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He
doubted
,
though
,
that
Harkonnen
patrols
would
be
this
far
south
.
This
was
still
Fremen
country
.
Gurney
checked
his
weapons
,
damning
the
fate
that
made
shields
useless
out
here
.
Anything
that
summoned
a
worm
had
to
be
avoided
at
all
costs
.
He
rubbed
the
inkvine
scar
along
his
jaw
,
studying
the
scene
,
decided
it
would
be
safest
to
lead
a
ground
party
through
the
ridge
.
Inspection
on
foot
was
still
the
most
certain
.
You
couldn
’
t
be
too
careful
when
Fremen
and
Harkonnen
were
at
each
other
’
s
throats
.
It
was
Fremen
that
worried
him
here
.
They
didn
’
t
mind
trading
for
all
the
spice
you
could
afford
,
but
they
were
devils
on
the
warpath
if
you
stepped
foot
where
they
forbade
you
to
go
.
And
they
were
so
devilishly
cunning
of
late
.
It
annoyed
Gurney
,
the
cunning
and
adroitness
in
battle
of
these
natives
.
They
displayed
a
sophistication
in
warfare
as
good
as
anything
he
had
ever
encountered
,
and
he
had
been
trained
by
the
best
fighters
in
the
universe
then
seasoned
in
battles
where
only
the
superior
few
survived
.
Again
Gurney
scanned
the
landscape
,
wondering
why
he
felt
uneasy
.
Perhaps
it
was
the
worm
they
had
seen
.
.
.
but
that
was
on
the
other
side
of
the
ridge
.
A
head
popped
up
into
the
con
-
bubble
beside
Gurney
—
the
factory
commander
,
a
one
-
eyed
old
pirate
with
full
beard
,
the
blue
eyes
and
milky
teeth
of
a
spice
diet
.
“
Looks
like
a
rich
patch
,
sir
,
”
the
factory
commander
said
.
“
Shall
I
take
’
er
in
?
”
“
Come
down
at
the
edge
of
that
ridge
,
”
Gurney
ordered
.
“
Let
me
disembark
with
my
men
.
You
can
tractor
out
to
the
spice
from
there
.
We
’
ll
have
a
look
at
that
rock
.
”
