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Halleck
said
.
“
Not
on
this
ship
,
”
the
Duke
said
.
He
hauled
back
on
the
controls
as
the
’
thopter
glided
in
beside
the
crawler
.
The
wings
tipped
up
,
braked
the
’
thopter
to
a
skidding
stop
within
twenty
meters
of
the
factory
.
The
crawler
was
silent
now
,
no
sand
spouting
from
its
vents
.
Only
a
faint
mechanical
rumble
issued
from
it
,
becoming
more
audible
as
the
Duke
opened
his
door
.
Immediately
,
their
nostrils
were
assailed
by
the
odor
of
cinnamon
—
heavy
and
pungent
.
With
a
loud
flapping
,
the
spotter
aircraft
glided
down
to
the
sand
on
the
other
side
of
the
crawler
.
The
Duke
’
s
own
escort
swooped
in
to
land
in
line
with
him
.
Paul
,
looking
out
at
the
factory
,
saw
how
all
the
’
thopters
were
dwarfed
by
it
—
gnats
beside
a
warrior
beetle
.
“
Gurney
,
you
and
Paul
toss
out
that
rear
seat
,
”
the
Duke
said
.
He
manually
cranked
the
wings
out
to
three
-
quarters
,
set
their
angle
,
checked
the
jet
pod
controls
.
“
Why
the
devil
aren
’
t
they
coming
out
of
that
machine
?
”
“
They
’
re
hoping
the
carryall
will
show
up
,
”
Kynes
said
.
“
They
still
have
a
few
minutes
.
”
He
glanced
off
to
the
east
.
All
turned
to
look
the
same
direction
,
seeing
no
sign
of
the
worm
,
but
there
was
a
heavy
,
charged
feeling
of
anxiety
in
the
air
.
