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Gurney
sighed
.
“
Sure
,
and
there
’
d
have
been
those
who
wondered
why
Gurney
Halleck
went
arunning
,
and
some
would
’
ve
done
more
than
question
.
They
’
d
have
gone
hunting
for
answers
.
”
Paul
nodded
,
glanced
to
the
waiting
Fremen
around
them
—
the
looks
of
curious
appraisal
on
the
faces
of
the
Fedaykin
.
He
turned
from
the
death
commandos
back
to
Gurney
.
Finding
his
former
swordmaster
filled
him
with
elation
.
He
saw
it
as
a
good
omen
,
a
sign
that
he
was
on
the
course
of
the
future
where
all
was
well
.
With
Gurney
at
my
side
.
.
.
.
Paul
glanced
down
the
ridge
past
the
Fedaykin
,
studied
the
smuggler
crew
who
had
come
with
Halleck
.
“
How
do
your
men
stand
,
Gurney
?
”
he
asked
.
“
They
’
re
smugglers
all
,
”
Gurney
said
.
“
They
stand
where
the
profit
is
.
”
“
Little
enough
profit
in
our
venture
,
”
Paul
said
,
and
he
noted
the
subtle
finger
signal
flashed
to
him
by
Gurney
’
s
right
hand
—
the
old
hand
code
out
of
their
past
.
There
were
men
to
fear
and
distrust
in
the
smuggler
crew
.
Paul
pulled
at
his
lip
to
indicate
he
understood
,
looked
up
at
the
men
standing
guard
above
them
on
the
rocks
.
He
saw
Stilgar
there
.
Memory
of
the
unsolved
problem
with
Stilgar
cooled
some
of
Paul
’
s
elation
.
