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And
Jessica
heard
the
subtle
intonations
as
he
used
the
powers
of
Voice
she
had
taught
him
.
“
You
will
say
,
”
he
agreed
.
“
But
first
you
will
hear
my
say
.
”
Stilgar
moved
along
the
ledge
,
his
bearded
face
impassive
.
“
That
is
the
way
,
too
,
”
he
said
.
“
The
voice
of
any
Fremen
may
be
heard
in
Council
.
Paul
-
Muad
’
Dib
is
a
Fremen
.
”
“
The
good
of
the
tribe
,
that
is
the
most
important
thing
,
eh
?
”
Paul
asked
.
Still
with
that
flat
-
voiced
dignity
,
Stilgar
said
:
“
Thus
our
steps
are
guided
.
”
“
All
right
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
Then
,
who
rules
this
troop
of
our
tribe
—
and
who
rules
all
the
tribes
and
troops
through
the
fighting
instructors
we
’
ve
trained
in
the
weirding
way
?
”
Paul
waited
,
looking
over
the
heads
of
the
throng
.
No
answer
came
.
Presently
,
he
said
:
“
Does
Stilgar
rule
all
this
?
He
says
himself
that
he
does
not
.
Do
I
rule
?
Even
Stilgar
does
my
bidding
on
occasion
,
and
the
sages
,
the
wisest
of
the
wise
,
listen
to
me
and
honor
me
in
Council
.
”
There
was
shuffling
silence
among
the
crowd
.
“
So
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
Does
my
mother
rule
?
”
He
pointed
down
to
Jessica
in
her
black
robes
of
office
among
them
.
“
Stilgar
and
all
the
other
troop
leaders
ask
her
advice
in
almost
every
major
decision
.
You
know
this
.
But
does
a
Reverend
Mother
walk
the
sand
or
lead
a
razzia
against
the
Harkonnens
?
”
