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They
were
staring
out
across
the
sand
,
the
realization
in
their
expressions
:
there
was
no
returning
to
Caladan
for
them
,
and
now
Arrakis
was
lost
.
Hawat
turned
back
to
the
Fremen
.
“
Have
you
heard
of
Duncan
Idaho
?
”
“
He
was
in
the
great
house
when
the
shield
went
down
,
”
the
Fremen
said
.
“
This
I
’
ve
heard
.
.
.
no
more
.
”
She
dropped
the
shield
and
let
in
the
Harkonnens
,
he
thought
.
I
was
the
one
who
sat
with
my
back
to
a
door
.
How
could
she
do
this
when
it
meant
turning
also
against
her
own
son
?
But
.
.
.
who
knows
how
a
Bene
Gesserit
witch
thinks
.
.
.
if
you
can
call
it
thinking
?
Hawat
tried
to
swallow
in
a
dry
throat
.
“
When
will
you
hear
about
the
boy
?
”
“
We
know
little
of
what
happens
in
Arrakeen
,
”
the
Fremen
said
.
He
shrugged
.
“
Who
knows
?
”
“
You
have
ways
of
finding
out
?
”
“
Perhaps
.
”
The
Fremen
rubbed
at
the
scar
beside
his
nose
.
“
Tell
me
,
Thufir
Hawat
,
do
you
have
knowledge
of
the
big
weapons
the
Harkonnens
used
?
”
The
artillery
,
Hawat
thought
bitterly
.
Who
could
have
guessed
they
’
d
use
artillery
in
this
day
of
shields
?
