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Paul
leaped
out
to
the
sand
and
Jessica
followed
.
She
turned
,
reached
under
the
seat
for
the
strange
bundle
,
seeing
Czigo
’
s
feet
close
to
her
face
,
feeling
dampness
on
the
bundle
as
she
removed
it
,
realizing
the
dampness
was
the
pilot
’
s
blood
.
Waste
of
moisture
,
she
thought
,
knowing
that
this
was
Arrakeen
thinking
.
Paul
stared
around
them
,
saw
the
rock
scarp
lifting
out
of
the
desert
like
a
beach
rising
from
the
sea
,
wind
-
carved
palisades
beyond
.
He
turned
back
as
his
mother
lifted
the
bundle
from
the
‘
thopter
,
saw
her
stare
across
the
dunes
toward
the
Shield
Wall
.
He
looked
to
see
what
drew
her
attention
,
saw
another
’
thopter
swooping
toward
them
,
realized
they
’
d
not
have
time
to
clear
the
bodies
out
of
this
’
thopter
and
escape
.
“
Run
,
Paul
!
”
Jessica
shouted
.
“
It
’
s
Harkonnens
!
”
*
*
*
Arrakis
teaches
the
attitude
of
the
knife
—
chopping
off
what
’
s
incomplete
and
saying
:
“
Now
,
it
’
s
complete
because
it
’
s
ended
here
.
”
—
from
“
Collected
Sayings
of
Muad
’
Dib
”
by
the
Princess
Irulan
A
MAN
in
Harkonnen
uniform
skidded
to
a
stop
at
the
end
of
the
hall
,
stared
in
at
Yueh
,
taking
in
at
a
single
glance
Mapes
’
body
,
the
sprawled
form
of
the
Duke
,
Yueh
standing
there
.
The
man
held
a
lasgun
in
his
right
hand
.
There
was
a
casual
air
of
brutality
about
him
,
a
sense
of
toughness
and
poise
that
sent
a
shiver
through
Yueh
.
Sardaukar
,
Yueh
thought
.
A
Bashar
by
the
look
of
him
.
Probably
one
of
the
Emperor
’
s
own
sent
here
to
keep
an
eye
on
things
.
No
matter
what
the
uniform
,
there
’
s
no
disguising
them
.
