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“
Shishakli
has
your
hooks
,
”
Stilgar
said
.
“
He
’
ll
hand
them
to
you
as
you
step
out
onto
that
dune
over
there
.
”
He
pointed
to
his
right
.
“
Call
a
big
maker
,
Usul
.
Show
us
the
way
.
”
Paul
marked
the
tone
of
Stilgar
’
s
voice
—
half
ritual
and
half
that
of
a
worried
friend
.
In
that
instant
,
the
sun
seemed
to
bound
above
the
horizon
.
The
sky
took
on
the
silvered
gray
-
blue
that
warned
this
would
be
a
day
of
extreme
heat
and
dryness
even
for
Arrakis
.
“
It
is
the
time
of
the
scalding
day
,
”
Stilgar
said
,
and
now
his
voice
was
entirely
ritual
.
“
Go
,
Usul
,
and
ride
the
maker
,
travel
the
sand
as
a
leader
of
men
.
”
Paul
saluted
his
banner
,
noting
how
the
green
and
black
flag
hung
limply
now
that
the
dawn
wind
had
died
.
He
turned
toward
the
dune
Stilgar
had
indicated
—
a
dirty
tan
slope
with
an
S
-
track
crest
.
Already
,
most
of
the
troop
was
moving
out
in
the
opposite
direction
,
climbing
the
other
dune
that
had
sheltered
their
camp
.
One
robed
figure
remained
in
Paul
’
s
path
:
Shishakli
,
a
squad
leader
of
the
Fedaykin
,
only
his
slope
-
lidded
eyes
visible
between
stillsuit
cap
and
mask
.
Shishakli
presented
two
thin
,
whiplike
shafts
as
Paul
approached
.
The
shafts
were
about
a
meter
and
a
half
long
with
glistening
plasteel
hoods
at
one
end
,
roughened
at
the
other
end
for
a
firm
grip
.
Paul
accepted
them
both
in
his
left
hand
as
required
by
the
ritual
.
