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“
Muad
‘
Dib
!
Muad
’
Dib
!
Muad
‘
Dib
!
Muad
’
Dib
!
”
And
far
to
the
rear
along
the
worm
’
s
surface
,
Paul
heard
the
beat
of
the
goaders
pounding
the
tail
segments
.
The
worm
began
picking
up
speed
.
Their
robes
flapped
in
the
wind
.
The
abrasive
sound
of
their
passage
increased
.
Paul
looked
back
through
the
troop
,
found
Chani
’
s
face
among
them
.
He
looked
at
her
as
he
spoke
to
Stilgar
.
“
Then
I
am
a
sandrider
,
Stil
?
”
“
Hal
yawm
!
You
are
a
sandrider
this
day
.
”
“
Then
I
may
choose
our
destination
?
”
“
That
’
s
the
way
of
it
.
”
“
And
I
am
a
Fremen
born
this
day
here
in
the
Habbanya
erg
.
I
have
had
no
life
before
this
day
.
I
was
as
a
child
until
this
day
.
”
“
Not
quite
a
child
,
”
Stilgar
said
.
He
fastened
a
corner
of
his
hood
where
the
wind
was
whipping
it
.
“
But
there
was
a
cork
sealing
off
my
world
,
and
that
cork
has
been
pulled
.
”
“
There
is
no
cork
.
”
