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Presently
Paul
stood
again
before
Stilgar
,
who
said
:
“
Now
,
you
are
of
the
Ichwan
Bedwine
,
our
brother
.
”
His
face
hardened
,
and
he
spoke
with
command
in
his
voice
.
“
And
now
,
Paul
-
Muad
‘
Dib
,
tighten
up
that
stillsuit
.
”
He
glanced
at
Chani
.
“
Chani
!
Paul
-
Muad
’
Dib
’
s
nose
plugs
are
as
poor
a
fit
I
’
ve
ever
seen
!
I
thought
I
ordered
you
to
see
after
him
!
”
“
I
hadn
’
t
the
makings
,
Stil
,
”
she
said
.
“
There
’
s
Jamis
’
,
of
course
,
but
—
”
“
Enough
of
that
!
”
“
Then
I
’
ll
share
one
of
mine
,
”
she
said
.
“
I
can
make
do
with
one
until
—
”
“
You
will
not
,
”
Stilgar
said
.
“
I
know
there
are
spares
among
us
.
Where
are
the
spares
?
Are
we
a
troop
together
or
a
band
of
savages
?
”
Hands
reached
out
from
the
troop
offering
hard
,
fibrous
objects
.
Stilgar
selected
four
,
handed
them
to
Chani
.
“
Fit
these
to
Usul
and
the
Sayyadina
.
”
A
voice
lifted
from
the
back
of
the
troop
:
“
What
of
the
water
,
Stil
?
What
of
the
literjons
in
their
pack
?
”
“
I
know
your
need
,
Farok
,
”
Stilgar
said
.
He
glanced
at
Jessica
.
She
nodded
.
“
Broach
one
for
those
that
need
it
,
”
Stilgar
said
.
“
Watermaster
.
.
.
where
is
a
watermaster
?
Ah
,
Shimoom
,
care
for
the
measuring
of
what
is
needed
.
The
necessity
and
no
more
.
This
water
is
the
dower
property
of
the
Sayyadina
and
will
be
repaid
in
the
sietch
at
field
rates
less
pack
fees
.
”
