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“
We
call
that
one
muad
’
dib
,
”
Stilgar
said
.
Jessica
gasped
.
It
was
the
name
Paul
had
told
her
,
saying
that
the
Fremen
would
accept
them
and
call
him
thus
.
She
felt
a
sudden
fear
of
her
son
and
for
him
.
Paul
swallowed
.
He
felt
that
he
played
a
part
already
played
over
countless
times
in
his
mind
.
.
.
yet
.
.
.
there
were
differences
.
He
could
see
himself
perched
on
a
dizzying
summit
,
having
experienced
much
and
possessed
of
a
profound
store
of
knowledge
,
but
all
around
him
was
abyss
.
And
again
he
remembered
the
vision
of
fanatic
legions
following
the
green
and
black
banner
of
the
Atreides
,
pillaging
and
burning
across
the
universe
in
the
name
of
their
prophet
Muad
’
Dib
.
That
must
not
happen
,
he
told
himself
.
“
Is
that
the
name
you
wish
,
Muad
’
Dib
?
”
Stilgar
asked
.
“
I
am
an
Atreides
,
”
Paul
whispered
,
and
then
louder
:
“
It
’
s
not
right
that
I
give
up
entirely
the
name
my
father
gave
me
.
Could
I
be
known
among
you
as
Paul
-
Muad
’
Dib
?
”
“
You
are
Paul
-
Muad
’
Dib
,
”
Stilgar
said
.
And
Paul
thought
:
That
was
in
no
vision
of
mine
.
I
did
a
different
thing
.
