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Jessica
focused
on
his
action
,
but
her
mind
felt
blank
with
fatigue
and
the
aftermath
of
terror
.
“
Has
it
gone
for
sure
?
”
she
whispered
.
“
Somebody
called
it
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
Fremen
.
”
She
felt
herself
recovering
.
“
It
was
so
big
!
”
“
Not
as
as
big
as
the
one
that
got
our
’
thopter
.
”
“
Are
you
sure
it
was
Fremen
?
”
“
They
used
a
thumper
.
”
“
Why
would
they
help
us
?
”
“
Maybe
they
weren
’
t
helping
us
.
Maybe
they
were
just
calling
a
worm
.
”
“
Why
?
”
An
answer
lay
poised
at
the
edge
of
his
awareness
,
but
refused
to
come
.
He
had
a
vision
in
his
mind
of
something
to
do
with
the
telescoping
barbed
sticks
in
their
packs
—
the
“
maker
hooks
.
”
