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You
’
re
the
only
one
left
me
.
.
.
to
think
you
dead
.
And
I
,
being
cast
adrift
,
made
what
shrift
I
could
,
waiting
for
the
moment
I
might
sell
my
life
for
what
it
’
s
worth
—
the
death
of
Rabban
.
”
An
embarrassed
silence
settled
over
Paul
.
A
.
woman
came
climbing
up
the
rocks
toward
them
,
her
eyes
between
stillsuit
hood
and
face
mask
flicking
between
Paul
and
his
companion
.
She
stopped
in
front
of
Paul
.
Gurney
noted
the
possessive
air
about
her
,
the
way
she
stood
close
to
Paul
.
“
Chani
,
”
Paul
said
,
“
this
is
Gurney
Halleck
.
You
’
ve
heard
me
speak
of
him
.
”
She
looked
at
Halleck
,
back
to
Paul
.
“
I
have
heard
.
”
“
Where
did
the
men
go
on
the
maker
?
”
Paul
asked
.
“
They
but
diverted
it
to
give
us
time
to
save
the
equipment
.
”
“
Well
then
.
.
.
.
”
Paul
broke
off
,
sniffed
the
air
,
“
There
’
s
wind
coming
,
”
Chani
said
.
