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“
It
’
s
my
Fremen
name
,
”
Paul
said
.
Gurney
turned
away
,
feeling
an
oppressive
sense
of
foreboding
.
Half
his
own
crew
dead
on
the
sand
,
the
others
captive
.
He
did
not
care
about
the
new
recruits
,
the
suspicious
ones
,
but
among
the
others
were
good
men
,
friends
,
people
for
whom
he
felt
responsible
.
“
We
’
ll
decide
what
to
do
with
them
after
the
storm
.
”
That
’
s
what
Paul
had
said
,
Muad
‘
Dib
had
said
.
And
Gurney
recalled
the
stories
told
of
Muad
’
Dib
,
the
Lisan
al
-
Gaib
—
how
he
had
taken
the
skin
of
a
Harkonnen
officer
to
make
his
drumheads
,
how
he
was
surrounded
by
death
commandos
,
Fedaykin
who
leaped
into
battle
with
their
death
chants
on
their
lips
.
Him
.
The
two
Fremen
climbing
up
the
rocks
leaped
lightly
to
a
shelf
in
front
of
Paul
.
The
dark
-
faced
one
said
:
“
All
secure
,
Muad
’
Dib
.
We
best
get
below
now
.
”
“
Right
.
”
Gurney
noted
the
tone
of
the
man
’
s
voice
—
half
command
and
half
request
.
This
was
the
man
called
Stilgar
,
another
figure
of
the
new
Fremen
legends
.
Paul
looked
at
the
bundle
the
other
man
carried
,
said
:
“
Korba
,
what
’
s
in
the
bundle
?
”
Stilgar
answered
:
“
‘
Twas
in
the
crawler
.
It
had
the
initial
of
your
friend
here
and
it
contains
a
baliset
.
Many
times
have
I
heard
you
speak
of
the
prowess
of
Gurney
Halleck
on
the
baliset
.
