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“
I
expected
it
.
They
want
the
Guild
to
blame
us
for
destruction
of
their
bank
.
With
the
Guild
against
us
,
we
’
re
trapped
on
Arrakis
.
Try
the
other
bands
.
”
She
weighed
his
words
:
I
expected
it
.
What
had
happened
to
him
?
Slowly
,
Jessica
returned
to
the
instrument
.
As
she
moved
the
bandslide
,
they
caught
glimpses
of
violence
in
the
few
voices
calling
out
in
Atreides
battle
language
:
“
.
.
.
fall
back
.
.
.
.
”
“
.
.
.
try
to
regroup
at
.
.
.
.
”
“
.
.
.
trapped
in
a
cave
at
.
.
.
.
”
And
there
was
no
mistaking
the
victorious
exultation
in
the
Harkonnen
gibberish
that
poured
from
the
other
bands
.
Sharp
commands
,
battle
reports
.
There
wasn
’
t
enough
of
it
for
Jessica
to
register
and
break
the
language
,
but
the
tone
was
obvious
.
Harkonnen
victory
.
Paul
shook
the
pack
beside
him
,
hearing
the
two
literjons
of
water
gurgle
there
.
He
took
a
deep
breath
,
looked
up
through
the
transparent
end
of
the
tent
at
the
rock
escarpment
outlined
against
the
stars
.
His
left
hand
felt
the
sphincter
-
seal
of
the
tent
’
s
entrance
.
“
It
’
ll
be
dawn
soon
,
”
he
said
.
“
We
can
wait
through
the
day
for
Idaho
,
but
not
through
another
night
.
In
the
desert
,
you
must
travel
by
night
and
rest
in
shade
through
the
day
.
”
Remembered
lore
insinuated
itself
into
Jessica
’
s
mind
:
Without
a
stillsuit
,
a
