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“
I
’
m
properly
chastened
,
”
Gurney
said
.
“
I
’
ll
wager
yon
patch
of
spice
is
little
more
than
a
sand
grain
’
s
thickness
,
a
bait
to
lure
us
.
”
“
That
’
s
a
wager
you
’
d
win
,
”
Paul
said
.
He
looked
down
at
the
men
being
disarmed
.
“
Are
there
any
more
of
my
father
’
s
men
among
your
crew
?
”
“
None
.
We
’
re
spread
thin
.
There
’
re
a
few
among
the
free
traders
.
Most
have
spent
their
profits
to
leave
this
place
.
”
“
But
you
stayed
.
”
“
I
stayed
.
”
“
Because
Rabban
is
here
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
I
thought
I
had
nothing
left
but
revenge
,
”
Gurney
said
.
An
oddly
chopped
cry
sounded
from
the
ridgetop
.
Gurney
looked
up
to
see
a
Fremen
waving
his
kerchief
.
“
A
maker
comes
,
”
Paul
said
.
He
moved
out
to
a
point
of
rock
with
Gurney
following
,
looked
off
to
the
southwest
.
The
burrow
mound
of
a
worm
could
be
seen
in
the
middle
distance
,
a
dust
-
crowned
track
that
cut
directly
through
the
dunes
on
a
course
toward
the
ridge
.
