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“
Peace
,
friend
,
”
the
Fremen
cautioned
.
“
What
do
your
wounded
say
?
Are
there
those
among
them
who
can
see
the
water
need
of
your
tribe
?
”
“
We
haven
’
t
talked
about
water
,
”
Hawat
said
.
“
We
—
”
“
I
can
understand
your
reluctance
,
”
the
Fremen
said
.
“
They
are
your
friends
,
your
tribesmen
.
Do
you
have
water
?
”
“
Not
enough
.
”
The
Fremen
gestured
to
Hawat
’
s
tunic
,
the
skin
exposed
beneath
it
.
“
You
were
caught
in
-
sietch
,
without
your
suits
.
You
must
make
a
water
decision
,
friend
.
”
“
Can
we
hire
your
help
?
”
The
Fremen
shrugged
.
“
You
have
no
water
.
”
He
glanced
at
the
group
behind
Hawat
.
“
How
many
of
your
wounded
would
you
spend
?
”
Hawat
fell
silent
,
staring
at
the
man
.
He
could
see
as
a
Mentat
that
their
communication
was
out
of
phase
.
Word
-
sounds
were
not
being
linked
up
here
in
the
normal
manner
.
“
I
am
Thufir
Hawat
,
”
he
said
.
“
I
can
speak
for
my
Duke
.
I
will
make
promissory
commitment
now
for
your
help
.
I
wish
a
limited
form
of
help
,
preserving
my
force
long
enough
only
to
kill
a
traitor
who
thinks
herself
beyond
vengeance
.
”
