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The
green
and
black
Atreides
banner
would
become
a
symbol
of
terror
.
Wild
legions
would
charge
into
battle
screaming
their
war
cry
:
“
Muad
’
Dib
!
”
It
must
not
be
,
he
thought
.
I
cannot
let
it
happen
.
But
he
could
feel
the
demanding
race
consciousness
within
him
,
his
own
terrible
purpose
,
and
he
knew
that
no
small
thing
could
deflect
the
juggernaut
.
It
was
gathering
weight
and
momentum
.
If
he
died
this
instant
,
the
thing
would
go
on
through
his
mother
and
his
unborn
sister
.
Nothing
less
than
the
deaths
of
all
the
troop
gathered
here
and
now
—
himself
and
his
mother
included
—
could
stop
the
thing
.
Paul
stared
around
him
,
saw
the
troop
spread
out
in
a
line
.
They
pressed
him
forward
against
a
low
barrier
carved
from
native
rock
.
Beyond
the
barrier
in
the
glow
of
Stilgar
’
s
globe
,
Paul
saw
an
unruffled
dark
surface
of
water
.
It
stretched
away
into
shadows
—
deep
and
black
—
the
far
wall
only
faintly
visible
,
perhaps
a
hundred
meters
away
.
Jessica
felt
the
dry
pulling
of
skin
on
her
cheeks
and
forehead
relaxing
in
the
presence
of
moisture
.
The
water
pool
was
deep
;
she
could
sense
its
deepness
,
and
resisted
a
desire
to
dip
her
hands
into
it
.
A
splashing
sounded
on
her
left
.
She
looked
down
the
shadowy
line
of
Fremen
,
saw
Stilgar
with
Paul
standing
beside
him
and
the
watermasters
emptying
their
load
into
the
pool
through
a
flowmeter
.
The
meter
was
a
round
gray
eye
above
the
pool
’
s
rim
.
She
saw
its
glowing
pointer
move
as
the
water
flowed
through
it
,
saw
the
pointer
stop
at
thirty
-
three
liters
,
seven
and
three
-
thirty
-
seconds
drachms
.
Superb
accuracy
in
water
measurement
,
Jessica
thought
.
And
she
noted
that
the
walls
of
the
meter
trough
held
no
trace
of
moisture
after
the
water
’
s
passage
.
