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Paul
pressed
the
handle
.
The
wall
swung
away
from
them
.
Light
flared
to
reveal
a
rock
-
hewn
cavern
with
an
ornithopter
squatting
in
its
center
.
A
flat
gray
wall
with
a
doorsign
on
it
loomed
beyond
the
aircraft
.
“
Where
did
Kynes
go
?
”
Jessica
asked
.
“
He
did
what
any
good
guerrilla
leader
would
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
He
separated
us
into
two
parties
and
arranged
that
he
couldn
’
t
reveal
where
we
are
if
he
’
s
captured
.
He
won
’
t
really
know
.
”
Paul
drew
her
into
the
room
,
noting
how
their
feet
kicked
up
dust
on
the
floor
.
“
No
one
’
s
been
here
for
a
long
time
,
”
he
said
.
“
He
seemed
confident
the
Fremen
could
find
us
,
”
she
said
.
“
I
share
that
confidence
.
”
Paul
released
her
hand
,
crossed
to
the
ornithopter
’
s
left
door
,
opened
it
,
and
secured
his
pack
in
the
rear
.
“
This
ship
’
s
proximity
masked
,
”
he
said
.
