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”
Gurney
studied
the
speaker
,
seeing
the
edge
of
black
beard
above
the
stillsuit
mask
,
the
hawk
stare
,
the
chiseled
nose
.
“
You
’
ve
a
companion
who
thinks
,
m
’
Lord
,
”
Gurney
said
.
“
Thank
you
,
Stilgar
.
”
Stilgar
signaled
for
his
companion
to
pass
the
bundle
to
Gurney
,
said
:
“
Thank
your
Lord
Duke
.
His
countenance
earns
your
admittance
here
.
”
Gurney
accepted
the
bundle
,
puzzled
by
the
hard
undertones
in
this
conversation
.
There
was
an
air
of
challenge
about
the
man
,
and
Gurney
wondered
if
it
could
be
a
feeling
of
jealousy
in
the
Fremen
.
Here
was
someone
called
Gurney
Halleck
who
’
d
known
Paul
even
in
the
times
before
Arrakis
,
a
man
who
shared
a
cameraderie
that
Stilgar
could
never
invade
.
“
You
are
two
I
’
d
have
be
friends
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
Stilgar
,
the
Fremen
,
is
a
name
of
renown
,
”
Gurney
said
.
“
Any
killer
of
Harkonnens
I
’
d
feel
honored
to
count
among
my
friends
.
”
“
Will
you
touch
hands
with
my
friend
Gurney
Halleck
,
Stilgar
?
”
Paul
asked
.
Slowly
,
Stilgar
extended
his
hand
,
gripped
the
heavy
calluses
of
Gurney
’
s
swordhand
.
“
There
’
re
few
who
haven
’
t
heard
the
name
of
Gurney
Halleck
,
”
he
said
,
and
released
his
grip
.
He
turned
to
Paul
.
“
The
storm
comes
rushing
.
”
