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He
felt
himself
touched
briefly
by
his
powers
of
prescience
,
seeing
himself
infected
by
the
wild
race
consciousness
that
was
moving
the
human
universe
toward
chaos
.
The
vision
left
him
shaken
,
and
he
allowed
Idaho
to
guide
him
along
the
edge
of
the
basin
to
a
rock
projection
.
Fremen
there
were
opening
a
way
down
into
the
sand
with
their
compaction
tools
.
“
May
I
take
your
pack
,
Sire
?
”
Idaho
asked
.
“
It
’
s
not
heavy
,
Duncan
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
You
have
no
body
shield
,
”
Idaho
said
.
“
Do
you
wish
mine
?
”
He
glanced
at
the
distant
cliff
.
“
Not
likely
there
’
ll
be
any
more
lasgun
activity
about
.
”
“
Keep
your
shield
,
Duncan
.
Your
right
arm
is
shield
enough
for
me
.
”
Jessica
saw
the
way
the
praise
took
effect
,
how
Idaho
moved
closer
to
Paul
,
and
she
thought
:
Such
a
sure
hand
my
son
has
with
his
people
.
The
Fremen
removed
a
rock
plug
that
opened
a
passage
down
into
the
native
basement
complex
of
the
desert
.
A
camouflage
cover
was
rigged
for
the
opening
.
“
This
way
,
”
one
of
the
Fremen
said
,
and
he
led
them
down
rock
steps
into
darkness
.
Behind
them
,
the
cover
blotted
out
the
moonlight
.
A
dim
green
glow
came
alive
ahead
,
revealing
the
steps
and
rock
walls
,
a
turn
to
the
left
.
Robed
Fremen
were
all
around
them
now
,
pressing
downward
.
They
rounded
the
corner
,
found
another
down
-
slanting
passage
.
It
opened
into
a
rough
cave
chamber
.
Kynes
stood
before
them
,
jubba
hood
thrown
back
.
The
neck
of
his
still
-
suit
glistening
in
the
green
light
.
His
long
hair
and
beard
were
mussed
.
The
blue
eyes
without
whites
were
a
darkness
under
heavy
brows
.
