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“
It
’
s
sad
,
”
she
said
.
“
Would
that
we
could
’
ve
saved
both
the
Atreides
youth
and
this
one
.
From
what
I
heard
of
that
young
Paul
—
a
most
admirable
lad
,
good
union
of
breeding
and
training
.
”
He
shook
his
head
.
“
But
we
shouldn
’
t
waste
sorrow
over
the
aristocracy
of
misfortune
.
”
“
There
’
s
a
Bene
Gesserit
saying
,
”
she
said
.
“
You
have
sayings
for
everything
!
”
he
protested
.
“
You
’
ll
like
this
one
,
”
she
said
.
“
It
goes
:
‘
Do
not
count
a
human
dead
until
you
’
ve
seen
his
body
.
And
even
then
you
can
make
a
mistake
.
’
”
*
*
*
MuadDib
tells
us
in
“
A
Time
of
Reflection
”
that
his
first
collisions
with
Arrakeen
necessities
were
the
true
beginnings
of
his
education
.
He
learned
then
how
to
pole
the
sand
for
its
weather
,
learned
the
language
of
the
wind
‘
s
needles
stinging
his
skin
,
learned
how
the
nose
can
buzz
with
sand
-
itch
and
how
to
gather
his
body
’
s
precious
moisture
around
him
to
guard
it
and
preserve
it
.
As
his
eyes
assumed
the
blue
of
the
Ibad
,
he
teamed
the
Chakobsa
way
.
—
Stilgar
’
s
preface
to
“
Muad
’
Dib
,
the
Man
”
by
the
Princess
Irulan
STILGAR
’
S
TROOP
returning
to
the
sietch
with
its
two
strays
from
the
desert
climbed
out
of
the
basin
in
the
waning
light
of
the
first
moon
.
The
robed
figures
hurried
with
the
smell
of
home
in
their
nostrils
.
Dawn
’
s
gray
line
behind
them
was
brightest
at
the
notch
in
their
horizon
-
calendar
that
marked
the
middle
of
autumn
,
the
month
of
Caprock
.
Wind
-
raked
dead
leaves
strewed
the
cliffbase
where
the
sietch
children
had
been
gathering
them
,
but
the
sounds
of
the
troop
’
s
passage
(
except
for
occasional
blunderings
by
Paul
and
his
mother
)
could
not
be
distinguished
from
the
natural
sounds
of
the
night
.
