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But
he
felt
that
the
abyss
remained
all
around
him
.
Again
a
murmuring
response
went
through
the
troop
as
man
turned
to
man
:
“
Wisdom
with
strength
.
.
.
Couldn
’
t
ask
more
.
.
.
It
’
s
the
legend
for
sure
.
.
.
Lisan
al
-
Gaib
.
.
.
Lisan
al
-
Gaib
.
.
.
.
”
“
I
will
tell
you
a
thing
about
your
new
name
,
”
Stilgar
said
.
“
The
choice
pleases
us
.
Muad
‘
Dib
is
wise
in
the
ways
of
the
desert
.
Muad
’
Dib
creates
his
own
water
.
Muad
‘
Dib
hides
from
the
sun
and
travels
in
the
cool
night
.
Muad
’
Dib
is
fruitful
and
multiplies
over
the
land
.
Muad
‘
Dib
we
call
’
instructor
-
of
-
boys
.
’
That
is
a
powerful
base
on
which
to
build
your
life
,
Paul
-
Muad
’
Dib
,
who
is
Usul
among
us
.
We
welcome
you
.
”
Stilgar
touched
Paul
’
s
forehead
with
one
palm
,
withdrew
his
hand
,
embraced
Paul
and
murmured
,
“
Usul
.
”
As
Stilgar
released
him
,
another
member
of
the
troop
embraced
Paul
,
repeating
his
new
troop
name
.
And
Paul
was
passed
from
embrace
to
embrace
through
the
troop
,
hearing
the
voices
,
the
shadings
of
tone
:
“
Usul
.
.
.
Usul
.
.
.
Usul
.
”
Already
,
he
could
place
some
of
them
by
name
.
And
there
was
Chani
who
pressed
her
cheek
against
his
as
she
held
him
and
said
his
name
.
