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The
tents
of
his
troop
were
small
false
dunes
around
him
in
the
gloom
.
He
saw
movement
off
to
the
left
—
the
guard
,
and
knew
they
had
seen
him
.
They
knew
the
peril
he
faced
this
day
.
Each
Fremen
had
faced
it
.
They
gave
him
this
last
few
moments
of
isolation
now
that
he
might
prepare
himself
.
It
must
be
done
today
,
he
told
himself
.
He
thought
of
the
power
he
wielded
in
the
face
of
the
pogrom
—
the
old
men
who
sent
their
sons
to
him
to
be
trained
in
the
weirding
way
of
battle
,
the
old
men
who
listened
to
him
now
in
council
and
followed
his
plans
,
the
men
who
returned
to
pay
him
that
highest
Fremen
compliment
:
“
Your
plan
worked
,
Muad
’
Dib
.
”
Yet
the
meanest
and
smallest
of
the
Fremen
warriors
could
do
a
thing
that
he
had
never
done
.
And
Paul
knew
his
leadership
suffered
from
the
omnipresent
knowledge
of
this
difference
between
them
.
He
had
not
ridden
the
maker
.
Oh
,
he
’
d
gone
up
with
the
others
for
training
trips
and
raids
,
but
he
had
not
made
his
own
voyage
.
Until
he
did
,
his
world
was
bounded
by
the
abilities
of
others
.
No
true
Fremen
could
permit
this
.
Until
he
did
this
thing
himself
,
even
the
great
southlands
—
the
area
some
twenty
thumpers
beyond
the
erg
—
were
denied
him
unless
he
ordered
a
palanquin
and
rode
like
a
Reverend
Mother
or
one
of
the
sick
and
wounded
.
Memory
returned
to
him
of
his
wrestling
with
his
inner
awareness
during
the
night
.
He
saw
a
strange
parallel
here
—
if
he
mastered
the
maker
,
his
rule
was
strengthened
;
if
he
mastered
the
inward
eye
,
this
carried
its
own
measure
of
command
.
But
beyond
them
both
lay
the
clouded
area
,
the
Great
Unrest
where
all
the
universe
seemed
embroiled
.
The
differences
in
the
ways
he
comprehended
the
universe
haunted
him
—
accuracy
matched
with
inaccuracy
.
He
saw
it
in
situ
.
Yet
,
when
it
was
born
,
when
it
came
into
the
pressures
of
reality
,
the
now
had
its
own
life
and
grew
with
its
own
subtle
differences
.
Terrible
purpose
remained
.
Race
consciousness
remained
.
And
over
all
loomed
the
jihad
,
bloody
and
wild
.
