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“
You
.
.
.
took
one
?
”
Hawat
asked
.
“
It
was
a
good
fight
,
”
the
Fremen
said
.
“
We
lost
only
two
men
and
spilled
the
water
from
more
than
a
hundred
of
theirs
.
”
There
were
Sardaukar
at
every
gun
,
Hawat
thought
.
This
desert
madman
speaks
casually
of
losing
only
two
men
against
Sardaukar
!
“
We
would
not
have
lost
the
two
except
for
those
others
fighting
beside
the
Harkonnens
,
”
the
Fremen
said
.
“
Some
of
those
are
good
fighters
.
”
One
of
Hawat
’
s
men
limped
forward
,
looked
down
at
the
squatting
Fremen
.
“
Are
you
talking
about
Sardaukar
?
”
“
He
’
s
talking
about
Sardaukar
,
”
Hawat
said
.
“
Sardaukar
!
”
the
Fremen
said
,
and
there
appeared
to
be
glee
in
his
voice
.
“
Ah
-
h
-
h
,
so
that
’
s
what
they
are
!
This
was
a
good
night
indeed
.
Sardaukar
.
Which
legion
?
Do
you
know
?
”
