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A
voice
called
out
from
the
ridgetop
above
them
:
“
Ho
,
there
—
the
wind
!
”
Gurney
saw
a
quickening
of
motion
among
the
Fremen
now
—
a
rushing
about
and
sense
of
hurry
.
A
thing
the
worm
had
not
ignited
was
brought
about
by
fear
of
the
wind
.
The
factory
crawler
lumbered
up
onto
the
dry
beach
below
them
and
a
way
was
opened
for
it
among
the
rocks
.
.
.
and
the
rocks
closed
behind
it
so
neatly
that
the
passage
escaped
his
eyes
.
“
Have
you
many
such
hiding
places
?
”
Gurney
asked
.
“
Many
times
many
,
”
Paul
said
.
He
looked
at
Chani
.
“
Find
Korba
.
Tell
him
that
Gurney
has
warned
me
there
are
men
among
this
smuggler
crew
who
’
re
not
to
be
trusted
.
”
She
looked
once
at
Gurney
,
back
to
Paul
,
nodded
,
and
was
off
down
the
rocks
,
leaping
with
a
gazelle
-
like
agility
.
“
She
is
your
woman
,
”
Gurney
said
.
“
The
mother
of
my
firstborn
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
There
’
s
another
Leto
among
the
Atreides
.
”
Gurney
accepted
this
with
only
a
widening
of
the
eyes
.
Paul
watched
the
action
around
them
with
a
critical
eye
.
A
curry
color
dominated
the
southern
sky
now
and
there
came
fitful
bursts
and
gusts
of
wind
that
whipped
dust
around
their
heads
.
