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Paul
turned
their
craft
away
from
the
dust
in
swooping
rhythm
while
he
scanned
the
night
sky
.
“
We
’
ve
given
them
the
slip
,
”
he
said
.
Jessica
felt
her
heart
pounding
.
She
forced
herself
to
calmness
,
looked
at
the
diminishing
storm
.
Her
time
sense
said
they
had
ridden
within
that
compounding
of
elemental
forces
almost
four
hours
,
but
part
of
her
mind
computed
the
passage
as
a
lifetime
.
She
felt
reborn
.
It
was
like
the
litany
,
she
thought
.
We
faced
it
and
did
not
resist
.
The
storm
passed
through
us
and
around
us
.
It
’
s
gone
,
but
we
remain
.
“
I
don
’
t
like
the
sound
of
our
wing
motion
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
We
suffered
some
damage
in
there
.
”
He
felt
the
grating
,
injured
flight
through
his
hands
on
the
controls
.
They
were
out
of
the
storm
,
but
still
not
out
into
the
full
view
of
his
prescient
vision
.
Yet
,
they
had
escaped
,
and
Paul
sensed
himself
trembling
on
the
verge
of
a
revelation
.
He
shivered
.
The
sensation
was
magnetic
and
terrifying
,
and
he
found
himself
caught
on
the
question
of
what
caused
this
trembling
awareness
.
Part
of
it
,
he
felt
,
was
the
spice
-
saturated
diet
of
Arrakis
.
But
he
thought
part
of
it
could
be
the
litany
,
as
though
the
words
had
a
power
of
their
own
.
