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Eyes
blazed
among
the
young
men
of
the
troop
.
They
swayed
as
they
rode
,
and
they
watched
.
And
Paul
saw
the
look
of
unrest
in
Chani
’
s
glance
,
the
way
she
looked
from
Stilgar
,
who
was
her
uncle
,
to
Paul
-
Muad
’
Dib
,
who
was
her
mate
.
“
You
cannot
guess
what
I
want
,
”
Paul
said
.
And
he
thought
:
I
cannot
back
down
.
I
must
hold
control
over
these
people
.
“
You
are
mudir
of
the
sandride
this
day
,
”
Stilgar
said
.
Cold
formality
rang
in
his
voice
:
“
How
do
you
use
this
power
?
”
We
need
time
to
relax
,
time
for
cool
reflection
,
Paul
thought
.
“
We
shall
go
south
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
Even
if
I
say
we
shall
turn
back
to
the
north
when
this
day
is
over
?
”
“
We
shall
go
south
,
”
Paul
repeated
.
A
sense
of
inevitable
dignity
enfolded
Stilgar
as
he
pulled
his
robe
tightly
around
him
.
“
There
will
be
a
Gathering
,
”
he
said
.
“
I
will
send
the
messages
.
”
He
thinks
Iwill
call
him
out
,
Paul
thought
.
And
he
knows
he
cannot
stand
against
me
.
