus
:
the
man
Idaho
keeps
the
crysknife
he
holds
as
a
mark
of
his
allegiance
to
us
.
He
must
be
cleansed
,
of
course
,
and
the
rites
observed
,
but
this
can
be
done
.
He
will
be
Fremen
and
soldier
of
the
Atreides
.
There
is
precedent
for
this
:
Liet
serves
two
masters
.
”
“
Duncan
?
”
Leto
asked
.
“
I
understand
,
Sire
,
”
Idaho
said
.
“
It
is
agreed
,
then
,
”
Leto
said
.
“
Your
water
is
ours
,
Duncan
Idaho
,
”
Stilgar
said
.
“
The
body
of
our
friend
remains
with
your
Duke
.
His
water
is
Atreides
water
.
It
is
a
bond
between
us
.
”
Leto
sighed
,
glanced
at
Hawat
,
catching
the
old
Mentat
’
s
eye
.
Hawat
nodded
,
his
expression
pleased
.
“
I
will
await
below
,
”
Stilgar
said
,
“
while
Idaho
makes
farewell
with
his
friends
.
Turok
was
the
name
of
our
dead
friend
.
Remember
that
when
it
comes
time
to
release
his
spirit
.
You
are
friends
of
Turok
.
”
Stilgar
started
to
turn
away
.
“
Will
you
not
stay
a
while
?
”
Leto
asked
.
The
Fremen
turned
back
,
whipping
his
veil
into
place
with
a
casual
gesture
,
adjusting
something
beneath
it
.
Paul
glimpsed
what
looked
like
a
thin
tube
before
the
veil
settled
into
place
.
