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“
We
both
fight
Harkonnens
,
”
Hawat
said
.
“
Should
we
not
share
the
problems
and
ways
of
meeting
the
battle
issue
?
”
“
We
are
sharing
,
”
the
Fremen
said
.
“
I
have
seen
you
fight
Harkonnens
.
You
are
good
.
There
’
ve
been
times
I
’
d
have
appreciated
your
arm
beside
me
.
”
“
Say
where
my
arm
may
help
you
,
”
Hawat
said
.
“
Who
knows
?
”
the
Fremen
asked
.
“
There
are
Harkonnen
forces
everywhere
.
But
you
still
have
not
made
the
water
decision
or
put
it
to
your
wounded
.
”
I
must
be
cautious
,
Hawat
told
himself
.
There
’
s
a
thing
here
that
’
s
not
understood
.
He
said
:
“
Will
you
show
me
your
way
,
the
Arrakeen
way
?
”
“
Stranger
-
thinking
,
”
the
Fremen
said
,
and
there
was
a
sneer
in
his
tone
.
He
pointed
to
the
northwest
across
the
clifftop
.
“
We
watched
you
come
across
the
sand
last
night
.
”
He
lowered
his
arm
.
“
You
keep
your
force
on
the
slip
-
face
of
the
dunes
.
Bad
.
You
have
no
stillsuits
,
no
water
.
You
will
not
last
long
.
”
“
The
ways
of
Arrakis
don
’
t
come
easily
,
”
Hawat
said
.
