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“
Thufir
!
”
Paul
called
.
Hawat
turned
,
standing
in
the
open
doorway
.
“
Don
’
t
sit
with
your
back
to
any
doors
,
”
Paul
said
.
A
grin
spread
across
the
seamed
old
face
.
“
That
I
won
’
t
,
lad
.
Depend
on
it
.
”
And
he
was
gone
,
shutting
the
door
softly
behind
.
Paul
sat
down
where
Hawat
had
been
,
straightened
the
papers
.
One
more
day
here
,
he
thought
.
He
looked
around
the
room
.
We
’
re
leaving
.
The
idea
of
departure
was
suddenly
more
real
to
him
than
it
had
ever
been
before
.
He
recalled
another
thing
the
old
woman
had
said
about
a
world
being
the
sum
of
many
things
—
the
people
,
the
dirt
,
the
growing
things
,
the
moons
,
the
tides
,
the
suns
—
the
unknown
sum
called
nature
,
a
vague
summation
without
any
sense
of
the
now
.
And
he
wondered
:
What
is
the
now
?
The
door
across
from
Paul
banged
open
and
an
ugly
lump
of
a
man
lurched
through
it
preceded
by
a
handful
of
weapons
.
“
Well
,
Gurney
Halleck
,
”
Paul
called
,
“
are
you
the
new
weapons
master
?
”
