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“
Do
you
think
I
wish
to
cut
off
my
right
arm
?
”
Paul
demanded
.
Slowly
,
Stilgar
looked
up
at
him
.
“
You
!
”
Paul
said
.
“
Do
you
think
I
wish
to
deprive
myself
or
the
tribe
of
your
wisdom
and
strength
?
”
In
a
low
voice
,
Stilgar
said
:
“
The
young
man
of
my
tribe
whose
name
is
known
to
me
,
this
young
man
I
could
kill
on
the
challenge
floor
,
Shai
-
hulud
willing
.
The
Lisan
al
-
Gaib
,
him
I
could
not
harm
.
You
knew
this
when
you
handed
me
this
knife
.
”
“
I
knew
it
,
”
Paul
agreed
.
Stilgar
opened
his
hand
.
The
knife
clattered
against
the
stone
of
the
floor
.
“
Ways
change
,
”
he
said
.
“
Chani
,
”
Paul
said
,
“
go
to
my
mother
,
send
her
here
that
her
counsel
will
be
available
in
—
”
“
But
you
said
we
would
go
to
the
south
!
”
she
protested
.
“
I
was
wrong
,
”
he
said
.
“
The
Harkonnens
are
not
there
.
The
war
is
not
there
.
”
