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“
Secure
yourself
for
the
open
,
”
he
said
,
and
his
voice
was
blurred
behind
the
filter
.
Jessica
pulled
the
filter
across
her
mouth
,
began
adjusting
her
hood
as
she
watched
Paul
break
the
tent
seal
.
Sand
rasped
as
he
opened
the
sphincter
and
a
burred
fizzle
of
grains
ran
into
the
tent
before
he
could
immobilize
it
with
a
static
compaction
tool
.
A
hole
grew
in
the
sandwall
as
the
tool
realigned
the
grains
.
He
slipped
out
and
her
ears
followed
his
progress
to
the
surface
.
What
will
we
find
out
there
?
she
wondered
.
Harkonnen
troops
and
the
Sardaukar
,
those
are
dangers
we
can
expect
.
But
what
of
the
dangers
we
don
’
t
know
?
She
thought
of
the
compaction
tool
and
the
other
strange
instruments
in
the
pack
.
Each
of
these
tools
suddenly
stood
in
her
mind
as
a
sign
of
mysterious
dangers
.
She
felt
then
a
hot
breeze
from
surface
sand
touch
her
cheeks
where
they
were
exposed
above
the
filter
.
“
Pass
up
the
pack
.
”
It
was
Paul
’
s
voice
,
low
and
guarded
.
She
moved
to
obey
,
heard
the
water
literjons
gurgle
as
she
shoved
the
pack
across
the
floor
.
She
peered
upward
,
saw
Paul
framed
against
stars
.
“
Here
,
”
he
said
and
reached
down
,
pulled
the
pack
to
the
surface
.
Now
she
saw
only
the
circle
of
stars
.
They
were
like
the
luminous
tips
of
weapons
aimed
down
at
her
.
A
shower
of
meteors
crossed
her
patch
of
night
.
