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“
Nor
I
,
”
Jessica
breathed
.
Again
,
the
thing
turned
out
away
from
the
rocks
,
sped
now
with
a
curbing
track
toward
the
horizon
.
They
listened
until
the
sound
of
its
passage
was
lost
in
gentle
sand
stirrings
around
them
.
Paul
took
a
deep
breath
,
looked
up
at
the
moon
-
frosted
escarpment
,
and
quoted
from
the
Kitab
al
-
Ibar
:
“
Travel
by
night
and
rest
in
black
shade
through
the
day
.
”
He
looked
at
his
mother
.
“
We
still
have
a
few
hours
of
night
.
Can
you
go
on
?
”
“
In
a
moment
.
”
Paul
stepped
out
onto
the
rock
shingle
,
shouldered
the
pack
and
adjusted
its
straps
.
He
stood
a
moment
with
a
paracompass
in
his
hands
.
“
Whenever
you
’
re
ready
,
”
he
said
.
She
pushed
herself
away
from
the
rock
,
feeling
her
strength
return
.
“
Which
direction
?
”
“
Where
this
ridge
leads
.
”
He
pointed
.
“
Deep
into
the
desert
,
”
she
said
.
“
The
Fremen
desert
,
”
Paul
whispered
.
