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Paul
faced
south
,
feeling
the
wind
against
his
exposed
cheeks
,
thinking
of
the
necessities
that
went
into
his
decisions
.
They
do
not
know
how
it
is
,
he
thought
.
But
he
knew
he
could
not
let
any
consideration
deflect
him
.
He
had
to
remain
on
the
central
line
of
the
time
storm
he
could
see
in
the
future
.
There
would
come
an
instant
when
it
could
be
unraveled
,
but
only
if
he
were
where
he
could
cut
the
central
knot
of
it
.
I
will
not
call
him
out
if
it
can
be
helped
,
he
thought
.
If
there
’
s
another
way
to
prevent
thejihad
.
.
.
.
“
We
’
ll
camp
for
the
evening
meal
and
prayer
at
Cave
of
Birds
beneath
Habbanya
Ridge
,
”
Stilgar
said
.
He
steadied
himself
with
one
hook
against
the
swaying
of
the
maker
,
gestured
ahead
at
a
low
rock
barrier
rising
out
of
the
desert
.
Paul
studied
the
cliff
,
the
great
streaks
of
rock
crossing
it
like
waves
.
No
green
,
no
blossom
softened
that
rigid
horizon
.
Beyond
it
stretched
the
way
to
the
southern
desert
—
a
course
of
at
least
ten
days
and
nights
,
as
fast
as
they
could
goad
the
makers
.
Twenty
thumpers
.
The
way
led
far
beyond
the
Harkonnen
patrols
.
He
knew
how
it
would
be
.
The
dreams
had
shown
him
.
One
day
,
as
they
went
,
there
’
d
be
a
faint
change
of
color
on
the
far
horizon
—
such
a
slight
change
that
he
might
feel
he
was
imagining
it
out
of
his
hopes
—
and
there
would
be
the
new
sietch
.
“
Does
my
decision
suit
Muad
’
Dib
?
”
Stilgar
asked
.
