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“
That
was
fortunate
.
I
don
’
t
believe
we
had
to
damage
the
craft
in
taking
it
.
”
Behind
Hawat
,
one
of
his
men
whispered
:
“
Those
were
Sardaukar
!
”
“
Did
you
notice
how
well
they
fought
?
”
the
Fremen
asked
.
Hawat
took
a
deep
breath
.
He
smelled
the
burned
dust
around
him
,
felt
the
heat
,
the
dryness
.
In
a
voice
to
match
that
dryness
,
he
said
:
“
Yes
,
they
fought
well
,
indeed
.
”
The
captured
’
thopter
took
off
with
a
lurching
flap
of
wings
,
angled
upward
to
the
south
in
a
steep
,
wing
-
tucked
climb
.
So
these
Fremen
can
handle
’
thopters
,
too
,
Hawat
thought
.
On
the
distant
dune
,
a
Fremen
waved
a
square
of
green
cloth
:
once
.
.
.
twice
.
“
More
come
!
”
the
Fremen
beside
Hawat
barked
.
“
Be
ready
.
I
’
d
hoped
to
have
us
away
without
more
inconvenience
.
”
Inconvenience
!
Hawat
thought
.
