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“
Stilgar
,
”
he
said
,
“
this
is
Gurney
Halleck
of
whom
you
’
ve
heard
me
speak
.
My
father
’
s
master
-
of
-
arms
,
one
of
the
swordmasters
who
instructed
me
,
an
old
friend
.
He
can
be
trusted
in
any
venture
.
”
“
I
hear
,
”
Stilgar
said
.
“
You
are
his
Duke
.
”
Paul
stared
at
the
dark
visage
above
him
,
wondering
at
the
reasons
which
had
impelled
Stilgar
to
say
just
that
.
His
Duke
.
There
had
been
a
strange
subtle
intonation
in
Stilgar
’
s
voice
,
as
though
he
would
rather
have
said
something
else
.
And
that
wasn
’
t
like
Stilgar
,
who
was
a
leader
of
Fremen
,
a
man
who
spoke
his
mind
.
My
Duke
!
Gurney
thought
.
He
looked
anew
at
Paul
.
Yes
,
with
Leto
dead
,
the
title
fell
on
Paul
’
s
shoulders
.
The
pattern
of
the
Fremen
war
on
Arrakis
began
to
take
on
new
shape
in
Gurney
’
s
mind
.
My
Duke
!
A
place
that
had
been
dead
within
him
began
coming
alive
.
Only
part
of
his
awareness
focused
on
Paul
’
s
ordering
the
smuggler
crew
disarmed
until
they
could
be
questioned
.
Gurney
’
s
mind
returned
to
the
command
when
he
heard
some
of
his
men
protesting
.
He
shook
his
head
,
whirled
.
“
Are
you
men
deaf
?
”
he
barked
.
“
This
is
the
rightful
Duke
of
Arrakis
.
Do
as
he
commands
.
”
Grumbling
,
the
smugglers
submitted
.
Paul
moved
up
beside
Gurney
,
spoke
in
a
low
voice
.
“
I
’
d
not
have
expected
you
to
walk
into
this
trap
,
Gurney
.
”
