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Gurney
shrugged
.
“
They
could
be
,
but
it
’
s
well
masked
.
”
Paul
nodded
,
thinking
how
easily
Gurney
had
fallen
back
into
the
pattern
of
Atreides
retainer
.
.
.
but
with
subtle
reservations
.
.
.
differences
.
Arrakis
had
changed
him
,
too
.
Two
hooded
Fremen
emerged
from
the
broken
rock
below
them
,
began
climbing
upward
.
One
of
them
carried
a
large
black
bundle
over
one
shoulder
.
“
Where
are
my
crew
now
?
”
Gurney
asked
.
“
Secure
in
the
rocks
below
us
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
We
’
ve
a
cave
here
—
Cave
of
Birds
.
We
’
ll
decide
what
to
do
with
them
after
the
storm
.
”
A
voice
called
from
above
them
:
“
Muad
’
Dib
!
”
Paul
turned
at
the
call
,
saw
a
Fremen
guard
motioning
them
down
to
the
cave
.
Paul
signaled
he
had
heard
.
Gurney
studied
him
with
a
new
expression
.
“
You
’
re
Muad
‘
Dib
?
”
he
asked
.
“
You
’
re
the
will
-
o
’
-
the
-
sand
?
”
