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“
You
trained
me
yourself
in
the
weirding
way
,
Usul
.
”
“
Certainly
!
But
you
shouldn
’
t
—
”
“
I
was
born
in
the
desert
,
Usul
.
I
know
how
to
use
a
crysknife
.
”
He
suppressed
his
anger
,
tried
to
talk
reasonably
.
“
This
may
all
be
true
,
Chani
,
but
—
”
“
I
am
no
longer
a
child
hunting
scorpions
in
the
sietch
by
the
light
of
a
handglobe
,
Usul
.
I
do
not
play
games
.
”
Paul
glared
at
her
,
caught
by
the
odd
ferocity
beneath
her
casual
attitude
.
“
He
was
not
worthy
,
Usul
,
”
Chani
said
.
“
I
’
d
not
disturb
your
meditations
with
the
likes
of
him
.
”
She
moved
closer
,
looking
at
him
out
of
the
corners
of
her
eyes
,
dropping
her
voice
so
that
only
he
might
hear
.
“
And
,
beloved
,
when
it
’
s
learned
that
a
challenger
may
face
me
and
be
brought
to
shameful
death
by
Muad
’
Dib
’
s
woman
,
there
’
ll
be
fewer
challengers
.
”
Yes
,
Paul
told
himself
,
that
had
certainly
happened
.
It
was
true
-
past
.
And
the
number
of
challengers
testing
the
new
blade
of
Muad
’
Dib
did
drop
dramatically
.
