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The
interchange
between
Paul
and
the
older
Fremen
had
passed
as
though
in
a
cloud
around
Gurney
since
Paul
’
s
reference
to
his
mother
.
“
Your
mother
,
”
Gurney
said
.
“
Idaho
saved
us
the
night
of
the
raid
,
”
Paul
said
,
distracted
by
the
parting
with
Chani
.
“
Right
now
we
’
ve
—
”
“
What
of
Duncan
Idaho
,
m
’
Lord
?
”
Gurney
asked
.
“
He
’
s
dead
—
buying
us
a
bit
of
time
to
escape
.
”
The
she
-
witch
alive
!
Gurney
thought
.
The
one
I
swore
vengeance
against
,
alive
!
And
it
’
s
obvious
Duke
Paul
doesn
’
t
know
what
manner
of
creature
gave
him
birth
.
The
evil
one
!
Betrayed
his
own
father
to
the
Harkonnens
!
Paul
pressed
past
him
,
jumped
up
to
the
ledge
.
He
glanced
back
,
noted
that
the
wounded
and
dead
had
been
removed
,
and
he
thought
bitterly
that
here
was
another
chapter
in
the
legend
of
Paul
Muad
’
Dib
.
I
didn
’
t
even
draw
my
knife
,
but
it
’
ll
be
said
of
this
day
that
I
slew
twenty
Sardaukar
by
my
own
hand
.
Gurney
followed
with
Stilgar
,
stepping
on
ground
that
he
did
not
even
feel
.
The
cavern
with
its
yellow
light
of
glowglobes
was
forced
out
of
his
thoughts
by
rage
.
The
she
-
witch
alive
while
those
she
betrayed
are
bones
in
lonesome
graves
.
