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”
“
In
your
mood
,
I
’
m
not
sure
we
want
you
to
stay
.
”
Halleck
stared
at
the
smuggler
.
“
You
doubt
my
word
?
”
“
No
-
o
-
o
.
.
.
.
”
“
You
’
ve
saved
me
from
the
Harkonnens
.
I
gave
loyalty
to
the
Duke
Leto
for
no
greater
reason
.
I
’
ll
stay
on
Arrakis
—
with
you
.
.
.
or
with
the
Fremen
.
”
“
Whether
a
thought
is
spoken
or
not
it
is
a
real
thing
and
it
has
power
,
”
Tuek
said
.
“
You
might
find
the
line
between
life
and
death
among
the
Fremen
to
be
too
sharp
and
quick
.
”
Halleck
closed
his
eyes
briefly
,
feeling
the
weariness
surge
up
in
him
.
“
Where
is
the
Lord
who
led
us
through
the
land
of
deserts
and
of
pits
?
”
he
murmured
.
“
Move
slowly
and
the
day
of
your
revenge
will
come
,
”
Tuek
said
.
“
Speed
is
a
device
of
Shaitan
.
Cool
your
sorrow
—
we
’
ve
the
diversions
for
it
;
three
things
there
are
that
ease
the
heart
—
water
,
green
grass
,
and
the
beauty
of
woman
.
”
Halleck
opened
his
eyes
.
“
I
would
prefer
the
blood
of
Rabban
Harkonnen
flowing
about
my
feet
.
”
He
stared
at
Tuek
.
“
You
think
that
day
will
come
?
”
