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This
Fremen
religious
adaptation
,
then
,
is
the
source
of
what
we
now
recognize
as
“
The
Pillars
of
the
Universe
,
”
whose
Qizara
Tafwid
are
among
us
all
with
signs
and
proofs
and
prophecy
.
They
bring
us
the
Arrakeen
mystical
fusion
whose
profound
beauty
is
typified
by
the
stirring
music
built
on
the
old
forms
,
but
stamped
with
the
new
awakening
.
Who
has
not
heard
and
been
deeply
moved
by
“
The
Old
Man
’
s
Hymn
”
?
I
drove
my
feet
through
a
desert
Whose
mirage
fluttered
like
a
host
.
Voracious
for
glory
,
greedy
for
danger
,
I
roamed
the
horizons
of
al
-
Kulab
.
Watching
time
level
mountains
In
its
search
and
its
hunger
for
me
.
And
I
saw
the
sparrows
swiftly
approach
,
Bolder
than
the
onrushing
wolf
.
They
spread
in
the
tree
of
my
youth
.
I
heard
the
flock
in
my
branches
And
was
caught
on
their
beaks
and
claws
!
—
from
“
Arrakis
Awakening
”
by
the
Princess
Irulan
THE
MAN
crawled
across
a
dunetop
.
He
was
a
mote
caught
in
the
glare
of
the
noon
sun
.
He
was
dressed
only
in
torn
remnants
of
a
jubba
cloak
,
his
skin
bare
to
the
heat
through
the
tatters
.
The
hood
had
been
ripped
from
the
cloak
,
but
the
man
had
fashioned
a
turban
from
a
torn
strip
of
cloth
.
Wisps
of
sandy
hair
protruded
from
it
,
matched
by
a
sparse
beard
and
thick
brows
.
Beneath
the
blue
-
within
-
blue
eyes
,
remains
of
a
dark
stain
spread
down
to
his
cheeks
.
A
matted
depression
across
mustache
and
beard
showed
where
a
stillsuit
tube
had
marked
out
its
path
from
nose
to
catchpockets
.
The
man
stopped
half
across
the
dunecrest
,
arms
stretched
down
the
slipface
.
Blood
had
clotted
on
his
back
and
on
his
arms
and
legs
.
Patches
of
yellow
-
gray
sand
clung
to
the
wounds
.
Slowly
,
he
brought
his
hands
under
him
,
pushed
himself
to
his
feet
,
stood
there
swaying
.
And
even
in
this
almost
-
random
action
there
remained
a
trace
of
once
-
precise
movement
.
“
I
am
Liet
-
Kynes
,
”
he
said
,
addressing
himself
to
the
empty
horizon
,
and
his
voice
was
a
hoarse
caricature
of
the
strength
it
had
known
.
“
I
am
His
Imperial
Majesty
’
s
Planetologist
,
”
he
whispered
,
“
planetary
ecologist
for
Arrakis
.
I
am
steward
of
this
land
.
”
He
stumbled
,
fell
sideways
along
the
crusty
surface
of
the
windward
face
.
