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“
We
live
on
sufferance
down
here
,
Gurney
Halleck
,
”
Tuek
said
.
“
Arrakis
is
our
enemy
.
”
“
One
enemy
at
a
time
,
is
that
it
?
”
“
That
’
s
it
.
”
“
Is
that
the
way
the
Fremen
make
out
?
”
“
Perhaps
.
”
“
You
said
I
might
find
life
with
the
Fremen
too
tough
.
They
live
in
the
desert
,
in
the
open
,
is
that
why
?
”
“
Who
knows
where
the
Fremen
live
?
For
us
,
the
Central
Plateau
is
a
no
-
man
’
s
land
.
But
I
wish
to
talk
more
about
—
”
“
I
’
m
told
that
the
Guild
seldom
routes
spice
lighters
in
over
the
desert
,
”
Halleck
said
.
“
But
there
are
rumors
that
you
can
see
bits
of
greenery
here
and
there
if
you
know
where
to
look
.
”
“
Rumors
!
”
Tuek
sneered
.
“
Do
you
wish
to
choose
now
between
me
and
the
Fremen
?
We
have
a
measure
of
security
,
our
own
sietch
carved
out
of
the
rock
,
our
own
hidden
basins
.
We
live
the
lives
of
civilized
men
.
The
Fremen
are
a
few
ragged
bands
that
we
use
as
spice
-
hunters
.
”
