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The
hawk
took
one
hop
that
brought
it
within
slashing
distance
of
his
hand
.
It
tipped
its
head
to
examine
the
supine
flesh
.
Abruptly
,
it
straightened
,
stretched
its
head
upward
and
with
a
single
screech
,
leaped
into
the
air
and
banked
away
overhead
with
its
companions
behind
it
.
They
’
ve
come
!
Kynes
thought
.
My
Fremen
havefoundme
!
Then
he
heard
the
sand
rumbling
.
Every
Fremen
knew
the
sound
,
could
distinguish
it
immediately
from
the
noises
of
worms
or
other
desert
life
.
Somewhere
beneath
him
,
the
pre
-
spice
mass
had
accumulated
enough
water
and
organic
matter
from
the
little
makers
,
had
reached
the
critical
stage
of
wild
growth
.
A
gigantic
bubble
of
carbon
dioxide
was
forming
deep
in
the
sand
,
heaving
upward
in
an
enormous
“
blow
”
with
a
dust
whirlpool
at
its
center
.
It
would
exchange
what
had
been
formed
deep
in
the
sand
for
whatever
lay
on
the
surface
.
The
hawks
circled
overhead
screeching
their
frustration
.
They
knew
what
was
happening
.
Any
desert
creature
would
know
.
And
I
am
a
desert
creature
,
Kynes
thought
.
You
see
me
,
Father
?
I
am
a
desert
creature
.
He
felt
the
bubble
lift
him
,
felt
it
break
and
the
dust
whirlpool
engulf
him
,
dragging
him
down
into
cool
darkness
.
For
a
moment
,
the
sensation
of
coolness
and
the
moisture
were
blessed
relief
.
Then
,
as
his
planet
killed
him
,
it
occurred
to
Kynes
that
his
father
and
all
the
other
scientists
were
wrong
,
that
the
most
persistent
principles
of
the
universe
were
accident
and
error
.
Even
the
hawks
could
appreciate
these
facts
.
