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“
When
we
slip
into
the
villages
and
towns
we
must
mask
our
origin
,
blend
with
the
pan
and
graben
folk
,
”
Stilgar
said
.
“
We
carry
no
weapons
,
for
the
crysknife
is
sacred
.
But
you
,
woman
,
you
have
the
weirding
ability
of
battle
.
We
’
d
only
heard
of
it
and
many
doubted
,
but
one
cannot
doubt
what
he
sees
with
his
own
eyes
.
You
mastered
an
armed
Fremen
.
This
is
a
weapon
no
search
could
expose
.
”
There
was
a
stirring
in
the
basin
as
Stilgar
’
s
words
sank
home
.
“
And
if
I
agree
to
teach
you
the
.
.
.
weirding
way
?
”
“
My
countenance
for
you
as
well
as
your
son
.
”
“
How
can
we
be
sure
of
the
truth
in
your
promise
?
”
Stilgar
’
s
voice
lost
some
of
its
subtle
undertone
of
reasoning
,
took
on
an
edge
of
bitterness
.
“
Out
here
,
woman
,
we
carry
no
paper
for
contracts
.
We
make
no
evening
promises
to
be
broken
at
dawn
.
When
a
man
says
a
thing
,
that
’
s
the
contract
.
As
leader
of
my
people
,
I
’
ve
put
them
in
bond
to
my
word
.
Teach
us
this
weirding
way
and
you
have
sanctuary
with
us
as
long
as
you
wish
.
Your
water
shall
mingle
with
our
water
.
”
“
Can
you
speak
for
all
Fremen
?
”
Jessica
asked
.
“
In
time
,
that
may
be
.
But
only
my
brother
,
Liet
,
speaks
for
all
Fremen
.
