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And
I
will
tell
thee
of
thy
need
.
”
He
had
heard
someone
strumming
a
baliset
in
another
tent
.
And
he
’
d
thought
then
of
Gurney
Halleck
.
Reminded
by
the
familiar
instrument
,
he
had
thought
of
Gurney
whose
face
he
had
seen
in
a
smuggler
band
,
but
who
had
not
seen
him
,
could
not
see
him
or
know
of
him
lest
that
inadvertently
lead
the
Harkonnens
to
the
son
of
the
Duke
they
had
killed
.
But
the
style
of
the
player
in
the
night
,
the
distinctiveness
of
the
fingers
on
the
baliset
’
s
strings
,
brought
the
real
musician
back
to
Paul
’
s
memory
.
It
had
been
Chatt
the
Leaper
,
captain
of
the
Fedaykin
,
leader
of
the
death
commandos
who
guarded
Muad
’
Dib
.
We
are
in
the
desert
,
Paul
remembered
.
We
are
in
the
central
erg
beyond
the
Harkonnen
patrols
.
I
am
here
to
walk
the
sand
,
to
lure
a
maker
and
mount
him
by
my
own
cunning
that
I
may
be
a
Fremen
entire
.
He
felt
now
the
maula
pistol
at
his
belt
,
the
crysknife
.
He
felt
the
silence
surrounding
him
.
It
was
that
special
pre
-
morning
silence
when
the
nightbirds
had
gone
and
the
day
creatures
had
not
yet
signaled
their
alertness
to
their
enemy
,
the
sun
.
“
You
must
ride
the
sand
in
the
light
of
day
that
Shai
-
hulud
shall
see
and
know
you
have
no
fear
,
”
Stilgar
had
said
.
“
Thus
we
turn
our
time
around
and
set
ourselves
to
sleep
this
night
.
”
Quietly
,
Paul
sat
up
,
feeling
the
looseness
of
a
slacked
stillsuit
around
his
body
,
the
shadowed
stilltent
beyond
.
So
softly
he
moved
,
yet
Chani
heard
him
.
She
spoke
from
the
tent
’
s
gloom
,
another
shadow
there
:
“
It
’
s
not
yet
full
light
,
beloved
.
”
“
Sihaya
,
”
he
said
,
speaking
with
half
a
laugh
in
his
voice
.
