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He
knows
who
we
are
,
Paul
thought
.
There
’
s
concealment
in
his
voice
.
“
I
am
Stilgar
,
the
Fremen
,
”
the
tall
man
said
.
“
Does
that
speed
your
tongue
,
boy
?
”
It
is
the
same
voice
,
Paul
thought
.
And
he
remembered
the
Council
with
this
man
seeking
the
body
of
a
friend
slain
by
the
Harkonnens
.
“
I
know
you
,
Stilgar
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
I
was
with
my
father
in
Council
when
you
came
for
the
water
of
your
friend
.
You
took
away
with
you
my
father
’
s
man
,
Duncan
Idaho
—
an
exchange
of
friends
.
”
“
And
Idaho
abandoned
us
to
return
to
his
Duke
,
”
Stilgar
said
.
Jessica
heard
the
shading
of
disgust
in
his
voice
,
held
herself
prepared
for
attack
.
The
voice
from
the
rocks
above
them
called
:
“
We
waste
time
here
,
Stil
.
”
“
This
is
the
Duke
’
s
son
,
”
Stilgar
barked
.
“
He
’
s
certainly
the
one
Liet
told
us
to
seek
.
”
“
But
.
.
.
a
child
,
Stil
.
”
“
The
Duke
was
a
man
and
this
lad
used
a
thumper
,
”
Stilgar
said
.
“
That
was
a
brave
crossing
he
made
in
the
path
of
shai
-
hulud
.
”
