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The
dripping
of
water
precipitated
from
the
windtrap
filled
the
room
with
its
presence
.
Jessica
saw
that
the
entire
troop
was
caught
up
in
a
rapture
of
listening
.
Only
Paul
seemed
to
stand
remote
from
it
.
To
Paul
,
the
sound
was
like
moments
ticking
away
.
He
could
feel
time
flowing
through
him
,
the
instants
never
to
be
recaptured
.
He
sensed
a
need
for
decision
,
but
felt
powerless
to
move
.
“
It
has
been
calculated
with
precision
,
”
Stilgar
whispered
.
“
We
know
to
within
a
million
decaliters
how
much
we
need
.
When
we
have
it
,
we
shall
change
the
face
of
Arrakis
.
”
A
hushed
whisper
of
response
lifted
from
the
troop
:
“
Bi
-
lal
kaifa
.
”
“
We
will
trap
the
dunes
beneath
grass
plantings
,
”
Stilgar
said
,
his
voice
growing
stronger
.
“
We
will
tie
the
water
into
the
soil
with
trees
and
undergrowth
.
”
“
Bi
-
lal
kaifa
,
”
intoned
the
troop
.
“
Each
year
the
polar
ice
retreats
,
”
Stilgar
said
.
“
Bi
-
lal
kaifa
,
”
they
chanted
.
