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“
This
is
pretty
far
south
into
the
desert
,
”
he
said
.
He
lowered
his
binoculars
,
rubbed
beneath
his
filter
baffle
,
feeling
how
dry
and
chapped
his
lips
were
,
sensing
the
dusty
taste
of
thirst
in
his
mouth
.
“
This
has
the
feeling
of
a
Fremen
place
,
”
he
said
.
“
Are
we
certain
the
Fremen
will
be
friendly
?
”
she
asked
.
“
Kynes
promised
their
help
.
”
But
there
’
s
desperation
in
the
people
of
this
desert
,
she
thought
.
I
felt
some
of
it
myself
today
.
Desperate
people
might
kill
us
for
our
water
.
She
closed
her
eyes
and
,
against
this
wasteland
,
conjured
in
her
mind
a
scene
from
Caladan
.
There
had
been
a
vacation
trip
once
on
Caladan
—
she
and
the
Duke
Leto
,
before
Paul
’
s
birth
.
They
’
d
flown
over
the
southern
jungles
,
above
the
weed
-
wild
shouting
leaves
and
rice
paddies
of
the
deltas
.
And
they
had
seen
the
ant
lines
in
the
greenery
—
man
-
gangs
carrying
their
loads
on
suspensor
-
buoyed
shoulder
poles
.
And
in
the
sea
reaches
there
’
d
been
the
white
petals
of
trimaran
dhows
.
All
of
it
gone
.
Jessica
opened
her
eyes
to
the
desert
stillness
,
to
the
mounting
warmth
of
the
day
.
Restless
heat
devils
were
beginning
to
set
the
air
aquiver
out
on
the
open
sand
.
The
other
rock
face
across
from
them
was
like
a
thing
seen
through
cheap
glass
.
A
spill
of
sand
spread
its
brief
curtain
across
the
open
end
of
the
fissure
.
The
sand
hissed
down
,
loosed
by
puffs
of
morning
breeze
,
by
the
hawks
that
were
beginning
to
lift
away
from
the
clifftop
.
When
the
sand
-
fall
was
gone
,
she
still
heard
it
hissing
.
It
grew
louder
,
a
sound
that
once
heard
,
was
never
forgotten
.
“
Worm
,
”
Paul
whispered
.
It
came
from
their
right
with
an
uncaring
majesty
that
could
not
be
ignored
.
