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“
You
know
this
from
what
you
smell
?
”
It
was
another
man
’
s
voice
.
And
Paul
realized
she
was
speaking
for
his
benefit
that
she
wanted
him
to
make
a
quick
acceptance
of
this
assault
on
his
nostrils
.
There
came
a
buzz
of
activity
at
the
head
of
the
troop
and
a
prolonged
indrawn
breath
that
seemed
to
pass
through
the
Fremen
,
and
Paul
heard
hushed
voices
back
down
the
line
:
“
It
’
s
true
then
—
Liet
is
dead
.
”
Liet
,
Paul
thought
.
Then
:
Chani
,
daughter
of
Liet
.
The
pieces
fell
together
in
his
mind
.
Liet
was
the
Fremen
name
of
the
planetologist
.
Paul
looked
at
Farok
,
asked
:
“
Is
it
the
Liet
known
as
Kynes
?
”
“
There
is
only
one
Liet
,
”
Farok
said
.
Paul
turned
,
stared
at
the
robed
back
of
a
Fremen
in
front
of
him
.
Then
Liet
-
Kynes
is
dead
,
he
thought
.
“
It
was
Harkonnen
treachery
,
”
someone
hissed
.
“
They
made
it
seem
an
accident
.
.
.
lost
in
the
desert
.
.
.
a
’
thopter
crash
.
.
.
.
”
Paul
felt
a
burst
of
anger
.
The
man
who
had
befriended
them
,
helped
save
them
from
the
Harkonnen
hunters
,
the
man
who
had
sent
his
Fremen
cohorts
searching
for
two
strays
in
the
desert
.
.
.
another
victim
of
the
Harkonnens
.
“
Does
Usul
hunger
yet
for
revenge
?
”
Farok
asked
.
