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“
That
’
s
why
y
’
asked
him
to
yield
,
”
Stilgar
said
.
“
I
see
.
Our
ways
are
different
,
but
you
’
ll
see
the
sense
in
them
.
I
thought
we
’
d
admitted
a
scorpion
into
our
midst
.
”
He
hesitated
,
then
:
“
And
I
shall
not
call
you
lad
the
more
.
”
A
voice
from
the
troop
called
out
:
“
Needs
a
naming
,
Stil
.
”
Stilgar
nodded
,
tugging
at
his
beard
.
“
I
see
strength
in
you
.
.
.
like
the
strength
beneath
a
pillar
.
”
Again
he
paused
,
then
:
“
You
shall
be
known
among
us
as
Usul
,
the
base
of
the
pillar
.
This
is
your
secret
name
,
your
troop
name
.
We
of
Sietch
Tabr
may
use
it
,
but
none
other
may
so
presume
.
.
.
Usul
.
”
Murmuring
went
through
the
troop
:
“
Good
choice
,
that
.
.
.
strong
.
.
.
bring
us
luck
.
”
And
Jessica
sensed
the
acceptance
,
knowing
she
was
included
in
it
with
her
champion
.
She
was
indeed
Sayyadina
.
“
Now
,
what
name
of
manhood
do
you
choose
for
us
to
call
you
openly
?
”
Stilgar
asked
.
Paul
glanced
at
his
mother
,
back
to
Stilgar
.
Bits
and
pieces
of
this
moment
registered
on
his
prescient
memory
,
but
he
felt
the
differences
as
though
they
were
physical
,
a
pressure
forcing
him
through
the
narrow
door
of
the
present
.
“
How
do
you
call
among
you
the
little
mouse
,
the
mouse
that
jumps
?
”
Paul
asked
,
remembering
the
pop
-
hop
of
motion
at
Tuono
Basin
.
He
illustrated
with
one
hand
.
A
chuckle
sounded
through
the
troop
.
