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“
And
it
seemed
the
best
protection
to
let
them
think
so
,
”
Paul
said
.
Gurney
realized
that
was
all
the
apology
he
’
d
ever
get
for
having
been
abandoned
to
his
own
resources
,
left
to
believe
his
young
Duke
.
.
.
his
friend
,
was
dead
.
He
wondered
then
if
there
were
anything
left
here
of
the
boy
he
had
known
and
trained
in
the
Ways
of
fighting
men
.
Paul
took
a
step
closer
to
Gurney
,
found
that
his
eyes
were
smarting
.
“
Gurney
.
.
.
.
”
It
seemed
to
happen
of
itself
,
and
they
were
embracing
,
pounding
each
other
on
the
back
,
feeling
the
reassurance
of
solid
flesh
.
“
You
young
pup
!
You
young
pup
!
”
Gurney
kept
saying
.
And
Paul
:
“
Gurney
,
man
!
Gurney
,
man
!
”
Presently
,
they
stepped
apart
,
looked
at
each
other
.
Gurney
took
a
deep
breath
.
“
So
you
’
re
why
the
Fremen
have
grown
so
wise
in
battle
tactics
.
I
might
’
ve
known
.
They
keep
doing
things
I
could
’
ve
planned
myself
.
If
I
’
d
only
known
.
.
.
.
”
He
shook
his
head
.
“
If
you
’
d
only
got
word
to
me
,
lad
.
Nothing
would
’
ve
stopped
me
.
I
’
d
have
come
arunning
and
.
.
.
.
”
A
look
in
Paul
’
s
eyes
stopped
him
.
.
.
the
hard
,
weighing
stare
.
