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“
Be
silent
,
”
Stilgar
commanded
.
“
If
a
thing
has
merit
,
it
’
ll
be
.
Show
Usul
to
his
quarters
and
see
he
has
fresh
clothing
and
a
place
to
rest
.
”
“
Oh
-
h
-
h
-
h
!
”
she
said
.
Paul
had
registered
enough
of
her
to
have
a
first
approximation
.
He
felt
the
impatience
of
the
troop
,
knew
many
things
were
being
delayed
here
.
He
wondered
if
he
dared
ask
the
whereabouts
of
his
mother
and
Chani
,
saw
from
Stilgar
’
s
nervous
stance
that
it
would
be
a
mistake
.
He
faced
Harah
,
pitched
his
voice
with
tone
and
tremolo
to
accent
her
fear
and
awe
,
said
:
“
Show
me
my
quarters
,
Harah
!
We
will
discuss
your
youth
another
time
.
”
She
backed
away
two
steps
,
cast
a
frightened
glance
at
Stilgar
.
“
He
has
the
weirding
voice
,
”
she
husked
.
“
Stilgar
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
Chani
’
s
father
put
heavy
obligation
on
me
.
If
there
’
s
anything
.
.
.
.
”
“
It
’
ll
be
decided
in
council
,
”
Stilgar
said
.
“
You
can
speak
then
.
”
He
nodded
in
dismissal
,
turned
away
with
the
rest
of
the
troop
following
him
.
Paul
took
Harah
’
s
arm
,
noting
how
cool
her
flesh
seemed
,
feeling
her
tremble
.
“
I
’
ll
not
harm
you
,
Harah
,
”
he
said
.
“
Show
me
our
quarters
.
”
And
he
smoothed
his
voice
with
relaxants
.
“
You
’
ll
not
cast
me
out
when
the
year
’
s
gone
?
”
she
said
.
“
I
know
for
true
I
’
m
not
as
young
as
once
I
was
.
”
