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Another
line
of
purple
!
And
another
upthrusting
orange
glare
!
It
was
like
an
ancient
naval
battle
,
remembered
shellfire
,
and
the
sight
held
them
staring
.
“
Pillars
of
fire
,
”
Paul
whispered
.
A
ring
of
red
eyes
lifted
over
the
distant
rock
.
Lines
of
purple
laced
the
sky
.
“
Jetflares
and
lasguns
,
”
Jessica
said
.
The
dust
-
reddened
first
moon
of
Arrakis
lifted
above
the
horizon
to
their
left
and
they
saw
a
storm
trail
there
—
a
ribbon
of
movement
over
the
desert
.
“
It
must
be
Harkonnen
’
thopters
hunting
us
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
The
way
they
’
re
cutting
up
the
desert
.
.
.
it
’
s
as
though
they
were
making
certain
they
stamped
out
whatever
’
s
there
.
.
.
the
way
you
’
d
stamp
out
a
nest
of
insects
.
”
“
Or
a
nest
of
Atreides
,
”
Jessica
said
.
“
We
must
seek
cover
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
We
’
ll
head
south
and
keep
to
the
rocks
.
If
they
caught
us
in
the
open
.
.
.
.
”
He
turned
,
adjusting
the
pack
to
his
shoulders
.
