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“
And
they
’
ll
help
us
get
to
Arrakeen
?
”
“
We
will
kill
Harkonnens
,
”
the
Fremen
said
.
He
grinned
.
“
And
Sardaukar
.
”
He
stepped
backward
,
cupped
his
hands
beside
his
ears
and
tipped
his
head
back
,
listening
.
Presently
,
he
lowered
his
hands
,
said
:
“
An
aircraft
comes
.
Conceal
yourselves
beneath
the
rock
and
remain
motionless
.
”
At
a
gesture
from
Hawat
,
his
men
obeyed
.
The
Fremen
took
Hawat
’
s
arm
,
pressed
him
back
with
the
others
.
“
We
will
fight
in
the
time
of
fighting
,
”
the
man
said
.
He
reached
beneath
his
robes
,
brought
out
a
small
cage
,
lifted
a
creature
from
it
.
Hawat
recognized
a
tiny
bat
.
The
bat
turned
its
head
and
Hawat
saw
its
blue
-
within
-
blue
eyes
.
The
Fremen
stroked
the
bat
,
soothing
it
,
crooning
to
it
.
He
bent
over
the
animal
’
s
head
,
allowed
a
drop
of
saliva
to
fall
from
his
tongue
into
the
bat
’
s
upturned
mouth
.
The
bat
stretched
its
wings
,
but
remained
on
the
Fremen
’
s
opened
hand
.
The
man
took
a
tiny
tube
,
held
it
beside
the
bat
’
s
head
and
chattered
into
the
tube
;
then
,
lifting
the
creature
high
,
he
threw
it
upward
.
The
bat
swooped
away
beside
the
cliff
and
was
lost
to
sight
.
The
Fremen
folded
the
cage
,
thrust
it
beneath
his
robe
.
Again
,
he
bent
his
head
,
listening
.
“
They
quarter
the
high
country
,
”
he
said
.
“
One
wonders
who
they
seek
up
there
.
”
“
It
’
s
known
that
we
retreated
in
this
direction
,
”
Hawat
said
.
