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man
sitting
in
shade
on
the
desert
needs
five
liters
of
water
a
day
to
maintain
body
weight
.
She
felt
the
slick
-
soft
skin
of
the
stillsuit
against
her
body
,
thinking
how
their
lives
depended
on
these
garments
.
“
If
we
leave
here
,
Idaho
can
’
t
find
us
,
”
she
said
.
“
There
are
ways
to
make
any
man
talk
,
”
he
said
.
“
If
Idaho
hasn
’
t
returned
by
dawn
,
we
must
consider
the
possibility
he
has
been
captured
.
How
long
do
you
think
he
could
hold
out
?
”
The
question
required
no
answer
,
and
she
sat
in
silence
.
Paul
lifted
the
seal
on
the
pack
,
pulled
out
a
tiny
micromanual
with
glowtab
and
magnifier
.
Green
and
orange
letters
leaped
up
at
him
from
the
pages
:
“
literjons
,
stilltent
,
energy
caps
,
recaths
,
sandsnork
,
binoculars
,
stillsuit
repkit
,
baradye
pistol
,
sinkchart
,
filt
-
plugs
,
paracompass
,
maker
hooks
,
thumpers
,
Fremkit
,
fire
pillar
.
.
.
.
”
So
many
things
for
survival
on
the
desert
.
Presently
,
he
put
the
manual
aside
on
the
tent
floor
.
“
Where
can
we
possibly
go
?
”
Jessica
asked
.
“
My
father
spoke
of
desert
power
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
The
Harkonnens
cannot
rule
this
planet
without
it
.
They
’
ve
never
ruled
this
planet
,
nor
shall
they
.
Not
even
with
ten
thousand
legions
of
Sardaukar
.
”
