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She
thought
at
first
it
must
be
a
patrol
vehicle
,
then
realized
it
was
a
mirage
—
another
landscape
hovering
over
the
desert
-
sand
and
a
distant
wavering
of
greenery
and
in
the
middle
distance
a
long
worm
traveling
the
surface
with
what
looked
like
Fremen
robes
fluttering
on
its
back
.
The
mirage
faded
.
“
It
would
be
better
to
ride
,
”
Stilgar
said
,
“
but
we
cannot
permit
a
maker
into
this
basin
.
Thus
,
we
must
walk
again
tonight
.
”
Maker
—
theirword
for
worm
,
she
thought
.
She
measured
the
import
of
his
words
,
the
statement
that
they
could
not
permit
a
worm
into
this
basin
.
She
knew
what
she
had
seen
in
the
mirage
—
Fremen
riding
on
the
back
of
a
giant
worm
.
It
took
heavy
control
not
to
betray
her
shock
at
the
implications
.
“
We
must
be
getting
back
to
the
others
,
”
Stilgar
said
.
“
Else
my
people
may
suspect
I
dally
with
you
.
Some
already
are
jealous
that
my
hands
tasted
your
loveliness
when
we
struggled
last
night
in
Tuono
Basin
.
”
“
That
will
be
enough
of
that
!
”
Jessica
snapped
.
“
No
offense
,
”
Stilgar
said
,
and
his
voice
was
mild
.
“
Women
among
us
are
not
taken
against
their
will
.
.
.
and
with
you
.
.
.
.
”
He
shrugged
.
“
.
.
.
even
that
convention
isn
’
t
required
.
”
“
You
will
keep
in
mind
that
I
was
a
duke
’
s
lady
,
”
she
said
,
but
her
voice
was
calmer
.
