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The
Duke
nodded
,
watched
the
last
of
his
escort
take
off
.
He
adjusted
the
igniter
,
glanced
once
more
at
wings
and
instruments
,
punched
the
jet
sequence
.
The
take
-
off
pressed
the
Duke
and
Kynes
deep
into
their
seats
,
compressed
the
people
in
the
rear
.
Kynes
watched
the
way
the
Duke
handled
the
controls
—
gently
,
surely
.
The
’
thopter
was
fully
airborne
now
,
and
the
Duke
studied
his
instruments
,
glanced
left
and
right
at
his
wings
.
“
She
’
s
very
heavy
,
Sire
,
”
Halleck
said
.
“
Well
within
the
tolerances
of
this
ship
,
”
the
Duke
said
.
“
You
didn
’
t
really
think
I
’
d
risk
this
cargo
,
did
you
,
Gurney
?
”
Halleck
grinned
,
said
:
“
Not
a
bit
of
it
,
Sire
.
”
The
Duke
banked
his
craft
in
a
long
easy
curve
—
climbing
over
the
crawler
.
Paul
,
crushed
into
a
corner
beside
a
window
,
stared
down
at
the
silent
machine
on
the
sand
.
The
wormsign
had
broken
off
about
four
hundred
meters
from
the
crawler
.
And
now
,
there
appeared
to
be
turbulence
in
the
sand
around
the
factory
.
“
The
worm
is
now
beneath
the
crawler
,
”
Kynes
said
.
“
You
are
about
to
witness
a
thing
few
have
seen
.
”
Flecks
of
dust
shadowed
the
sand
around
the
crawler
now
.
The
big
machine
began
to
tip
down
to
the
right
.
A
gigantic
sand
whirlpool
began
forming
there
to
the
right
of
the
crawler
.
It
moved
faster
and
faster
.
Sand
and
dust
filled
the
air
now
for
hundreds
of
meters
around
.
