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The
Duke
brought
his
craft
around
toward
the
Shield
Wall
.
His
escort
came
down
from
circling
stations
,
took
up
positions
above
and
on
both
sides
.
Paul
thought
about
what
the
Dune
man
and
Kynes
had
said
.
He
sensed
half
-
truths
,
outright
lies
.
The
men
on
the
sand
had
glided
across
the
surface
so
surely
,
moving
in
a
way
obviously
calculated
to
keep
from
luring
the
worm
back
out
of
its
depths
.
Fremen
!
Paul
thought
.
Who
else
would
be
so
sure
on
the
sand
?
Who
else
might
be
left
out
of
your
worries
as
a
matter
of
course
—
because
they
are
in
no
danger
?
They
know
how
to
live
here
!
They
know
how
to
outwit
the
worm
!
“
What
were
Fremen
doing
on
that
crawler
?
”
Paul
asked
.
Kynes
whirled
.
The
tall
Dune
man
turned
wide
eyes
on
Paul
—
blue
within
blue
within
blue
.
“
Who
be
this
lad
?
”
he
asked
.
Halleck
moved
to
place
himself
between
the
man
and
Paul
,
said
:
“
This
is
Paul
Atreides
,
the
ducal
heir
.
”
“
Why
says
he
there
were
Fremen
on
our
rumbler
?
”
the
man
asked
.
“
They
fit
the
description
,
”
Paul
said
.
