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He
knew
this
was
among
the
alternatives
today
,
a
fact
along
lines
of
the
future
radiating
from
this
position
in
time
-
space
.
The
imperfect
vision
plagued
him
.
The
more
he
resisted
his
terrible
purpose
and
fought
against
the
coming
of
the
jihad
,
the
greater
the
turmoil
that
wove
through
his
prescience
.
His
entire
future
was
becoming
like
a
river
hurtling
toward
a
chasm
—
the
violent
nexus
beyond
which
all
was
fog
and
clouds
.
“
Stilgar
approaches
,
”
Chani
said
.
“
I
must
stand
apart
now
,
beloved
.
Now
,
I
must
be
Sayyadina
and
observe
the
rite
that
it
may
be
reported
truly
in
the
Chronicles
.
”
She
looked
up
at
him
and
,
for
a
moment
,
her
reserve
slipped
,
then
she
had
herself
under
control
.
“
When
this
is
past
,
I
shall
prepare
thy
breakfast
with
my
own
hands
,
”
she
said
.
She
turned
away
.
Stilgar
moved
toward
him
across
the
flour
sand
,
stirring
up
little
dust
puddles
.
The
dark
niches
of
his
eyes
remained
steady
on
Paul
with
their
untamed
stare
.
The
glimpse
of
black
beard
above
the
stillsuit
mask
,
the
lines
of
craggy
cheeks
,
could
have
been
wind
-
etched
from
the
native
rock
for
all
their
movement
.
The
man
carried
Paul
’
s
banner
on
its
staff
—
the
green
and
black
banner
with
a
water
tube
in
the
staff
—
that
already
was
a
legend
in
the
land
.
Half
pridefully
,
Paul
thought
:
I
cannot
do
the
simplest
thing
without
its
becoming
a
legend
.
They
will
mark
how
I
parted
from
Chani
,
how
I
greet
Stilgar
—
every
move
I
make
this
day
.
Live
or
die
,
it
is
a
legend
.
I
must
not
die
.
Then
it
will
be
only
legend
and
nothing
to
stop
the
jihad
.
Stilgar
planted
the
staff
in
the
sand
beside
Paul
,
dropped
his
hands
to
his
sides
.
The
blue
-
within
-
blue
eyes
remained
level
and
intent
.
And
Paul
thought
how
his
own
eyes
already
were
assuming
this
mask
of
color
from
the
spice
.
“
They
denied
us
the
Hajj
,
”
Stilgar
said
with
ritual
solemnity
.
As
Chani
had
taught
him
,
Paul
responded
:
“
Who
can
deny
a
Fremen
the
right
to
walk
or
ride
where
he
wills
?
”
“
I
am
a
Naib
,
”
Stilgar
said
,
“
never
to
be
taken
alive
.
I
am
a
leg
of
the
death
tripod
that
will
destroy
our
foes
.
”
Silence
settled
over
them
.
Paul
glanced
at
the
other
Fremen
scattered
over
the
sand
beyond
Stilgar
,
the
way
they
stood
without
moving
for
this
moment
of
personal
prayer
.
And
he
thought
of
how
the
Fremen
were
a
people
whose
living
consisted
of
killing
,
an
entire
people
who
had
lived
with
rage
and
grief
all
of
their
days
,
never
once
considering
what
might
take
the
place
of
either
—
except
for
a
dream
with
which
Liet
-
Kynes
had
infused
them
before
his
death
.
