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Their
destination
was
Sietch
Tabr
—
Stilgar
’
s
sietch
.
She
turned
the
word
over
in
her
mind
:
sietch
.
It
was
a
Chakobsa
word
,
unchanged
from
the
old
hunting
language
out
of
countless
centuries
.
Sietch
:
a
meeting
place
in
time
of
danger
.
The
profound
implications
of
the
word
and
the
language
were
just
beginning
to
register
with
her
after
the
tension
of
their
encounter
.
“
We
move
well
,
”
Stilgar
said
.
“
With
Shai
-
hulud
’
s
favor
,
we
’
ll
reach
Cave
of
the
Ridges
before
dawn
.
”
Jessica
nodded
,
conserving
her
strength
,
sensing
the
terrible
fatigue
she
held
at
bay
by
force
of
will
.
.
.
and
,
she
admitted
it
:
by
the
force
of
elation
.
Her
mind
focused
on
the
value
of
this
troop
,
seeing
what
was
revealed
here
about
the
Fremen
culture
.
All
of
them
,
she
thought
,
an
entire
culture
trained
to
military
order
.
What
a
priceless
thing
is
hereforan
outcast
Duke
!
*
*
*
The
Fremen
were
supreme
in
that
quality
the
ancients
called
“
spannungsbogen
”
—
which
is
the
self
-
imposed
delay
between
desire
for
a
thing
and
the
act
of
reaching
out
to
grasp
that
thing
.
—
from
“
The
Wisdom
of
Muad
’
Dib
”
by
the
Princess
Irulan
THEY
APPROACHED
Cave
of
the
Ridges
at
dawnbreak
,
moving
through
a
split
in
the
basin
wall
so
narrow
they
had
to
turn
sideways
to
negotiate
it
.
Jessica
saw
Stilgar
detach
guards
in
the
thin
dawnlight
,
saw
them
for
a
moment
as
they
began
their
scrambling
climb
up
the
cliff
.
