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“
Where
is
the
Lord
who
led
us
through
the
land
of
desert
and
of
pits
?
”
Stilgar
asked
.
“
He
is
ever
with
us
,
”
the
Fremen
chanted
.
Stilgar
squared
his
shoulders
,
stepped
closer
to
Paul
and
lowered
his
voice
.
“
Now
,
remember
what
I
told
you
.
Do
it
simply
and
directly
—
nothing
fancy
.
Among
our
people
,
we
ride
the
maker
at
the
age
of
twelve
.
You
are
more
than
six
years
beyond
that
age
and
not
born
to
this
life
.
You
don
’
t
have
to
impress
anyone
with
your
courage
.
We
know
you
are
brave
.
All
you
must
do
is
call
the
maker
and
ride
him
.
”
“
I
will
remember
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
See
that
you
do
.
I
’
ll
not
have
you
shame
my
teaching
.
”
Stilgar
pulled
a
plastic
rod
about
a
meter
long
from
beneath
his
robe
.
The
thing
was
pointed
at
one
end
,
had
a
spring
-
wound
clapper
at
the
other
end
.
“
I
prepared
this
thumper
myself
.
It
’
s
a
good
one
.
Take
it
.
”
Paul
felt
the
warm
smoothness
of
the
plastic
as
he
accepted
the
thumper
.
